As Wutan City drew closer, Xiao Lin's consciousness finally sensed a surge of life.
He stood high in the sky, gazing towards Wutan City, where his father had been born.
He saw a vast, unparalleled city rising from the earth!
Everything within sight, including the horizon, was completely dominated by this astonishing city, like a vast mouth stretching across the heavens, endlessly devouring countless people and resources, as greedy and overbearing as a gallery!
Wutan City is now a hundred times its original size. Beyond the city walls, countless shacks and tents stretch out, covering an area even larger than the city itself!
Add to that the radiating roads and the endless stream of convoys transporting supplies inward, and the entire city resembles a cancerous tumor inhabiting the earth, extending countless tentacles to seize everything it needs from the entire northwest continent.
Xiao Lin moved, appearing like a ghost above the slums outside Wutan City, unnoticed.
Looking down, he saw the even larger slums outside the city, with an alarmingly dense population, mostly consisting of the elderly, the weak, and children, all dressed in rags and starving, surviving in shacks and muddy pits.
But even with such harsh living conditions, a constant stream of people continued to pour into this crowded slum from all directions. Clearly, the outside world was far worse off than here!
Xiao Lin couldn't bear it, and even more so, didn't want to witness the cruel scene of cannibalism. He moved directly into the city. In stark contrast to the hell on earth outside, the city was bustling with people, a scene of prosperity and bustle!
However, Xiao Lin's mood didn't brighten at all as he watched the bustling scene. Instead, it grew even more dejected. He sensed something even more unsettling in this unnatural bustle.
The city's population consisted entirely of middle-aged men and women, seemingly hand-picked from the best of the best, all in good health and good looks.
Furthermore, women held a far higher status than men, often accompanied by several men like slaves.
Even in taverns and shops, the owners were almost all women, while the men were relegated to hard labor.
Though these people appeared rosy-cheeked and well-fed, Xiao Lin could clearly sense their hearts were numb, a profound numbness that only came from those who, like him, had endured countless sufferings!
Although they were still alive and vibrant, they now resembled the hustle and bustle of the zombie world, barely surviving!
Xiao Lin completely suppressed the fluctuations of his own power, blending into the crowd as if invisible. After a while, he was drawn to a commotion: two women arguing in front of a tavern.
Standing on the steps of the tavern, a stout woman dressed in silk satin satin, one hand on her hip, pointed condescendingly at another woman, far more beautiful than herself. Between them lay an overturned cart and several jars of broken wine.
As the two argued, Xiao Lin quickly realized it was the stout woman who was giving the wine seller a hard time. Just as he was about to bypass her, he noticed the woman's husband, pushing the cart, looked familiar, and paused in surprise.
The two women were both sharp-tongued, their argument a tart exchange that quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers.
But soon, the fat woman, seeing she was about to lose the argument, rushed into the tavern in desperation, pulled out a swaddling child, and then, ripping open her clothing, began to breastfeed right there in the street!
Xiao Lin, standing behind him, was just beginning to wonder when he saw the crowd all kneel down! Upon closer inspection, he saw that the one feasting on the plump woman's breasts was an ugly, black bastard!
"Bitch! How dare you be so stubborn! You're just a fighting slave, kneeling before this little black ancestor!!"
The beautiful woman selling wine had a grimacing expression, but when she looked at the suckling black bastard in the other woman's arms, she couldn't suppress her envy. She could only glance at her husband behind her with resentment, then, with a look of resignation, she knelt at the fat woman's feet.
"Hahaha, you sharp-tongued little bitch! I spent ten thousand gold coins to beg for a noble offspring, and I gave birth to this precious son, and now I've exchanged it for immense wealth and power! No matter how good your tongue is, you'll have to kneel before me obediently! If you kowtow a few hundred times, I'll wait for this little ancestor to grow up, and I'll give him five thousand gold coins to give you a child. How about that?"
"Useless eunuch, if you hadn't been so hesitant, how would she have gotten the chance to be given a child for ten thousand gold coins?!" "He's got a big frame for nothing, a coward, not even a man, a poor, spineless bastard!"
The beautiful woman, filled with resentment, glared fiercely at her husband, who knelt and prostrated himself behind her. Then, looking at the stout woman, her face fawning and attentive, she said, "Madam, are you serious? Five thousand gold coins...?"
The plump woman, nursing her breast, reveled in her opponent's flattery and respect. She felt a surge of pleasure, believing her decision to spend ten thousand gold coins on the seed was the best decision of her life!
She unwrapped her son's swaddling clothes and caressed his black cock, now a characteristically Black Barbarian size. She proudly toyed with his two black balls, no smaller than those of a grown man, drawing envious exclamations from the crowd. With the Black Barbarian population now sparse, this was a cash cow, a treasure trove of wealth!
The Black Barbarians reign supreme in the Northwest Continent, ruling over a native population that far outnumbered them by a factor of thousands.
The Black Barbarians' noble offspring were highly sought after, and a pregnancy guaranteed a life of wealth and countless privileges!
When this little Black ancestor of hers grew up in a few years, a single stroke of his cock would be worth millions of ounces of gold, a bonanza of wealth!
If a mere five thousand gold coins could bring her the same kind of ascension to fame, wouldn't that be a huge bargain for her?
