For Humanity's Continuation, Have Children!

Jiang Chuan could share Xu Yinyin's SS-class talent, Mind Perception, through Emperor's Oath.

Mental strength was undoubtedly the most outstanding among his many strengths.

This result had already driven the experts into a frenzy.

"His mental strength exceeds the ninth rank!"

A white-haired expert clutched his head with both hands, as if unable to believe his eyes. "A child who awakened less than a month ago has mental strength beyond the ninth rank! A monster! No, he's a pure freak!"

Another expert stared fixedly at the instrument, whose screen had gone black. "It isn't beyond the ninth rank. The instrument's limit is only the ninth rank! We can't even measure how high his mental strength really is!"

"Terrifying... too terrifying..."

Han Sinan suddenly turned around and grabbed Qin Tianheng's arm, his voice trembling. "Tianheng, do you know what this means? Mental strength is the only key to breaking through the ninth rank!"

"Our human race hasn't produced a ninth-rank powerhouse in centuries. It isn't because we haven't worked hard enough, nor because we lack resources."

"It's because the upper limit of our mental strength has been locked!"

"But this child..."

"He was born having already crossed that threshold!"

Qin Tianheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "You mean he has a chance of breaking through the ninth rank?"

"Not a chance."

Han Sinan enunciated every word. "It's an absolute certainty! As long as he is given enough resources, even if he does nothing but sleep every day, he will naturally break through the ninth rank!"

Every expert stared through the glass window at the young man in the room.

They were no longer looking at a student.

They were looking at a monument.

At the future of an entire race.

"Open the door."

Han Sinan gave the order.

The metal doors slid open, and a crowd of white-haired scholars swarmed out, charging toward Jiang Chuan at a speed utterly at odds with their age.

Before Jiang Chuan could react, he was surrounded by a watertight ring of old men and women.

"Student Jiang Chuan! I'm the vice dean of Starsea Institute. Could you let me draw a tube of blood? Just one tube!"

"Hair! Just give me a few strands! I only need to run a genetic sequence analysis!"

"Skin tissue! Fingernails will do too! Please!"

Jiang Chuan took a step back. Looking at these elderly scholars with shining eyes, he inexplicably felt like a piece of meat thrown into a pack of wolves.

Shen Zhiyi stepped in front of him and said softly, "Everyone, please calm down!"

Her presence was powerful. The pressure of an eighth-rank powerhouse spread out, and the old scholars immediately became much more restrained.

Yet they still refused to leave.

One after another, they peered eagerly over Shen Zhiyi's shoulder at Jiang Chuan.

Han Sinan stepped forward. He was far more restrained than the others, but the fervor in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest. "Student Jiang Chuan, I am Han Sinan, dean of Starsea Institute. I have researched the talents and bloodlines of professional warriors for sixty years, and I have never seen an individual like you. Your existence may rewrite our entire human race's understanding of talent inheritance!"

He spoke with great sincerity, even carrying a trace of pleading. "I only need a little blood and a small tissue sample. It won't harm you in any way, and all the research results will ultimately benefit you. Based on your genetic traits, we will tailor the most suitable training plan specifically for you!"

Before Jiang Chuan could speak, an aged voice came from behind the crowd.

"You are all being too conservative."

The crowd automatically made way, and an old woman leaning on a cane slowly approached.

She looked at least eighty. Her silver hair was combed impeccably, and the robes she wore bore the emblem of the Federation Supreme Academic Committee, the highest honor in the Federation's academic world.

When Shen Zhiyi saw her, she bowed slightly. "Teacher."

The old woman nodded, walked over to Jiang Chuan, and examined him from head to toe for quite some time. Then she said something that stunned everyone.

"What's the use of studying his blood and hair? How many SSS-class individuals can that produce?"

She paused, then heavily struck the ground with her cane. "If we're going to research something, research a way to produce SSS-class offspring!"

The entire hall fell silent.

Han Sinan was the first to react. He asked thoughtfully, "You mean..."

"We know nothing about the inheritance patterns of SSS-class talents."

The old woman's gaze remained fixed on Jiang Chuan, as though she were looking at an unparalleled treasure. "Due to the principle of bloodline degradation, the descendants of ordinary professional warriors are usually one or two major ranks weaker in talent than their parents."

"But there is an extremely small chance, less than one in a thousand, that a mutation will occur, producing offspring with talents equal to—or even far surpassing—their parents'!"

"Think about it. If he were paired with the Federation's finest female professional warriors—"

"Wouldn't the probability of producing SSS-class offspring be far higher than one in a thousand?"

The moment those words were spoken, everyone drew in a sharp breath.

"That's too crazy..."

Someone muttered softly.

"Crazy?" The old woman sneered. "Three hundred years ago, the Blood Cat Clan used this very method to expand the number of king-class bloodlines in their clan from single digits to triple digits in merely a hundred years!"

"How did the royal family of the Corpse Hound Clan rise to power? Wasn't it through one top-tier stud breeding with every elite female hound in the clan?"

"Why can't our human race do the same?"

She turned to Qin Tianheng. "Tianheng, your duty as a Heavenly General is to cultivate the next generation of promising humans. Tell me, does what I say make sense?"

Qin Tianheng's expression was complicated.

He did not refute her, because from the purely biological perspective of bloodline inheritance, the old woman's theory was indeed sound.

But this involved the most fundamental questions of ethics.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Elder Jiang, this matter..."

"I never said we would force him."

The old woman waved a hand, then looked back at Jiang Chuan. Her tone suddenly became kindly, exactly like an elder at home urging someone to marry. "Child, don't worry. This old woman isn't someone unreasonable."

"I'm merely stating a fact. Your bloodline is far too important to the human race."

"You don't necessarily have to get married, and you don't necessarily need any emotional foundation."

"You only need to..."

"Well, donate some seed. Then the Federation's finest female professional warriors can become pregnant, and we'll handle everything else."

As she spoke, she suddenly turned toward Shen Zhiyi, a sharp gleam flashing through her eyes.

"Zhiyi, you're thirty-two this year, aren't you?"

Shen Zhiyi's expression changed slightly. "Teacher, you..."

"Thirty-two years old, an SS-class talent, an eighth-rank powerhouse, and still a virgin."

The old woman counted on her fingers. "Your genetic quality ranks among the top five in the entire Federation. Besides, you've already had contact with Jiang Chuan, so you aren't exactly strangers to each other..."

"Teacher!"

Shen Zhiyi cut her off, her voice carrying a rare hint of urgency. "This matter does not need to be discussed."