In recent days, the Qin family had been filled with joy and excitement.
Even the Second Ancestor, who was in secluded cultivation, had emerged from the ancestral grounds. The Third Ancestor, who was far away in the Central Region guarding the path against demons, was even more thrilled and had rushed back by sword-flight.
The reason was simple.
The founding ancestor of the Qin family, who had been missing for ten thousand years, had suddenly returned!
A name recorded at the very top of the Qin family genealogy, a name even the youngest children of the Qin family were familiar with.
Because the first primer for the Qin family's children was The Survival of the Ancestor – the story of how the Old Ancestor led the Second and Third Ancestors to survive through that turbulent era.
And now, they finally got to see him in person!
Qin Changsheng nodded numbly. After dealing with the last group of juniors who had come to pay their respects today, he lay back and collapsed into his recliner.
Exhausting!
But it felt good.
Looking at the Qin family, now a great clan with a vast estate and flourishing descendants, Qin Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, finally finding a sense of belonging.
After wandering for ten thousand years, it was time to rest for a while.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. His mind stirred, his storage ring flashed with a golden light, and many sachets, pieces of jewelry, and other items appeared in his hand out of thin air.
Staring at them for a moment, a trace of guilt and longing flashed in his eyes. He then shook his head, and the objects in his hand vanished.
I wonder, how are they all now?
Qianxun, Xueyao, Qianqian, Yaoyao, Zhiruo, Shihan, Yanran, Xiaoyi, Aoxue, Yingcheng…
With your talents, you should presumably still be alive! However, even if you are, most of you are probably already married, with children and grandchildren filling your halls!
Sigh! But maybe that's for the best; it makes me feel less guilty.
Qin Changsheng recalled the past, his expression turning gloomy.
He was originally an ordinary migrant worker on Earth who had, by some mistake, crossed over into this world.
Unlike most smooth-sailing transmigrators, his life in this world was miserable. Orphaned at a young age, he possessed not even the slightest aptitude for cultivation.
Acting as both elder brother and father figure, he struggled to survive with his two younger brothers, enduring beatings from villains, scavenging through trash, and fighting vicious dogs for food.
Fortunately, on the day his two younger brothers came of age, they tested with Saint-grade aptitudes. For the sake of their future, he sent them off to cultivation sects.
Disheartened, and despite his brothers' attempts to persuade him otherwise, soon after establishing the Qin family, he embarked on a journey to travel the world alone.
Relying on an almost enchantingly handsome face, coupled with the poetry and literary talents from his previous life, he made countless women fall desperately in love with him.
At first, he resisted and was deeply disgusted by his own wreckage-scattering behavior.
But facing this pristine, beautiful, and untainted world, he became addicted for a time and couldn't help himself.
So fragrant! Like him, he channeled the sorrow and anger of being unable to cultivate into the power of love!
He searched frantically.
Fell in love again, abandoned again! The reasons for breaking up were even more bizarre!
"You are a lofty fairy, and I am just a mortal" was still the most basic.
Things like "Your feet are a bit smelly, I can't stand it," "You are of the demon race, I am human, cross-species love doesn't work," "Your surname is Qin, my surname is also Qin, people with the same surname can't be together there (on Earth?)," "You look exactly like your twin sisters, I often get confused, it's too annoying," "You are too well-behaved and gentle, not exciting enough; I like hot and sexy," and so on.
There were also those who didn't want to break up and tried to elope with him.
Of course, he didn't want to, and ran away overnight multiple times.
In short, the main theme was one word: Scum.
During that absurd period, by chance, he even had an unspeakable past with beauties from the Demon Clan, the God Clan, the Monster Clan, and other major races.
Of course, he wasn't a master of time management and wouldn't do things that involved stepping on several boats at once.
And he also retained a final bottom line: he never crossed the final step with any of the women he dated.
Because he knew he couldn't give them a promise.
Even though he had mistakenly ingested an immortality elixir when young, allowing him to remain forever young and live for ten thousand years, he was still ultimately an ordinary person. In this world where strength was revered, it was difficult to protect them, and even harder to convince their elders.
Fortunately, Qin Changsheng valued this new life greatly, kept a low profile, and was protected by various treasures gifted by his ex-girlfriends, never truly falling into danger.
But as time passed, he gradually grew tired of such a life.
So, in the last few hundred years, he stopped provoking women and traveled the world alone.
Finally, when he felt his lifespan might be nearing its end, he returned to the Qin family.
He planned to spend his last few decades here, visit his two younger brothers, and experience the feeling of having filial children and grandchildren.
...
"Are you sure you saw clearly?"
A middle-aged man, who clearly held a high position for a long time, couldn't help but ask again.
"Patriarch, I saw clearly, it's absolutely true!" the steward said with certainty.
"The Old Ancestor has been absent-minded these days, staring at some sachets, jewelry, and even some intimate items all day long. Based on my experience,"
"these objects are girls' things, and most likely beloved keepsakes. But the styles and designs of the items the Old Ancestor takes out each day are different, unlikely to be from the same woman or even a few women. So, I suspect…"
The steward seemed to have some scruples, didn't dare to continue, and looked up at the middle-aged man's face.
"It's fine, speak boldly!" the middle-aged man nodded.
Receiving instruction, the steward felt relieved and continued:
"Patriarch, it's not that I disrespect the Ancestor, but I suspect the Ancestor has a severe fetish for foreign objects. Not to mention the origin of these things, the Ancestor has an unusual obsession with women's items. This is an illness!"
"The solution isn't difficult. The Old Ancestor's illness, in the final analysis, stems from thinking about women. The Old Ancestor has likely been single for too long, leading to this condition. In this old slave's opinion, we only need to find the Old Ancestor a few family matters (wives/concubines), let him experience the taste, and this illness can be cured!"
The Qin Family Head nodded, seeming to agree with the steward's idea, and said in a deep voice:
"You have been in charge of the Qin family's stewardship for nearly a hundred years. With your vision and experience, this matter naturally can't be wrong. But what is the status of my Qin family's Ancestor? Even taking a concubine, ordinary women cannot enter my Qin family's door. At the very least, we need a Saintess, or something equivalent for a concubine."
"In that case, widely send out invitations. Invite some forces affiliated with my Qin family and those in the surrounding areas. Just write that the Qin family's Ancestor has returned, and we are holding a celebration ceremony. In view of his long-term unmarried status, we are specially seeking women above the Saintess level as potential concubines."
"That's settled. You know what to do, you understand."
"As the Family Head commands." The steward bowed and prepared to leave.
"Wait!"
The Qin Family Head suddenly thought of something and quickly stopped the steward, instructing:
"Don't make a big fuss about this within the family; keep it secret. I want to give the Ancestor a surprise. Also, I still need to inform the Second Ancestor and the Third Ancestor. Alright, you may go!"
After the steward left, the Qin Family Head sighed faintly and muttered:
"Sigh, poor Ancestor. Although immortal, he has no cultivation aptitude. In this world where strength is revered, he couldn't even find a Dao Companion for ten thousand years…"
"I truly didn't expect that the Ancestor appears stern on the surface, but in private has such a peculiar, hard-to-talk-about hobby!"