Wang Zhan looked at her with an innocent expression.

Well, if it's that easy, then go ahead and tell me!

I'd give up both my kidneys if I had to.

Little did he know, his thoughts were essentially in sync with some of Ouyang Sheng's private musings.

Ouyang Sheng felt somewhat embarrassed and remained silent for a short while. Finally, steeling herself, she met Wang Zhan's innocent gaze and said, "In the future, each of us sisters will require one day of your time each month. We will decide when! That's our condition. If you agree, you can leave now. I wasn't lying to you earlier; Yao Yao's current situation is truly dire..."

Wang Zhan's heart sank slightly. But he shook his head and pressed on, "Occupying a day of my time is fine; I don't see a problem with that. But don't you think that as an involved party, I have the right to know your true intentions and discuss the specific timing reasonably with you?"

After all, what if on that particular day, he was with Yao Yao or Qin Ying, and things were about to get intimate? If the two sisters suddenly dragged him away, what would happen to Yao Yao and Qin Ying?

That's not being responsible at all!

Even though Wang Zhan had indeed matured into a polished scoundrel since meeting Qin Ying, this didn't mean he sincerely wanted to hurt Yao Yao or Qin Ying.

In fact, it could be said bluntly that both Qin Ying and Yao Yao had gradually become an indispensable part of him.

In other words, he liked them both!

Ouyang Sheng bit her lip slightly, displaying a rare feminine delicacy.

Seeing this, Wang Zhan instantly thought to himself, As expected! A woman's heart is the most venomous! It's a good thing I didn't rashly agree to their conditions, or I'd be completely screwed.

But having said so much, even Ouyang Sheng, whose face had flushed as red as a monkey's backside at that moment, wouldn't back down now. After all, she was a Martial Artist too!

So, Ouyang Sheng steeled herself against the sudden heat rising in her ears. She gazed into the distance, avoiding Wang Zhan's eyes, and said nonchalantly, "It's... it's nothing much, just helping us... helping us conceive a child! And, you're right about that. This... this matter... we really do need to discuss a suitable time..."

Once these words had actually escaped Ouyang Sheng's lips, not only did Ouyang Sheng feel so flustered that her ears burned red, but even Wang Zhan—who usually feared nothing and relished challenging heaven, earth, and man—felt like he'd been struck deaf, utterly speechless!

Gazing at Ouyang Sheng, who didn't dare to lift her head, Wang Zhan felt as if he'd been poisoned. His body felt numb, his head spun, and he asked, "You... GULP... what did you just say?"

Unconsciously, Wang Zhan's throat had become dry, and he could barely speak.

This time, Ouyang Sheng lacked her earlier courage, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "Just... conceiving a child, it's... it's not such a big deal! Besides, we were willing to save you because of this, you know..."

Wang Zhan's mind buzzed from the shock. At this moment, he almost thought he was hearing things.

So, when he was certain that Ouyang Sheng truly harbored such intentions, he immediately wanted to say to her:

Having a child isn't a big deal, of course! The problem is, I, Wang Zhan, am just a little over eighteen today—a big kid at most! And now you, an older woman, are actually asking a big kid to have children with you? Ladies, do you have any shame...

Meanwhile, Wang Zhan and Ouyang Sheng were still discussing whether he would help them conceive, without reaching a clear answer. Eventually, Wang Zhan felt he had no choice. He put on his slippers, grabbed a water bucket, and hurriedly left the remote wilderness area in the dead of night.

At that very time, Quan State, merely a few hundred kilometers away and the starting point for Wang Zhan's new beginning, unexpectedly burst into a flurry of activity as evening approached. Surging crowds were everywhere, accompanied by frenzied shouts, the clang of collisions, and the crashing of metal tools.

Among them, many were Federation citizens, originally ordinary people, who now had to act like Martial Artists, personally taking up whatever makeshift weapons they could find. There were sticks, shovels, cleavers, whips... In short, anything they could use was clutched tightly in their hands. Faces flushed and breathing heavily, they relentlessly pursued their targets, shouting continuously.

