Chapter 293: Cheng Yun

Cheng Feng took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the unrealistic thoughts in his heart, and focused all his attention on the Zhuangfu Grass before him.

He carefully read the information displayed on the card: "The splitting of Zhuangfu Grass is not unlimited; it can split into a maximum of six stalks.

If there is a sufficient supply of blood, it can split rapidly after seven days. Once it splits, it must be continuously irrigated with fresh blood, otherwise, it will automatically die within a day.

However, once the splitting is successful, their growth rate will become half that of the parent plant, while the required blood resources will be twice that of the parent plant..."

Cheng Feng learned that Zhuangfu Grass uses human blood as nourishment, a characteristic that makes its cultivation process particularly unique.

To ensure the success of the cultivation, Cheng Feng decided to first purchase ten physically robust men as test subjects, attempting to use their fresh blood to feed the Zhuangfu Grass.

Cheng Feng was also well aware of the moral controversy and ethical issues this approach might trigger.

He weighed the pros and cons repeatedly, and in the end, tempted by the prospect of it helping him break through as a Lianzhan Martial Artist, he decided to give it a try.

After all, using fresh blood to feed medicinal herbs is not something that could ever be associated with a good reputation.

But if everything could be done quietly, there would be no risk of the news leaking out.

After making all the preparations, Cheng Feng began his experiment on the territory of the Black Snake Gang.

He carefully fed the Zhuangfu Grass with human blood and closely observed its growth.

As time passed, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the Zhuangfu Grass was indeed growing vigorously under the nourishment of the fresh blood, as he had expected, and its root-splitting ability was astonishing.

Unfortunately, in less than two days, those ten people could no longer hold on; Cheng Feng saw the progress and found his own way.

He directly had the disciples of Hong Village and the Hong Sect each provide a small bowl of fresh blood, done in batches, so that no one would lose their life because of it.

As for the ten people cooperating with Cheng Feng's experiment, he naturally would not let them go out and talk nonsense, so he killed them with a single strike, letting them die without pain.

Putting on a show by making a cross, Cheng Feng comforted his own young heart.

He let the fresh blood of the ten people be absorbed by the Zhuangfu Grass to become its nourishment.

Seven days later, Cheng Feng finally succeeded in cultivating six stalks of Zhuangfu Grass.

To facilitate observation, Cheng Feng irrigated one of the Zhuangfu Grass stalks with livestock blood to see the effect, and then that Zhuangfu Grass instantly looked like an eggplant hit by frost, wilting and listless.

Frightened, Cheng Feng immediately bought ten more people, killed them to draw their blood, and saved that stalk of Zhuangfu Grass.

Looking at the ten corpses again, Cheng Feng also felt some reluctance; these were all innocent people with no resistance, bought by Cheng Feng for experiments simply because their luck was bad.

This caused Cheng Feng's original heart to waver, his worldview of over twenty years being impacted.

Fortunately, Cheng Feng calmed down; things change and people change, so the good things from his previous life naturally need to be utilized, but pointless kindness should not be spread recklessly.

If he is not strong, then others will be strong; the law of the jungle is just like that.

Cheng Feng, with a clear mind, seemed to have been enlightened; he understood.

He directly ordered the Hong Sect disciples to take turns giving blood every day.

At this very moment, Cheng Feng was unwilling to give up without cultivating the Zhuangfu Grass.

This is a Ninth-Grade Earth Treasure after all! I wonder if it is high-grade or not.

Watching the Zhuangfu Grass grow day by day, Cheng Feng revealed the smile of an old farmer about to harvest.

The Cheng Mansion was once again immersed in a tense and busy atmosphere; the due date for the First Senior Sister, Zhao Wei, was quietly approaching, and the situation had suddenly become urgent.

As her amniotic fluid broke, the entire Cheng Mansion seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, and everyone acted quickly, but even so, facing this sudden situation, a bit of chaos was inevitable.

Although the precedent of Meiniang giving birth smoothly added some confidence to everyone, the situation of every pregnant woman is unique and cannot be simply replicated.

Cai'er, as Cheng Feng's Equal Wife, quickly calmed down and directed the servants to proceed with the preparations in an orderly manner according to the pre-established plan.

Inside the delivery room, experienced midwives and physicians with excellent Medical Skill were already in place, nervously and orderly delivering the baby for Zhao Wei. The air was filled with a tense yet expectant atmosphere, and everyone was silently praying for the arrival of this little life.

The other members of the Cheng Mansion were not idle either; they each performed their duties, some busy preparing hot water, towels, and other necessities, while others were responsible for soothing Zhao Wei's emotions, encouraging her to remain calm and confident.

The entire Cheng Mansion seemed like a precision machine, operating at high speed amidst tension and expectation.

Time passed second by second, and the atmosphere in the delivery room became increasingly heavy. Finally, amidst a crisp cry, a new life came into this world.

At this moment, all the tension and busyness turned into joy and cheers. The Cheng Mansion had once again welcomed a new member, injecting new vitality and hope into this family.

Although Zhao Wei was exhausted, she showed a happy smile on her face when she saw the child born safely.

Cheng Feng, who was still taking care of the Zhuangfu Grass, hurried over upon hearing the news, and after simply washing his hands, he stepped forward to look at the child of his First Senior Sister, Zhao Wei.

The First Senior Sister is the Principal Wife, and according to the distinction between legitimate and concubine status, this child could directly manage the Cheng family in the future.

But Cheng Feng would not be so pedantic; in a world where personal power must also be prominent, meritocracy is the best choice.

Of course, the focus of cultivation must definitely be slightly tilted.

Upon hearing the midwife say that she had given birth to a son, the relaxed smile of relief finally appeared on Zhao Wei's anxious face.

Although she had always known that Cheng Feng would not favor boys over girls, it was best to be able to give birth to a son.

This way, as the Principal Wife of the Cheng Mansion, she could hold her head high in front of the other women.

With the mother honored by the son, she would no longer have to worry about anything in the Cheng Mansion.

Cheng Feng could naturally feel the First Senior Sister's mood.

Holding the child, he comforted her: "Senior Sister, after you have recovered, I will give you a good thing."

Zhao Wei looked at the child and narrowed her eyes, her inner joy impossible to hide: "Yes, Master."

"Let's call our child Cheng Yun, courtesy name Zilong. I have heard of someone named Zhao Zilong, loyal and righteous, skilled in both literature and martial arts; I hope he will become such a person in the future."

Zhao Wei, who had just finished giving birth, had a somewhat pale complexion, and coupled with her constitution at the Bone Refining Initial Stage, the two combined actually had a sense of fragile beauty.

Cheng Feng looked at the First Senior Sister, who was once out of his reach, and now that she was his woman, he sighed even more at his good luck.

If it weren't for the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment drawn from the Lucky Bag, he would probably only be able to watch a beauty like Zhao Wei fade away.

Looking at the one Lucky Bag point remaining on his Panmian, Cheng Feng could no longer suppress his curiosity.

He found an excuse and headed straight for the study.

Close the door, close the windows, calm the mind, burn incense.

The birth of Cheng Yun could not be without good luck; that is his legitimate son!

Panmian, Lucky Bag, open for me!!!!