Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

"Why don't you need one?" The old woman frowned. "Tell me yourself, how many suitors have you rejected over the years? I've known for a long time that you have no intention of finding a man in this lifetime."

"But this isn't just your personal matter; it's a major event for the entire Federation! The probability of you and him producing an SSS-level offspring is more than ten times higher than that of ordinary female professionals!"

Shen Zhiyi's usually cold and aloof face was now flushed with a faint blush, giving her an indescribable charm.

If other trainees saw this scene...

They'd probably cry out that the sky has fallen.

The Dean of Dark Star Academy, who is known as the "Dark Iron Virgin," actually has such a shy and demure side.

Shen Zhiyi bit her lip, her voice very low: "Teacher, I am the dean of Dark Star Academy. My duty is to protect him and nurture him, not..."

"There's no conflict!"

The old woman waved her hand, "You protect him during the day, and at night you... cough cough."

She realized there was a group of men present and stopped talking in time, but the meaning had been made perfectly clear.

Jiang Chuan felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

He felt that if he didn't speak up soon, he might really be forced to mate with these crazy old scholars on the spot.

"Everyone."

He raised his hand, his voice not loud, but clear enough: "Please allow me to say this: I refuse!"

All eyes turned to him.

The old woman frowned: "Jiang Chuan, you are still young, you may not understand the significance of this matter."

"I see."

Jiang Chuan calmly interrupted her: "I understood every word you said. Bloodline inheritance, racial continuation, the future of the Federation, I understand it all."

He paused, then looked around.

"But I disagree."

The atmosphere became somewhat tense.

Han Sinan opened his mouth as if to say something, but Jiang Chuan stopped him by raising his hand.

"I am not the kind of person who would sacrifice everything for the greater good."

Jiang Chuan's voice was not loud, but it was firm and resolute: "I am my own flesh and blood, and I will make my own decisions. I will not become anyone's stud, nor will I let my child be used as a tool from birth."

He looked at the old woman, his tone softening slightly: "Professor Jiang, I understand your good intentions and respect your academic standing, but there is no room for discussion on this matter."

The old woman stared at him for a long time, and finally sighed: "Young man... still too young."

"but."

Jiang Chuan then changed the subject: "Blood, hair, skin tissue—I can provide those, even..."

He hesitated for a moment: "I can cooperate on some more in-depth research materials, but on the premise that all research must be approved by me and that I have the right to know and use all the results."

Han Sinan's eyes lit up instantly: "You're willing to provide...that?"

"Um."

Jiang Chuan remained expressionless: "But it can only be used for scientific research, not for any form of... inheritance or continuation."

He spoke very subtly, and even Shen Zhiyi, who was used to seeing all sorts of things, blushed deeply.

The old woman was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Alright, I've lived for eighty-seven years, and the people I admire most are young people with their own opinions. If you don't want to, no one can force you, but you must remember that your body doesn't belong to you alone; it is the wealth of the entire human race."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Of course, that sounds a bit selfish, but you'll understand later."

Jiang Chuan did not refute, but simply nodded.

Qin Tianheng broke the awkward atmosphere at the right time: "Then it's settled. Jiang Chuan will cooperate by providing research samples. All research will be conducted on the premise of not harming his body. The results will be shared. As for the plan that Elder Jiang mentioned... it will be put on hold for now and will not be discussed."

The old woman snorted, but said nothing more.

Han Sinan rubbed his hands excitedly, then took out a silver-white metal box from his pocket. Inside was a row of neatly arranged test tubes and blood collection needles.

"Jiang Chuan, shall we begin now?"

Looking at the row of test tubes, Jiang Chuan suddenly felt that he had agreed too readily.

Shen Zhiyi walked to his side and whispered, "You can back out."

"Need not."

Jiang Chuan rolled up his sleeves: "It's just drawing some blood, come on."

He paused, glanced at Shen Zhiyi's still flushed profile, and added almost unconsciously, "If Dean Shen is interested, I can actually cooperate."

Shen Zhiyi's face instantly darkened. Jiang Chuan felt a chilling killing intent rising from beside him and quickly changed his tune: "Just kidding! Just kidding! Dean Shen is in her prime, stunningly beautiful, I'm far too good for her!"

Han Sinan had already inserted the specially made blood-drawing needle into Jiang Chuan's vein, and dark red blood flowed into the test tube through the transparent tube.

He stared at the vial of blood with a devout look, as if he were on a pilgrimage.

"A miracle...it really is a miracle..."

He muttered to himself.

Jiang Chuan turned his head away, too lazy to look at the group of enthusiastic scholars, and began to seriously consider a question.

These people all thought they became so strong because of their SSS-level talent.

That's not actually the case at all.

Could their research mislead later scholars into thinking that every SSS-level talent should have this level of strength, thus causing some misunderstandings?

Even if it exists.

That would be a long time from now.

Jiang Chuan cooperated by collecting samples of blood, hair, and skin tissue. The group of old scholars still showed no intention of leaving, and Jiang Yinglan was watching him expectantly.

Jiang Chuan looked at her wrinkled old face.

He looked troubled.

He said, "Vice Dean Jiang, some things cannot be forced, otherwise it will only backfire. I think you can understand that."

Jiang Yinglan agreed, saying, "What you said makes sense. In a very stressful environment, the quality of the semen produced by men will also decrease, which is not conducive to our research."

Before Jiang Chuan could even catch his breath, she urged, "I'll give you half an hour, go relax!"

Jiang Chuan's face darkened.

He felt he had to be firm, otherwise these old guys would only push their luck: "Let's talk about it when I'm in the mood. You have enough other samples to study first!"

"Well... okay."

Jiang Yinglan was unwilling, but she knew she couldn't push Jiang Chuan too hard. She turned to Shen Zhiyi and instructed, "Zhiyi, this matter is entirely your responsibility!"

"I……?"

Shen Zhiyi didn't immediately realize what she was responsible for when collecting Jiang Chuan's research samples.

Jiang Yinglan said vaguely, "In short, if he gets the samples, you need to send them over immediately. Don't delay and ruin the sample's viability!"

Fearing Shen Zhiyi might resist, she added at the end, "This is for the future of humanity; someone always has to make some necessary sacrifices."

Shen Zhiyi understood this time.

Under what circumstances could she collect Jiang Chuan's...sample in the first instance?

However, under Jiang Yinglan's influence, which was based on the principle of human righteousness, it was possible to achieve this.

She couldn't refuse.

After a moment of silence, Shen Zhiyi took a deep breath and said, "I understand, teacher."