Since we were talking about the Tang Family's traditional culture, we had to mention that Ah Yin was also a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Blue Silver Emperor.
The father married a Blue Silver Emperor, the son married a Soft Bone Rabbit, the grandson married the Silver Dragon King, and the great-grandson married a Hundred-Thousand-Year Demon Soul Great White Shark.
This traditional culture could only be described as fucking incredible. Anyone else could only bow down in defeat!
I, Wei Feng, had only ever admired four people in my life. One was Xu Xian, who dared to screw a snake; another was Ning Caichen, who dared to sleep with a ghost; and there was Dong Xian, who could sleep with an immortal.
Oh, and there was another heavyweight. I think his name was Luo Shiyi. That guy had even stranger tastes—he went straight for caterpillars.
Well, now I had to add those four generations of the Tang Family to my list of admiration.
It was not enough for them to marry Soul Beasts—they had to start at the Hundred-Thousand-Year level. Anything below a hundred thousand years did not even meet the Tang Family's standards for choosing a spouse.
There really had to be something wrong with my transmigration. If I had directly been given a Tang Family identity, or simply transmigrated into Tang San's body and squeezed out the soul of that Tang San from the otherworldly Tang Sect, I probably would not have had to worry about wives.
With that kind of luck, even without doing anything, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts would throw themselves at you. If you made even the slightest move, wouldn't you become the pinnacle of this whole tier?
The women: "..."
How could they not understand what Wei Feng meant by "playing" and "sleeping"?
They had just