I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 351 - 284: Father of Myriad Phenomena Beasts
A moment later, he nodded slightly, a hint of steadiness flashing in his eyes:
"What the great-grandfather said is very true. However, regarding the selection of the Imperial Consort, I think it would be better to gradually release a few slots."
"Rarity is valuable; if we hastily expand the harem, it might cause unnecessary disputes that could be detrimental to the stability of the Demon Court."
He paused, then continued:
"For weaker clans, allying with me through marriage is naturally a great opportunity. But for stronger clans, if I accept too many women from weaker clans at once, they might feel threatened and become dissatisfied."
"Therefore, I believe the slots for the Imperial Consort should initially go to the stronger clans. Once the Demon Court stabilizes in the future, we can then gradually accept women from weaker clans."
The Golden Feather Demon Venerable’s eyes lit up with appreciation upon hearing Chen Sheng’s words. He nodded with a smile:
"Wise indeed, with such considerations, I am even more assured. The future of the Demon Court, in your hands, will not go wrong."
Saying this, the Golden Feather Demon Venerable picked up the Vermilion Brush from the table, lightly pointed at a memorial, and a golden demonic power merged into the memorial:
"Since you already have a plan, I will first settle on two women from the Nine Spirits Lion Race and the Demon Flood Dragon for you. Later on, you can choose an Imperial Consort from other strong clans."
Chen Sheng rose and saluted, "Thank you, great-grandfather."
The Golden Feather Demon Venerable waved his hand, his face full of smiles:
"No need for formalities between us. Now that you have matured, I entrust the future of the Demon Court to you."
After leaving the Golden Feather Hall, a golden light flickered around Chen Sheng, and his figure merged into the void. In less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, he appeared above the Roc Imperial Palace.
Before landing, he could hear the commotion inside the palace—children’s laughter, women’s helpless reprimands, and the sound of tables and chairs colliding.
Chen Sheng’s Divine Sense scanned the scene, and the sight before him immediately made him furrow his brows.
The carpet originally spread on the floor was pulled into disarray, stained with many colorful peacock feathers, and several areas were soaked with water stains.
The bright yellow brocade hanging from the beams was half draping on the floor, half still entwined around the beams, and the tables and chairs inside the hall were toppled over, with jade bottles and porcelain bowls shattered across the ground, tea water splattering over the fragments.
The five lovely wives had lost their usual elegance at this moment.
Luan Ning wore the unique Flowing Cloud Skirt of the Cyan Simurgh Race, its hem stained with dust, and the cyan imprints on her forehead glowing faintly due to her worry.
Hu Qing was dressed in a white Fox Fur Skirt, the fox fur on its hem slightly rumpled. She frowned, her snow-white fox tail flicking agitatedly behind her.
Kong Ling, in a peacock blue long dress, helplessly gathered the scattered peacock feathers on the ground using the Five Elements Techniques.
Her son, Peng Xuan, was placing feathers on his head, mimicking a peacock displaying its tail, circling around the hall, occasionally letting out "giggling" laughter.
Ao Rou, in a light blue Dragon Pattern Skirt, was surrounded by a faint veil of water vapor. She looked at her son, Peng Yao, using Water Demonic Power to soak the curtains, her face full of helplessness.
Peng Yao manipulated small streams of water to douse the curtains, increasing the flow to drench them completely at times, while at others, it drizzled gently like rain, leaving the hall in disarray.
Lang Yue stood with hands on her hips, her gaze as sharp as a knife, but when her son Peng Lie dashed before her, acting spoiled, her gaze softened instantly.
Peng Lie was tossing Celestial Wolf Race beast skin cushions all over, occasionally using Demonic Power to lift a cushion into the air, making it flutter and fly.
Hu Qing’s voice carried a touch of helplessness:
"Peng Xiao! Stop running! Put the hairpin down!"
Beside him, Peng Yao was not to be outdone. Seeing Peng Xiao running joyfully, he manipulated water streams to splash at Peng Xiao.
Peng Xuan, Peng Che, and Peng Lie were not idle either, the three children gathered together, competing with their demonic auras.
The aura of Tier Three Demon Kings fluctuated unsteadily within them, shaking the surrounding tables and chairs slightly and scattering the fragments on the tables once more.
"Mother, you’re all so weak, you can’t catch me at all."
As he ran, Peng Xiao turned back and made a face at Hu Qing, the hairpin in his hand gleaming in the sunlight.
The five lovely wives exchanged helpless glances.
The strength they held within their clans was not considered weak, but facing these children, who were born as Tier Three Demon Kings and influenced by the Golden-Winged Roc bloodline, they were unable to maintain order.
They couldn’t possibly resort to using Magical Treasures or Divine Techniques against their own children.
Moreover, the bloodline power of the Golden-Winged Roc Race within their children was too domineering, making them naturally naughtier and more vigorous than ordinary demon race children, with seemingly endless energy.
Standing at the door, Chen Sheng’s aura instantly sank, an invisible pressure enveloping the great hall.
The hall, bustling moments ago, quieted down noticeably, and the children’s movements subconsciously came to a halt.
Peng Xiao held the hairpin, staring blankly at Chen Sheng, the smile on his face freezing, while Peng Yao hurriedly retracted his Water Demonic Power, lowering his head, not daring to meet Chen Sheng’s gaze.
Peng Xuan, Peng Che, and Peng Lie also ended their competition, standing still with furtive glances.
Yet, the quiet lasted only a moment before Peng Xiao’s eyes twinkled, figuring that Chen Sheng would not really punish him. He raised the hairpin again and shouted:
"Father, look at the treasure I found! This hairpin is so pretty!" He still wanted to continue running around.
Chen Sheng’s gaze turned stern, and as he lifted his right hand, Yin Yang Qi emerged in the void, forming a giant hand, reaching toward Peng Xiao.
It was none other than his Void Yin-Yang Grand Capture, cultivated by merging Yin Yang Void Power, its power boundless. At this moment, he used only a fraction of its force, yet it was enough to subdue Peng Xiao.
