Qing Chen's Divine Sense surged like a tide, sweeping majestically over the towering mountain and taking in every inch of land and every stretch of eaves in the Qing Household's great estate.
A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes, and he praised inwardly, Wonderful! What Qing An has accomplished far exceeds my expectations!
Third Younger Brother has indeed done splendidly over these years, Qing Chen reflected inwardly.
Since his return from Immortal-Severing Island, fifty or sixty years had hurried past.
The Qing Household was no longer the ignorant novice of old. Its population had flourished like spring bamboo, climbing joint by joint, far beyond expectations.
On this scale, the female cultivators from several surrounding islands, perhaps even a dozen or more, had likely all been brought over and sampled.
Wherever his Divine Sense reached, green bricks and gray tiles stood in tightly packed rows, winding from the foot of Transmission Peak deep into the mountain hollow. A thousand courtyards made a magnificent sight.
Young and old alike, the Qing Household's descendants numbered more than two thousand in total;
-compared with the "scale of a century-old Foundation Establishment Lineage" Qing An had once spoken of, this number had not merely doubled-it had multiplied several times over!
Clearly, "Qing An" had carried out his directive to "spread branches and scatter leaves" to the fullest.
Not only had he worked tirelessly himself, but he had also mobilized every man and woman, young and old, in the Lineage, with or without a Spiritual Root, to take wives and concubines in great numbers, recruit male consorts far and wide, and reproduce with blazing fervor.
Within his Divine Sense, he could see many mortal youths wearing waist tokens bearing the character "Qing," surrounded by a dozen or even dozens of women, among whom were no