"Charge! Charge! Charge! Don't be afraid of them, there are more of us!"

"Those important figures said earlier that these things are, at most, equivalent to ten ordinary people! With so many of us here, they can't win! Attack! Damn it..."

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Although the anger and resistance of the common people had always been disorganized and varied, at this moment, facing an unknown crisis, they had transformed into worthy soldiers. Even without training, without proper weapons, even if they weren't Martial Artists... Nevertheless, they knew where the enemy was. And so, they would charge there, never pausing for a moment.

Those whom these people regarded as "important figures"—the scions of the various prominent noble families who had previously remained secluded within Quan State City—began to appear frequently amidst the chaos, dividing their forces along two paths.

Some sped towards the city wall of Quan State City to join the ranks of the defending soldiers. They were often powerful Martial Artists. Although, in the eyes of ordinary people, they couldn't distinguish the vast difference between a Martial Artist and a Martial Master, undoubtedly, the appearance of any Martial Artist at this time provided them with boundless courage and reassurance. At least they knew then: there was still hope for Quan State!

However, what they didn't know was that even these powerful Martial Artists were, at this very moment, extremely grave. They could only leap continuously across rooftops to reach the city wall in time, murmuring amongst themselves as they went.

"What on earth is going on? How did the Beast Nest get here so quickly..."

"Who knows! I'm just worried these creatures will directly attack our schools. One should know, those places are full of children. If we carelessly lose even one, it could mean the end of Quan State City's future prospects..."

To Martial Artists, ordinary people were merely a population base. But these "seeds"—even those who might only ever reach the level of a Martial Artist—would one day join their ranks. Only these seeds could ensure the continuation of the Martial Artist path. No wonder their expressions grew increasingly grave.

There was no other reason; this calamity had struck too suddenly. Who could have imagined that, while Quan State City was caught completely off guard, nearly a hundred small-sized vicious beasts had already breached the city's defenses. Then, they poured into the outer areas of Quan State City, where most of the ordinary people lived. For those ordinary people, it was nothing short of a nightmare, a catastrophe, especially as they watched people they knew, people they were close to, being devoured by those beasts.

Thus, along their route, the Martial Artists still speeding towards the top of Quan State City's wall clearly saw the people below: grieving the loss of loved ones, retching violently after being rescued, and crying their hearts out. They immediately recalled the orders they had just received. Just moments before, their Family heads or superiors had issued orders: they were to stand firm on the city wall until Quan State City fell! In other words: fight to the death!

That was why they were rushing so frantically, exerting all their effort, hoping only to arrive in the nick of time. But it was clear: the more information they pieced together, the greater the apparent danger of this Beast Tide, and the heavier their hearts became...

Meanwhile, the other contingent from these noble families swiftly headed towards Quan State City's State Government building to assemble. To prevent opportunists from stirring up trouble, even these inherently powerful Martial Artists, far from weak, were compelled by the no-fly order to travel in a convoy of expensive cars. Because of this, no matter how quickly they tried to travel, they still had to navigate the roadside conditions and the ordinary people involved in accidents. Naturally, their progress seemed to slow to a crawl until they could finally clear that area.

And so, as they came into closer contact with the unfolding tragedy, it went without saying that they gained a more profound understanding of the grief of the people on the roadside. They began to truly realize the Beast Tide had arrived.

A Martial Artist could never truly be an ordinary person. And these ordinary people, who had struggled at the Federation's lowest rungs their entire lives—how immense was their sorrow at this moment! Even a small beast, no bigger than one of the rats, could render these mere mortals as fragile as tofu, utterly defenseless against its attack. They could only wait helplessly for death to claim them!

Because they were not Martial Artists. Not being a Martial Artist, or being unable to become one, meant they naturally could not acquire power. And in this world undergoing a Spiritual Energy resurgence, the power possessed by Martial Artists was the most formidable and unparalleled force. At the very least, it was enough to protect oneself, and even one's family.

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