Bai Tang truly had not expected the lad to say such a thing.
Though Bai Tang had not appeared, Jiang Yang could still hear the teasing woven through her words, which left him thoroughly embarrassed.
"All right, Senior Bai, please stop teasing me."
Seeing the youth's bashful expression, Bai Tang chuckled a few times and let the matter rest, then asked more seriously:
"Why did this idea suddenly occur to you?"
There was only curiosity in her words, not the slightest hint of questioning Jiang Yang's judgment, as though this were perfectly ordinary.
The moral outlook of this world was actually quite different from that of Jiang Yang's previous life. The seven emotions and six desires were human nature, while continuing one's bloodline was part of the great Dao of yin and yang in harmony. Neither cultivators nor mortals shied away from discussing such things.
Even mortals had three wives and four concubines, let alone cultivators endowed with mighty divine powers. For those who could advance no further along their Dao path and had long lifespans with nothing to spend them on, taking wives and concubines for pleasure became utterly commonplace.
Indeed, because having children grew increasingly difficult as a cultivator's cultivation rose, cultivators tended to cast their nets wide. Given enough time, children would eventually be born, and as their branches spread and leaves flourished, one lineage after another came into being.
That was not even counting filthy practices involving furnace cauldrons and demonic embryos. The divine powers of the Purple Mansion were strange, too; once someone indulged their lust, turning an entire sect or lineage into their own den of debauchery was hardly beyond them. It was only because Rain Xiang Mountain conducted itself quite uprightly that such practices were less often seen there.
"I..."
Jiang Yang certainly