The fat woman's heart ached at the thought. Just as she was about to retract her words, she heard the crack of a whip along the long street. Everyone scattered in panic, kneeling on either side of the road, trembling with fear.
Although Xiao Lin was disguised, he followed the crowd and retreated behind them, silently gazing towards the end of the road.
As the crisp clatter of hooves drew closer, the first thing that appeared was a high-roofed carriage, followed by an extremely ornate golden body.
The carriage resembled a massive couch on wheels, large enough to accommodate dozens of people in sexual intercourse. Above it was a white gauze tent two stories high.
The drivers of this carriage were two powerful, scantily clad female Dou Zongs. From their clothing and accessories, Xiao Lin could clearly tell they were true disciples of the Hua Sect.
Looking at the long whips in their hands, deeply stained with blood, he wondered how many innocent people they had brutally lashed to death.
What shocked Xiao Lin even more was that the person pulling the cart wasn't just an animal, but a full-fledged, living person!
The sturdy man with lion-like hair was completely naked. His eyes had been gouged out, leaving only two black holes. A bit and reins were placed in his mouth, like a mule or horse's. Even the hair between his legs had been cruelly shaved and castrated.
His elbows and knees were forced to bend, cruelly driven into the horseshoes with iron nails. His inward-bent wrists and ankles were chained together, forcing him to use his knees and elbows as hooves, pulling the cart forward in unimaginable pain!
Who would have thought that this animal pulling the cart was actually one of the ten most powerful men in the Jia Ma Empire, a Dou Wang powerhouse who had even vaguely clashed with Xiao Yan in the past? The Lion King Yan Shi!
Under that brutal might, the men on both sides of the road pressed their foreheads against the tiles in growing fear, fearing that this Black Ancestor would slaughter them if he got upset!
On the other hand, the women, confident in their looks, seemed to have received a colossal surprise. While they dared not openly stand up and offend the oncoming men, it didn't stop them from spreading their legs, lifting their skirts, and straddling the curb, abandoning all sense of propriety and shame, shaking their breasts and hips at the oncoming vehicles.
Some virgins even boldly stretched their vaginas, exposing their precious membranes to the noble being inside the tent, eager for him to break their virginity.
Looking at these enthusiastic women, the stout woman in the tavern looked on with disdain. She looked around and saw only a handful of women standing proudly on the long street like her.
These women were either heavily pregnant, holding swaddling clothes like her, or simply holding the hands of their black sons. Each stood proudly on their own, enjoying the privilege of not kneeling before black men.
Of course, no one would be bothered by the number of black men they were carrying, not even the stout woman!
But when she saw the grandeur of the approaching carriage, the black crescent emblems on the two Flower Sect Dou Zongs driving the carriages, the hundreds of female guards behind them, and the low-cut miniskirts, stockings, and long boots adorning the standard uniforms of the Canaan Academy Black Spirit members, she felt nothing but scorn and ridicule for the fawning women. Flower Sect guards, Black Spirit guards—this was clearly the most noble of the Black Barbarian bloodlines, a display only the direct descendants of the Tuku Saint Lord could possess!
And judging by the timing, the person in the carriage was most likely a grandson who had just returned from the Canaan Women's Academy's concubine selection—a young marquis born into the Dou Zong realm!
Such status and position were truly invaluable, how could those commonplace women on the street even dream of such a status!
Sure enough, as the carriage rumbled past, the moans of the Canaan Women's Academy's S-ranked prodigies within continued unabated.
Just when everyone thought it would pass, the young marquis' carriage unexpectedly stopped right in front of the beautiful woman selling wine!
"How is this possible?!"
The fat woman felt a sharp pang of bitterness and resentment, and an indescribable fear washed over her. She nearly peed herself. If that bitch were to inherit royal blood, the black barbarian she'd bought with ten thousand gold coins would be as worthless as dust, and she, too, would be at her mercy!
The beautiful woman selling wine, unable to contain her excitement, knelt on the ground as a pair of gold-encrusted boots stepped from the tent carriage, gradually approached her, and then... passed her and turned directly towards her husband?! !
Even on the other side, despite having lowered her head as much as possible, the beautiful woman's husband was still roughly pulled by the hair, forced to face the black-skinned demon before him.
The young marquis, though lavishly dressed and sporting flowing silver hair, bore a striking resemblance to Tuku's fish-eye forehead, flat nose, thick lips, and dark skin, giving him the unmistakable impression of a monkey in human form.
The intermingling of two generations of blood gave this young black savage a tall and robust build, but the fierceness and brutality in his eyes mirrored that of his grandfather, Tuku.
"Mu Zhan! Hahahaha, I recognize you! You were once my father Tujia's slave. Father, I abandoned you! Now, you're mine! It will be fascinating for Mother Xue Mei to see you again! Hahaha!"
Mu Zhan's eyes were filled with pain. When he heard the words "Mother Xue Mei" and saw the visitor's striking silver hair, he knew this beast must be the bastard sired by his former wife, Xue Mei, for the black savage!
But even if this bastard stood before him, what could he do?
Countless attempts and resistance were ultimately futile, resulting in only exacerbated humiliation!
And... Tujia!!! This shameful name was almost forever seared into his soul!