Tianxuan Continent, Eastern Region.
Great Yan Dynasty, Qingyun City.
Inside the Bi family's main hall, the atmosphere was thick with gloom.
"Am I really doomed to just get a free wife and live a dull, ordinary life?"
Bi Yang stared down at his toes, silent for a long time.
Bi Guangdong sighed deeply, looking at his dejected son.
"Son, you'd better accept the Dao Alliance's arrangement. Go and register for a wife. A peaceful life with a good woman isn't so bad, is it?"
"We've raised you for eighteen years, nurtured you all this time, but your talent just isn't there. After eighteen years, you're still stuck with a mixed spiritual root of the lowest grade, and your cultivation's only at the third level of Qi Refining. I wasn't surprised when the Qingyun Immortal Sect rejected you."
"You're already grown now. The Dao Alliance won't fund your cultivation anymore. Our family isn't wealthy—besides you, we still have seven younger siblings to raise. From now on, if you want to cultivate, you'll have to rely on yourself."
"My advice? Give up this obsession. You've consumed countless resources over these eighteen years, and you know better than anyone—you're not suited for the path of cultivation."
Bi Yang listened quietly and nodded. As the eldest son, he understood his family's situation. He couldn't demand that his parents waste more money on him just to chase an impossible dream.
Still, the result left a bitter taste in his heart.
As a transmigrator, Bi Yang had been reborn eighteen years ago, realizing this world was a devastated cultivation realm. Centuries earlier, a great war between immortals and demons had nearly wiped out humanity. The human cultivators paid a terrible price to finally defeat the invading demonic races and preserve their existence.
Even so, the Tianxuan Continent was still plagued by countless monsters and demons, who often ravaged cities and devoured the living.
After the war, the surviving human cultivators united to form the Dao Alliance. While purging the remaining demonic forces, they promoted the belief that "strength comes from numbers," encouraging everyone to cultivate and reproduce. Every child was supported with training and resources to enter sects and learn cultivation.
However, when those children reached adulthood, only those who met the required talent and cultivation standards could remain in the sects and continue receiving the Alliance's support.
Those who failed were politely dismissed, paired with suitable partners by the Dao Alliance, and encouraged to settle down and have children—earning generous subsidies in return.
"Children are the cornerstone of our race's prosperity!"
"With your efforts today, our future will shine brighter!"
"Create descendants, and you create the future itself!"
Such slogans echoed across the entire Tianxuan Continent.
Bi Yang was among this year's group of youths dismissed from their sects for failing to meet the standard.
Those from wealthy families could still rely on their parents to buy rare elixirs to improve their physiques, and once they reached the required level, they could re-enter the sects.
But for those from poor backgrounds who still wanted to cultivate, the only option was to work for spirit stones and fund themselves—a nearly impossible dream.
Thus, most chose to accept reality, follow the Dao Alliance's arrangements, marry, have children, and live out their lives in peace.
Just as Bi Yang shook his head in frustration, a strange voice suddenly rang in his mind.
[Ding! Father of All Immortals System bound successfully!]
[Many Children, Great Fortune: The more you reproduce, the stronger your bloodline becomes!]
[Bloodline Growth: The process of conceiving children with your Dao companion will nourish her and enhance her talent!]
[Perfect Accuracy: No matter who she is, rest assured—you'll never miss!]
[Father of All Immortals: The stronger your descendants, the greater your power boost!]
"???"
"Many Children, Great Fortune?"
"Father of All Immortals!?"
Bi Yang's eyes widened in disbelief.
Suppressing his excitement, he quickly analyzed the system's functions.
Simply put—it made him stronger through childbirth!
The higher the talent of him and his Dao companion, the stronger their children would be.
The stronger the children, the greater the enhancement he'd receive!
The more children, the more rewards!
And during the process of conception, his Dao companion would even receive feedback that improved her talent—plus, it guaranteed success every time!
Bi Yang fully understood how valuable that "Perfect Accuracy" ability was.
In the cultivation world, due to the suppression of heavenly laws, the more talented a cultivator was, the lower their fertility rate became. That's why many powerful experts rarely had any descendants at all.
"No matter who she is, you'll never miss…"
This system was heaven-defying!
After the shock subsided, his mother's voice pulled him back to reality.
"Yang'er, I know you have ambition, but people have to live in reality. You can't live on pride alone. Remember old Wu Yong from the next village? He refused to accept his fate, secretly took out a million-spirit-stone loan to keep cultivating, and what happened?"
"He blew through all the money within a year, barely improved at all, and ended up deep in debt. They say when the debt collectors caught him, he had to 'repay with his rear end' for a month just to cover the interest…"
"Honestly, settling down isn't such a bad thing. Look at our neighbor Niu Ba—after being expelled from his sect, he immediately accepted the Dao Alliance's arrangement and married a wife with a nice big butt. She's been giving birth non-stop!"
"They get ten thousand spirit stones per child every year! The Niu family is rolling in subsidies—they're even planning to take a concubine now!"
"So listen to your mother. Stop dreaming about cultivation. Find yourself a wife with a big butt, work a decent job to supplement the income, and live comfortably!"
"Your father and I are planning to have a few more ourselves—every subsidy helps, silly boy…"
Bi Yang nodded. His parents weren't wrong—innate talent determined both the starting point and the end of one's cultivation path.
Spiritual roots were divided into Heavenly, Earthly, Yin, and Yang attributes, with various variants like Sword or Blade Roots. Each type had grades from one to nine, the ninth being the lowest and the first the highest.
Bi Yang possessed a ninth-grade mixed root—a completely inferior, impure spiritual root. In other words, an outcast of heaven and earth.
With such poor aptitude, continuing to cultivate would only waste resources and yield nothing.
But that was before—now, things were different.
With the Many Children, Great Fortune System in his hands, numbers meant power. The more companions he had, the more his strength would grow.
How could the immortal path end for someone like him?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
Have you ever heard of the Child-Bearing Immortal?
"Yang'er, you're grown now. Have you decided which path you'll take?"
Seeing his son remain silent, Bi Guangdong sighed again. He had already prepared for the worst—if Bi Yang insisted on pursuing cultivation, as parents, they would still do their best to support him.
Exchanging a look with his wife, Liu Shi, the couple was about to say, "We'll support whatever you decide," when Bi Yang suddenly spoke up.
"Father, Mother, I've decided."
He lifted his head, his once-lifeless eyes now burning with determination.
"I'll accept the Dao Alliance's arrangement and choose a Dao companion to start a family."
Bi Guangdong's eyes widened, filling with surprise and relief.
"Really? You've finally come around, son?"
Bi Yang nodded firmly, his voice resolute.
"That's right! Not only that—I'll take wives, have children, and expand my family. The more, the better!"
"Father, Mother, my dream has changed! A household full of wives and children—that will be my path!"
"I'm going to get married!"
"Hahaha! That's my boy! I knew you weren't foolish!"
Bi Guangdong's tense expression melted into joy, laughing heartily as he clapped his hands.
That's how parents were—no matter what, as long as their child understood their hardships, they'd be satisfied.
Liu Shi smiled warmly, gripping her son's hand.
"That's the spirit! Once you've chosen your wife, live happily. When you're strong enough, take a few concubines. That's an accomplishment too!"
"Then it's settled! I'll call Daoist Master Wang from the Dao Alliance to handle the bride selection. When the time comes, pick one—and make sure to go all out!"
Seeing her son finally act sensibly, Liu Shi was overjoyed. She said a few quick words, then hurried out of the house.
Before leaving, she turned back and shouted—
"Remember to pick one with a big butt!"
Bi Yang: "…"