Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

The lighting in the rear sanctuary of the Crystal Palace was set in a somewhat ambiguous tone tonight.

The noise outside was completely blocked by the isolation array, and the room was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat. The bright red wedding candles crackled and popped, startling the two figures sitting on the edge of the bed.

When Lin Xuan pushed open the door, this was the painting he saw.

To the left sat Nuwa. The usually aloof and revered sage goddess had changed out of her usual ceremonial robes, which symbolized the majesty of Heaven, and donned a bright red wedding gown embroidered with golden phoenixes. A red veil covered her head, and her hands were clasped together, her knuckles turning slightly white. She was nervous.

On the right is Ao Ling. This dragon princess wasn't wearing a veil; she was staring wide-eyed, glancing around, and tightly gripping the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff), as if ready to jump up and strike someone at any moment. Seeing Lin Xuan enter, she quickly hid the staff behind her back, straightened her back, and adopted a ladylike demeanor.

"Ahem." Lin Xuan cleared his throat, closed the door behind him, and added three soundproof barriers as he did so.

The cough made the atmosphere in the room even more tense.

Lin Xuan walked to the bedside and first looked at Ao Ling. The girl's face was as red as a ripe apple, and her eyes darted away, not daring to look at him at all.

"Weren't you pretty fierce just now? Where did that energy go when you were chasing after Jiuying with a stick?" Lin Xuan teased with a smile, reaching out to flick her nose.

"Who...who was being mean!" Ao Ling retorted softly, her voice as gentle as a cat's meow. "I was just trying to save face for my husband. I'm usually very gentle, really."

"Yes, yes, my Ling'er is the gentlest." Lin Xuan replied with a smile, then turned to look at the silent figure beside him.

He reached out and gently lifted the red veil.

Beneath the veil was a breathtakingly beautiful face. Nuwa lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling, and a blush spread from her cheeks all the way to the roots of her neck.

"Um...should I call you Goddess Nuwa?" Lin Xuan teased her on purpose.

Nuwa suddenly raised her head and glared at him. This glare lacked the imposing aura of a saint, and was filled with playful coquetry.

"You dare!" Nuwa bit her lip. "There are no goddesses here, only... only..."

She simply couldn't bring herself to say what came next.

"Only what?" Lin Xuan leaned closer, asking with a mischievous grin.

"Only your wife!" Nuwa gritted her teeth and shouted out the words she had been holding back for so long, then quickly lowered her head, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

How shameful! A sage, actually saying such things! If those old guys from the Primordial Beginning heard this, they'd probably laugh their heads off.

But Lin Xuan enjoyed listening to it.

"That's more like it." Lin Xuan took their hands, one on each side. "Forget about saints or princesses, once we're in this family, we're all family. Tonight, let's get down to business."

"Seriously...serious business?" Ao Ling was a little confused. "Are we going to fight again? I still have my stick."

Lin Xuan almost burst out laughing: "Fighting? Well, you could call it fighting, but in a different way."

He took a deep breath and silently chanted in his mind, "System, use the 'Guaranteed Win Card'!"

[Ding! Guaranteed Success Card Used. This reproductive act will definitely result in pregnancy, and the offspring's aptitude will receive a double critical strike bonus. Have a pleasant night, host, and watch your kidneys.]

The system's voice rang in my mind, carrying a somewhat frivolous tone.

Lin Xuan ignored the system's teasing. Looking at the two stunning beauties in front of him, a surge of heroic spirit welled up in his heart.

This is the primordial world!

One is the Virgin Mary who created man, and the other is a descendant of the First Emperor.

Things I never dared to imagine before are now right before my eyes.

"Husband, what are you thinking about?" Nuwa felt that Lin Xuan's palm was a little warm and couldn't help but ask.

"I'm thinking about what to name our future children," Lin Xuan answered honestly.

Nuwa and Ao Ling were both stunned for a moment, then their faces turned even redder.

"Who...who said they were going to have your child..." Nuwa retorted stubbornly.

"Not wanting to have children? That's not up to you." Lin Xuan chuckled, and with a wave of his sleeve, the wedding candles in the room instantly went out.

