Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Jiang Chuan can share Xu Yinyin's SS-level talent, Mind Perception, through the Emperor's Oath.

Mental fortitude is undoubtedly one of his most outstanding strengths.

This result has driven a host of experts into a frenzy.

"Mental strength exceeding the ninth rank!"

An expert with graying hair held his head in his hands, as if he couldn't believe his eyes: "A child who has only awakened less than a month ago has a mental strength exceeding the ninth level! A monster! No, he's a pure prodigy!"

Another expert stared intently at the now-blacked-out instrument screen. "It's not that he's exceeded level nine; the instrument's upper limit is only level nine! We simply can't measure his mental strength!"

"Terrible...so terrifying..."

Han Sinan whirled around, grabbed Qin Tianheng's arm, his voice trembling: "Tianheng, do you know what this means? Mental strength is the only key to breaking through to the ninth rank!"

"Our human race hasn't produced a ninth-tier expert in hundreds of years. It's not because we haven't worked hard enough, nor is it because we lack resources."

"It's because our mental strength cap is locked!"

"But this child..."

"He was born to cross that threshold!"

Qin Tianheng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: "You mean, he has a chance to break through to the ninth rank?"

"It's not that there's hope."

Han Sinan said, word by word, "It's an indisputable fact! As long as he has enough resources, even if he does nothing and sleeps all day, he can still break through to the ninth level naturally!"

All the experts stared intently at the boy in the arena through the glass window.

Their gaze was no longer fixed on a student.

Instead, they were looking at a monument.

To see the future of a race.

"Open the door."

Han Sinan gave the order.

The metal door slid open, and a group of elderly scholars with white hair rushed out, heading towards Jiang Chuan at a speed completely disproportionate to their age.

Before Jiang Chuan could react, he was surrounded by a group of elderly men and women.

"Jiang Chuan! I'm the vice dean of Xinghai College. Could you please let me draw one vial of blood? Just one!"

"Hair! Just give me a few strands of hair! I only need to do a gene sequence analysis!"

"Skin tissue! Nails are fine too! Please!"

Jiang Chuan took a step back, looking at the group of gleaming old scholars, and inexplicably felt like a piece of meat thrown into a pack of wolves.

Shen Zhiyi stepped in front of him and said softly, "Everyone, please calm down!"

Her aura was very strong; the moment she released the pressure of an eighth-level expert, the old scholars immediately became much more obedient.

But they still refused to disperse.

One by one, they peered longingly over Shen Zhiyi's shoulder at Jiang Chuan.

Han Sinan stepped forward. He was much more restrained than the others, but the fervor in his eyes was undiminished: "Jiang Chuan, I am Han Sinan, the dean of Xinghai Academy. I have been studying the talents and bloodlines of professionals for sixty years, and I have never seen an individual like you. Your existence may rewrite the entire human race's understanding of talent inheritance!"

He spoke sincerely, even with a hint of pleading: "I only need a little blood and a small tissue sample. It won't harm you in any way, and all the research results will ultimately benefit you. We will tailor the most suitable culture program for you based on your genetic characteristics!"

Before Jiang Chuan could speak, an old voice came from behind the crowd.

"You're all too conservative."

The crowd automatically parted to make way, and an elderly woman leaning on a cane slowly walked over.

She looked at least eighty years old, with her full head of silver hair neatly combed. Her robe was embroidered with the emblem of the Federal Supreme Academic Council, the highest honor in the entire federal academic community.

Shen Zhiyi saw her and gave a slight bow: "Teacher."

The old woman nodded, walked up to Jiang Chuan, looked him up and down for a while, and then said something that stunned everyone.

"What's the point of studying his blood and hair? How many SSS-level characters could you possibly discover from that?"

She paused, then slammed her cane heavily on the ground: "If we're going to research, let's research a method that can produce SSS-level beings!"

The entire room fell silent.

Han Sinan was the first to react, and asked thoughtfully, "You mean...?"

"We know nothing about the inheritance rules of SSS-level talents."

The old woman's gaze remained fixed on Jiang Chuan, as if she were looking at a rare treasure. "Because of the principle of 'bloodline decline,' the offspring of normal professionals are usually one to two major levels weaker in talent than their parents."

"However, there is an extremely small probability, less than one in a thousand, that a mutation will occur, resulting in offspring with talents equal to or even far surpassing their parents!"

"Just think about it, what if he were to marry one of the top female professionals in the Federation?"

"Is the probability of producing an SSS-level offspring far greater than one in a thousand?"

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped.

"That's insane..."

Someone said in a low voice.

"Crazy?" The old woman sneered. "Three hundred years ago, the Blood Cat Clan used this method to expand the number of their royal bloodlines from single digits to three digits in just a century!"

"How did the royal family of the Corpse Dog Clan rise to power? It was all thanks to a top-tier stud dog who mated with all the elite female dogs of the entire clan!"

"Why can't we humans do the same thing?"

She turned to Qin Tianheng: "Tianheng, your duty as a Heavenly General is to cultivate the next generation with potential for humanity. Tell me, am I right or wrong?"

Qin Tianheng's expression was complicated.

He did not refute it, because from the perspective of pure bloodline inheritance, the old woman's theory was indeed valid.

But this involves the most fundamental ethical issues.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Old Jiang, about this matter..."

"I didn't say I was going to force him."

The old woman waved her hand, looked at Jiang Chuan again, and her tone suddenly became kind, just like an elder in the family urging him to get married, "Child, don't worry, I'm not an unreasonable person."

"I'm just stating a fact: your bloodline is far too important to the human race."

"You don't necessarily have to get married, nor do you necessarily have to have any emotional foundation."

"All you need is..."

"Well, we'll contribute some seeds, then let the Federation's best female professionals conceive, and we'll take care of the rest."

As she said this, she suddenly turned to look at Shen Zhiyi, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

"Zhiyi, you're thirty-two this year, right?"

Shen Zhiyi's expression changed slightly: "Teacher, you..."

"Thirty-two years old, SS-level talent, eighth-tier expert, and still a virgin."

The old woman counted on her fingers, "Your genetic quality ranks among the top five in the entire Federation, and you and Jiang Chuan have already made contact, so you're not exactly strangers..."

"teacher!"

Shen Zhiyi interrupted her, her voice unusually urgent, "This matter doesn't need to be discussed."