Eight days later…
After an arduous week of planting seeds in multiple fields, Salas returned once again to his Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
"Ahh… I hope that among the seventy-seven women I ravaged, at least fifty will bear my children."
Salas let out a tired sigh at the thought.
In the past week, after leaving Lan Ba Academy, he hadn't even slept. He had been planting seeds like a tireless gardening machine everywhere he went.
The "fields" ranged from viscounts' estates to village chiefs' homes. Whenever he saw a beautiful woman who met the standards of Earth's celebrities, he never hesitated. He directly seduced them with his "big snake."
Village girls were easy to persuade. A few gold coins each were enough to make them agree to bear his children. Those women, poor and without any other means to survive, accepted his demands.
Even some married women Salas set his eyes on—under the watchful gaze of their husbands—willingly spread their legs for him.
Noble women, however, took more time to seduce. Yet when he demonstrated his modern-era pickup skills alongside a strength like an insurmountable mountain, they too willingly knelt before him to untie his pants.
Gaining seeds from such a powerful man, many noble fathers willingly sent their daughters to Salas.
After all, which noble wouldn't want their bloodline to prosper through the descendants of someone so exceptional?
A mysterious figure suspected to be a Titled Douluo—though wearing a mask—appeared before them. Even though they knew he would never marry their daughters, they were more than happy for him to father their grandchildren.
Some nobles with… particular tastes even sent their wives to serve Salas's "snake."
"I just wanted to give it a try… but I didn't expect these nobles—each one worse than the last. That Count Lan Shi even let me have a fivesome with all three of his wives and his two daughters. Alas… what a world, what a world… I can't even express my emotions." Salas's face took on a strange expression as he thought back to the bizarre fetishes of these nobles.
Regardless, he had enjoyed his time with all seventy-seven women, filling each of them with his "venom."
It was a pity he hadn't gone to the Emperor's harem… nor did he dare. Emperor Xue was not like these half-baked, power-hungry nobles. Unless he had a cuckold fetish, there was no way the Emperor would offer his wives—or his only daughter, still a child—to Salas.
"Next month… I should go to the Star Luo Empire and meet that empire's nobles."
Wouldn't it be better to have descendants in the noble lines of both empires? Now that the Heaven Dou Empire's side was settled, only the Star Luo Empire remained.
Of course, if possible, Salas even wanted to go to Sea God Island and plant a few seeds there, but time wouldn't allow it. And even in the future, he probably wouldn't, considering he had plans to follow Buddhism.
"Haha… Who would've thought that I—a virgin until a few months ago—would enjoy all sorts of delicacies in just a week? Truly, transmigrating is wonderful."
"Pity I have to become a monk after next month…"
Thinking this, with a disappointed heart, Salas jumped into the Ice and Fire Pool, entering cultivation mode to temper his heart.
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The next day, as the morning sunlight broke through the tall trees of Sunset Forest, Dugu Bo arrived.
"My Lord, I have accomplished the task. Here are the documents."
Dugu Bo promptly handed the land deed to Salas.
The land spanned hundreds of miles outside Sunset Forest, half-circling it entirely. Although Salas had only asked for a dozen or so miles, Dugu Bo, ever considerate, had decided to overcomplete the task.
In a world with such a sparse population, there was plenty of unclaimed land. Xue Xing had not been too reluctant when Dugu Bo asked; he had directly given away land worth half the size of Soto City.
Seeing the deed in hand, Salas felt pleased. Although he could have simply taken the land by force once he became a god, for now he still had to play by the rules.
"Once I become a god, I'll directly occupy the entire Sunset Forest and thousands of miles around it… but for now, it's better to follow the rules while building my base," Salas thought silently.
Although strong, he wasn't yet powerful enough to challenge the entire empire. His soul power was still only at level 90 and could be depleted.
"Of course, if a fight really breaks out, why should I fight head-on? I'll just switch to assassination mode. By the next day, the Xue family will cease to exist. Haha."
He stored the deed safely in his soul tool.
On Earth, he had never owned even a single perch of land… and now he owned tens of thousands of acres. Salas considered this one of his achievements.
"Mm. Well done. How is the matter regarding Yang Wudi? Did you meet him?" Salas asked.
"I haven't met him yet, my Lord… but I have sent a letter inviting him to my mansion for a feast. Tomorrow is the day," Dugu Bo explained hurriedly.
"Indeed… when inviting someone to join our pavilion, proper etiquette is a must." Salas nodded approvingly, then continued:
"After this matter is done, start the construction of our pavilion according to my instructions. Invite the Defense Clan to do the work. As for the mansion I told you to build here… halt that plan for now. It shall wait until I return."
Salas had his reasons for halting the mansion plan.
During cultivation in the Yin Yang Well last night, he had remembered the bone remains of the Ice and Fire Dragon King. Wouldn't it be better to build his mansion from them?
Those two skeletons, spanning thousands of meters, could, if stacked together, form an entire fortress-like palace. It would be wasteful not to use them.
Of course, it couldn't be done now. He would need to be present to oversee the process to ensure no one stole even a single bone.
There was also another problem—without Super Douluo-level strength, one couldn't even scratch those bones. They would need to be processed by at least a divine craftsman, and it would probably take years to finish construction.
So he decided the mansion could wait until he became a god. By then, he might have an easier method.
And wouldn't he also have god-level disciples? He could use them as laborers. Gods building his mansion… wouldn't that be an epoch-making creation that could be passed down as a legend through the ages?
"Understood, Lord. I will heed your orders," Dugu Bo said with a respectful bow.
After discussing a few more matters, Salas dismissed Dugu Bo. Then, he too left—heading toward Shrek Academy.