To Song Changsheng, ten years might have been nothing more than a great dream, gone in the blink of an eye.
But for the Wangyue Song Clan, the growing pains they had endured over those ten years exceeded those of the nearly six centuries since the clan's founding combined.
They had never imagined that, in the peaceful era of the clan's prosperity, they would face such a predicament.
On a sleepless night beneath a bright moon and sparse stars, Song Qingxi, who had already been promoted to the clan's executive deputy clan head, held a vermilion jade brush and finished approving the last jade slip on the desk. She casually placed it into the wooden basket beside her, where jade slips had long been piled into a mountain.
Over these ten years—or rather, going back several decades—ever since she had succeeded as the clan's Logistics Elder, nearly every day had passed like this. This workload was nothing to a Purple Palace Cultivator like her, but the fact that it had grown by the day was beyond dispute.
The Song Clan had developed too rapidly in recent years. Encouraged by its birth policies, the Song Clan's population base had doubled and doubled again, while the Lucky Ones at the annual Immortal Ascension Assembly had risen from ten or twenty each year to more than a hundred now.
Over these ten years, more than a thousand new cultivators had been added. The total number of Song Clan cultivators was about to surpass ten thousand.
From seven hundred to ten thousand, less than two hundred years had been needed—a more than tenfold increase.
Besides the addition of Song Yulong and the others, there were two Main Reasons behind this.
First was the birth-encouragement policy Song Changsheng had enacted back then. Over the years,