In the darkness, only the sound of clothes rubbing together and a few suppressed gasps could be heard.

"Oh no, don't touch that area, that's your sore spot..."

"My saintly wife, concentrate. Don't try to predict the future right now..."

"Husband, your stamina... did you take some kind of medicine?"

"Nonsense! This is a racial talent of the witch race!"

That night, the Crystal Palace's defensive array was fully activated, and not even a mosquito could fly in.

Deep within Lin Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness, the data on the system panel was fluctuating wildly.

[Ding! Host detected engaging in procreation.]

[Target: Nuwa (the sage)]

[Target: Ao Ling (bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon).]

[Guaranteed win card in effect...]

[Congratulations, host! Nuwa has successfully conceived! Pregnancy value +10000!]

[Congratulations, host! Ao Ling has successfully conceived! Pregnancy points +10000!]

[Double happiness detected, hidden reward triggered...]

The next day, just as dawn was breaking.

On the surface of the East China Sea, the first rays of sunlight shone through the waves into the Crystal Palace.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes, looked at the two people still fast asleep beside him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

He felt that his cultivation had improved significantly. The bottleneck that had kept him stuck at the late stage of Quasi-Saint was actually loosened because of this night's "dual cultivation".

"This gigolo is really delicious."

Lin Xuan sighed and quietly got up.

I had just finished getting dressed and hadn't even had a chance to stretch when I heard a deliberately hushed voice coming from outside the door.

"Hey, Fourth Brother, do you think Thirteenth Brother has gotten up yet?" This was Gonggong's voice.

"Shh! Keep your voice down! He must be exhausted after making so much noise last night. Let him get some more sleep." This was Zhu Rong's loud voice, which was like thunder even when he lowered it.

"Hehe, I think Thirteenth Brother will definitely be able to do it. That's a racial talent of our Witch Clan."

Lin Xuan was speechless.

Are these older brothers and sisters so self-righteous when they're eavesdropping?

He straightened his collar, pushed open the door, and went out.

Outside the door, the twelve Ancestral Witches stood in a row, each with a lewd "I know" smile on their face. Even Dijiang, who was usually the most serious, was rubbing his hands together, looking at him expectantly.

"Hey, Thirteenth Brother, up early, huh?" Zhu Rong was the first to come over. Before Lin Xuan could even speak, she reached out and slapped him on the waist. "How are you? Is your back alright? I have some tiger bone wine here, want a couple of sips?"

Lin Xuan was almost knocked down by him, and glared at him irritably.

"Fourth Brother, can't you speak properly? I'm perfectly fine! But what are you all doing blocking my door so early in the morning?"

Houtu walked over with a smile, looked Lin Xuan up and down, and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems it's done. I sensed just now that the fortune of our Wu clan has increased significantly again. Thirteenth brother, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work, it's serving the people." Lin Xuan waved his hand and quickly changed the subject. If these people were to talk about this, they could talk about it all day.

"Since everyone's here, I happen to have something to take care of."

Lin Xuan pointed to the dragon clan's treasure vault, piled up like a mountain, not far away.

"Now that the dragons have submitted, these resources are just sitting there. I was thinking of upgrading the equipment of my older brothers and sisters."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches lit up instantly, even more so than when they were listening to gossip.

"Upgrade? How? Can you upgrade my Vulcan Halberd into a supreme innate treasure?" Zhu Rong was so excited that his mouth was practically watering.

"It's a bit difficult to obtain a supreme innate treasure, but getting a top-grade acquired merit-based spiritual treasure shouldn't be a problem," Lin Xuan said confidently.

With the weapon-forging blueprints provided by the system, the support of Nuwa, the saint of creation, and the endless supply of materials from the dragon race, he's practically a mobile arsenal.

"Let's go! To the Pangu Palace!" Dijiang waved his hand, tearing open space. "Nobody's stopping me today. I'm going to move that giant cauldron from the Pangu Palace to use as a furnace for my thirteenth brother!"

Lin Xuan quickly stopped him: "No, no, no! Big brother, that's for sacrificial purposes! Let's practice here! Don't just start destroying the house!"