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

After Ju Liusun ran away, Lin Xuan called Lin Huang to his side.

"Fourteenth brother, take out that storage bag you just snatched. Let your father see what good stuff is inside." Lin Xuan stretched out his hand.

Lin Huang reluctantly handed the gray cloth bag to Lin Xuan, muttering, "Dad, this is my spoils of war. You can't confiscate it all."

Lin Xuan tapped him on the head: "Where did you get this money-grubbing habit from? Don't worry, Dad doesn't want your stuff, I just want to borrow it. I'll calculate the interest for you later."

Lin Xuan opened the storage bag and probed inside with his divine sense.

Good heavens, this Julusun is truly a hidden tycoon. His bag was neatly stacked with 100,000 top-grade spirit stones—the hard currency of the primordial world. Besides the spirit stones, there were also two glittering acquired spiritual treasures: a flying sword and a shield. While not comparable to innate spiritual treasures, they were definitely top-tier items on the mortal battlefield.

"Not bad, this old bald man is quite fat." Lin Xuan weighed the storage bag in his hand and had an idea in mind.

He turned to look at the Shang army camp not far away. Deng Chanyu had just been frightened and should still be resting in her tent. This girl was feisty, beautiful, and utterly loyal to the Shang Dynasty—exactly the type Lin Xuan liked.

Since he'd set his sights on something, he couldn't afford to hesitate. Lin Xuan's style of doing things had always been simple and direct.

Lin Xuan directly called out to Di Jiang in his mind.

"Brother, wake up! Come to the front lines in Xiqi right away. Bring a few brothers with you; I want to propose marriage," Lin Xuan transmitted his voice.

Less than half an incense stick's time had passed when the space in front of Lin Xuan rippled violently. A black rift appeared out of thin air.

Dijiang, shirtless, strode out of the crevice. Zhurong and Gonggong followed behind him.

"Thirteenth brother, what are you talking about marriage in the middle of the night? Which girl have you taken a fancy to?" Di Jiang's voice was so loud that the leaves around him fell down.

Zhu Rong rubbed his hands together, his face full of excitement: "Are we going to kidnap someone again? Thirteenth Brother, point me in the direction, and I'll go straight and tie them up and take them back to the Pangu Palace!"

Lin Xuan was speechless. These older brothers really hadn't changed at all; their minds were still full of bandit-like behavior.

"Don't talk nonsense, we're civilized people now. I'm going to propose marriage, not to kidnap the bride." Lin Xuan tossed the storage bag in his hand to Di Jiang. "Brother, there are 100,000 top-grade spirit stones and two acquired spiritual treasures in this bag. Take it, it's the betrothal gift. When you come with me into the camp later, make a big show of it."

Dijiang took the storage bag and grinned, "Got it. I'm best at making a good impression."

Lin Xuan straightened his clothes and, leading Dijiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, and a few mischievous children, marched in a grand procession toward the Shang army camp.

Inside the Shang army camp, Deng Jiu was pacing back and forth in his command tent. He had just heard from soldiers that there was a battle between gods outside the camp, and even lightning had struck. He was worrying about how to fight this battle when he suddenly heard heavy footsteps outside the tent.

The tent flap was lifted, and Lin Xuan led his men in.

Deng Jiugong looked up, paused for a moment, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

Although he had never met Lin Xuan, he recognized the black robe Lin Xuan wore, which symbolized the Holy Father of the Great Merchant Clan. Moreover, the terrifying aura emanating from the three towering men behind Lin Xuan made it difficult for Deng Jiugong to breathe.

"Your Majesty the Holy Father?!" Deng Jiugong quickly knelt on the ground and performed a deep bow. "This humble general, Deng Jiugong, was unaware of Your Majesty's arrival and has failed to greet you properly. I am utterly guilty!"

Lin Xuan walked to the main seat and sat down, waving his hand: "General Deng, please get up. I'm not here to discuss military matters today."

Deng Jiugong stood up, his heart pounding. If they weren't going to talk about military affairs, what were they doing here in the middle of the night?

Lin Xuan pointed to Di Jiang, who was standing next to him.

Dijiang took a step forward and threw the gray storage bag onto the table in front of Deng Jiugong.

"Bang!" The heavy bag smashed a crack in the solid wood table.

"Old man Deng, listen up. This is the betrothal gift from my thirteenth brother. One hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones and two acquired spiritual treasures. My thirteenth brother has taken a liking to your daughter, Deng Chanyu, and plans to marry her. Do you have any objections?" Di Jiang stared down at Deng Jiugong with his large, copper-bell-like eyes.

Zhu Rong added from the side, "If you dare utter a single word of dissent, I'll burn your entire camp down today!"

Deng Jiugong's legs went weak with fear at the sight. He glanced at the storage bag on the table, his mind buzzing. One hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones? Two acquired spiritual treasures? This was an outrageous amount! Even emptying the entire treasury of the Great Shang Dynasty wouldn't yield this much!

Moreover, the Holy Father wants to marry Chanyu?

Deng Jiugong was overjoyed. This was like a windfall! Who was the Holy Father? He was a living god whom even the King would obey. If Chanyu married the Holy Father, wouldn't the Deng family be able to do whatever they wanted in Chaoge?

Without the slightest hesitation, Deng Jiugong's knees buckled, and he slid to his knees again.

"No objection! Absolutely no objection! It's a blessing from our ancestors that the Holy Father has taken a liking to my daughter! I'm more than willing!" Deng Jiugong's voice trembled with excitement.

Just then, the back curtain of the command tent was lifted. Deng Chanyu, now dressed in clean clothes, came out. She had heard everything clearly from behind.

She lowered her head, her face as red as a ripe apple, her hands twisting the hem of her clothes, not daring to look at Lin Xuan at all.

"Chanyu, come quickly and thank the Holy Father!" Deng Jiugong hurriedly called to his daughter.

Deng Chanyu walked up to Lin Xuan and whispered, "Chanyu... will leave everything to Father and Holy Father."

Lin Xuan was very pleased with Deng Chanyu's shy demeanor. He stood up, walked to Deng Chanyu's side, and took her hand.

"Since General Deng has agreed, let's not delay and hold the wedding in the military camp tonight," Lin Xuan announced domineeringly.