27: Chapter 27: Mo Fengwu's Wish!

Zhao Changsheng didn't pay much mind to his masters' wives, who still retained their charm, but when the three Junior Sisters were mentioned, a hint of interest flickered in his eyes.

Thus, on the day after he entered the residence, he met the three Junior Sisters.

The eldest Junior Sister, Mo Yuzhu, possessed a face that could topple cities, peerless in beauty, and her martial arts were also quite outstanding.

Upon learning this, Zhao Changsheng directly handed over several bottles of Spirit Pills capable of increasing one's internal power, stating clearly that taking them would surely allow her to join the Ranks of top-tier first-class experts, with strength not much inferior to Mo Juren, and could save her decades of bitter cultivation time.

Mo Yuzhu took the Medicinal Pills, her heart full of gratitude, and her gaze toward Zhao Changsheng held a bit more curiosity about cultivation—she had never imagined that a Medicinal Pill casually produced by a Cultivator would have such a miraculous effect on a Mortal.

The second Junior Sister, Mo Fengwu, was dressed in a yellow robe and looked to be only sixteen years old. Her appearance was beautiful and lovely, exuding a petite and delicate aura.

She herself was proficient in medicine, so Zhao Changsheng taught her modern medical experience from his past life, along with Mo Juren's medical insights, all through the method of Divine Thought transmission.

Although Divine Thought transmission consumes a Cultivator's own Divine Thought, it was negligible to Zhao Changsheng, and it was already the fastest way to teach.

Moreover, Mo Fengwu was already a doctor with exquisite medical skills; with this Legacy, she would surely become a divine doctor of her generation in the future.

However, after the Divine Thought transmission ended, Mo Fengwu fell directly into a deep sleep that lasted for half a day—Mortals already find it difficult to bear the power of a Cultivator's Divine Thought. Even though Zhao Changsheng had tried his best to weaken the force, if it had been any stronger, Mo Fengwu might have suffered a mental breakdown.

As for the third Junior Sister, Mo Caihuan, she was still a petite and delicate young girl.

Zhao Changsheng picked out some playthings that young girls like, added a bottle of Fragrance Pills, and gave them to her together.

In addition to the three Junior Sisters, Zhao Changsheng also gave meeting gifts to his fellow Senior Brothers.

For example, Eldest Senior Brother Yan Ge received a Medicinal Pill that could improve martial arts, and the other Senior Brothers each received gifts as well. He didn't act this way out of a soft heart, but rather followed his whims; more importantly, he wanted to completely subdue the entire Mo Residence... "Senior Brother Zhao, without a Spiritual Root, is it truly impossible to Cultivate?"

After waking up, Mo Fengwu finished digesting the medical information Zhao Changsheng had transmitted. She was both amazed by the wonders of Immortal methods and felt the spark of a desire to become a Cultivator ignite in her heart. Unable to suppress her urgency, she found Zhao Changsheng at the first opportunity and asked this question.

"Without a Spiritual Root, one naturally cannot Cultivate," Zhao Changsheng explained gently, his tone full of patience. "Without a Spiritual Root, one cannot sense the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth. If you can't sense Spiritual Qi, you cannot guide it into your body, and naturally, you cannot step onto the path of cultivation. This is a dead end that no one can change; even a true Immortal would find it hard to make an exception, let alone a minor Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator like me." He paused and added, "The Ranks of the Cultivation World are divided into Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, and Soul Transformation. Although there are Realms above Soul Transformation, they are beyond the reach of the Mortal Realm and can only be attained by ascending to the Spirit Realm, so I won't say more to you. You just need to know that the Cultivation World is not some Immortal paradise where one can enjoy a lifetime of wealth and glory; instead, it is full of danger everywhere. A slight lapse in caution can lead to eternal damnation, making it ten thousand times more dangerous than this secular world."

Mo Fengwu listened exceptionally intently, occasionally asking follow-up questions. Zhao Changsheng followed her questions, recounting interesting anecdotes and perilous encounters from the Cultivation World one by one.

After hearing these words, Mo Fengwu's desire to become a Cultivator was mostly extinguished.

Of course, the most crucial point was that "without a Spiritual Root, one cannot Cultivate"—this alone was enough to douse her hopes, though the faint spark of longing in her heart was not entirely snuffed out.

Just then, several Madams of the Mo Residence sent someone to invite Zhao Changsheng into the main hall.

"It seems the Madams have made up their minds."

Zhao Changsheng sat directly in the head seat of the hall, his gaze sweeping over the four Madams below. A smile played on his face, but his tone carried a hint of testing: "Since you've decided, I wonder how you Madams intend to compensate me?" His appearance made one feel he harbored ill intentions.

Fourth Madam Yan took a deep breath, her tone becoming incredibly firm: "We want to ask you, what do you think of your three Junior Sisters? If we betroth all three of them to you as wives, would such compensation be acceptable?" They truly couldn't think of any other way, especially since they had seen Zhao Changsheng getting along harmoniously with Mo Yuzhu and her sisters over the past few days, leading them to believe he had come for these three Junior Sisters in the first place.

"This is inappropriate," Zhao Changsheng rejected without a second thought, shaking his head. "The three sisters are all Mortals, while I am a Cultivator. Even if we married, we could not stay together forever or spend our lives together. Even if I gave them many more Spirit Pills to prolong their lives, I could not give them a lifespan equal to mine. Such a union is fundamentally unsuitable."

This direct rejection left the four Madams looking at each other in dismay—they had never expected Zhao Changsheng to decline so decisively.

Third Madam Liu, who had been suppressing some anger from her previous hesitation, couldn't help but ask, "Then what exactly do you want?"

She had even considered offering herself up earlier, but she hadn't expected the other party to not play by the rules at all.

The smile on Zhao Changsheng's face faded slightly, and his tone became blunt: "What I want is the entire Mo Residence. I want the Mo family to be completely at my disposal, helping me collect the things I need. If you are willing, this matter ends here; if you are not, then I can only silence you to keep my secrets."

A few simple words caused the faces of the four Madams present to turn deathly pale instantly, devoid of all color. They never thought Zhao Changsheng would say something as ruthless as "silencing them to keep his secrets."

How could they know that the reason Zhao Changsheng was in a hurry to subdue the Mo Residence was that he remembered a Core Formation Stage Cultivator from the Spirit Control Sect would appear near Jiayuan City in the future.

He wanted the Mo Residence to help him gather information. As long as the Mo Residence didn't actively provoke the Overlord Villa and the Five Colors Sect, maintaining the stable situation of the three-way standoff, no chaos would ensue.

Moreover, such a situation would only need to last for a few years, which was enough for him.

This was Zhao Changsheng's true goal, but it wasn't convenient to say it plainly right now. He could only subdue the Mo Residence first and then slowly help it restore its former strength.

The Legacy of a Core Formation Stage Cultivator was worth such a high price and worth this much effort; in short, it was worth it.

As for his thoughts, the Madams naturally couldn't know or understand them. But after hearing what he said, the Madams looked at each other for a long while before finally making a decision.

"We can entrust the entire Mo Residence to you, but you must guarantee us a lifetime of wealth and honor."