At the same time, in Fang Zheng's room, the air is thick darkness. Shen Cui and Fang Zheng lie on the bed, their proximity charged with unspoken intent. Fang Zheng begins to revise his plans for the future—a meticulous strategy designed to elevate him above all others—but his focus shatters as Shen Cui moves closer.
Her movements are deliberate, seductive, her touch igniting a fire within him that consumes his resolve. Leaning in, her breath brushes against his ear, soft yet intoxicating, as she whispers, "Young Master, you have awakened extraordinary talent. Haven't I told you before that you would awaken high talent? Please, allow your servant to serve you tonight. Let me help you reach your full potential."
Fang Zheng hesitates only for a moment before surrendering completely to temptation. His ambitions dissolve into indulgence, and soon, the room falls silent save for the faint rustling of fabric and the sound of labored breathing.
A short while later, Fang Zheng stands at the window, gazing out at the night sky. The stars shimmer like scattered diamonds across an endless expanse, and the moon hangs low, casting its silvery glow over the village below. He stands in silence, lost in thought, his mind racing with possibilities. After a long pause, he whispers softly to himself, as if testing the weight of his own words:
"I have decided... I will become Venerable on the blood path. There are many reasons for my choice, but the primary reason is resources." His gaze flickers briefly toward Shen Cui, who lies quietly behind him, her presence both a reminder and a tool. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he mutters under his breath, "Ha ha ha. I am just looking at a blood path resource. Ha ha ha. It is really easy to obtain blood path resources, but the problem is the Demon Judgment Board. If I become immortal in blood path, it will detect me. That is a huge obstacle."
He pauses, his expression growing darker as he contemplates the challenge ahead. "To avoid detection from the Demon Judgment Board, I must rely solely on pure blood to strengthen myself. But what exactly is pure blood?" He chuckles softly, the sound tinged with arrogance. "Pure blood is a relative term. From my perspective, Fang Yuan and Gu Xianer are pure blood because we are triplets. Any child born from either me and Gu Xianer or Fang Yuan and Gu Xianer would also be pure blood for me. However, if I impregnate any other woman besides Gu Xianer, the child will only possess half-pure blood. Full pure blood is ideal, but half-pure blood is still acceptable."
A devilish grin spreads across his face as his thoughts spiral into darker territory. He laughs silently in his mind, reveling in the brilliance of his own scheme. "I have crafted a perfect plan to gain unlimited pure blood and half-pure blood while taking control of the entire village. First, I will get closer to Gu Xianer and try to sow discord between her and Fang Yuan. If that fails, I already have a flawless backup plan ready for them. Ha ha ha. You, Gu Xianer, want to marry your brother Fang Yuan? I will make it even more intimate than you could ever imagine. Ha ha ha. You will learn the true purpose of marriage. Ha ha ha."
His laughter grows colder, more sinister, as he continues plotting. "In the coming days, I will form a bond with Mo Bai, the successor of the Mo Faction. Through him, I will gain access to his grandfather, the head of the Mo Faction, who has a rather talented granddaughter—Mo Bai's sister. I will make her fall for me and ensure she becomes pregnant as quickly as possible. Once that happens, the entire Mo Faction will dance under my command. As for the Chi Faction, they're already under my thumb thanks to Chi Chen's fabricated results. To further solidify their loyalty, I will hint that I have a sister who is even more talented and suggest arranging her marriage to someone from their faction as a sign of our close friendship and brotherhood. Ha ha ha. Even those old foxes won't see through my ploy—they'll eagerly accept my bait. Ha ha ha."
Fang Zheng pauses, savoring the image of his eventual dominance. His eyes gleam with malice as he envisions the final pieces of his plan falling into place. "And then, I will turn my attention to Yao Le, the successor of the Medicine Hall. I will make her fall for me as well and ensure she becomes pregnant swiftly. Through her, I will control the Medicine Hall. With all three main factions in my grasp—the Mo Faction, the Chi Faction, and the Medicine Hall—I will hold dominion over the entire clan. He he he."
Another pause follows, during which Fang Zheng allows himself to bask in the sheer perfection of his strategy. His confidence swells, fueling his ambition. "It is a flawless plan," he declares silently, his voice dripping with pride. "If I follow this plan, I could achieve immortality without ever leaving this village. Ha ha ha. Gaining pure blood will require some effort, but obtaining half-pure blood will be as easy as drinking water. He he he. It's almost like reaping multiple benefits in one go. Ha ha ha. For now, I will primarily use half-pure blood, but once I reach Rank 6, I will switch to using pure blood as my main resource, supplemented by half-pure blood. Ha ha ha."
Are you thinking about morality, blood ties, and family bonds? Fang Zheng abandoned such notions long ago, in his previous life, when he was betrayed by everyone close to him. That betrayal shattered whatever illusions he had about love, loyalty, and kinship. Now, he sees the world for what it truly is: a ruthless game of manipulation, exploitation, deception, betrayal, and cruelty. To him, concepts like love, loyalty, affection, trust, honor, dignity, morality, and kindness are nothing more than tools—tools that the weak cling to, but tools that the strong wield to their advantage.
One should not dwell on morality, for morality has already failed them. It is morality that binds, causing hesitation when decisiveness could forge progress. It is love that blinds, trust that betrays, honor that shackles, and dignity that leaves one exposed. Life is not a sweet dream but a merciless game, where only the cunning thrive.
Blood ties hold no inherent value unless they serve a purpose. Family bonds are but tools to exploit, emotions are weapons to wield, and morality is an illusion crafted by the powerful to control the naive. Those who cling to ideals—love, kindness, honor—are doomed to fail, for they refuse to see the world as it truly is: a realm where manipulation, deception, and cruelty reign supreme.
This is why no honest politician can thrive to their last breath. Honesty is a death sentence. Morality is a chain that drags the virtuous into the abyss, where the ruthless climb over their corpses.
Those who dare hold onto ideals—love, trust, honor, dignity—are nothing but blind prey, stumbling fools waiting to be devoured.
Their opponents—the cunning, the merciless—see those values for what they truly are: weapons to wield, tools to manipulate, deceptions to exploit, and weaknesses to destroy.
The honest are doomed because they refuse to see the world as it is—a battlefield where morality is the first casualty. It is not a shield, but a target. Not a virtue, but a vulnerability.
And it always fails. Always. Because in the end, the world does not reward fairness or justice. It rewards those who burn every principle, exploit every weakness, and crush every obstacle in their path.
Morality is a lie told to keep the weak in line. The ruthless will always rise. The virtuous will always fall. It may seem cruel, but that is the law of this world.