Heaven, Earth, Me

Chapter 911: Schemes.

The last year has been relatively active but also relaxing. The girls went out several times to war for strategic spots around the area and secure the surroundings. Yasenia had been out with them as a commander, telling them which points and locations were important to defend.

Because there were so many conflict places, the number of deaths was escalating to really absurd degrees. This prompted sects to start lowering the standard for acceptance to "refill" their sect members as quickly as possible.

For new cultivators, choosing a sect or a power to join nowadays had never been so complicated. Depending on where you lived, there would be a main power that kept an eye on who was joining where, and using low-level thugs, threatening people into joining their camp was a more common occurrence.

Stronger cultivators preying on weaker cultivators has always been something happening everywhere. If someone's family had a Third Realm cultivator, families who didn't would dare not offend them unless they knew similarly strong people who could protect them.

Then, because cultivators usually focused on cultivating and becoming stronger, the number of parents disregarding their children and using maids or other types of servants to bring them up was common practice.

This meant that the morals of many cultivators were slightly twisted because, since they were very little, they knew that people around them must obey them. This habit was difficult to convert into an honest trait as the person grew, eventually creating the typical and all too common young master.

Moreover, since the parents were not long with their children, pampering them out of guilt was expected, making it even worse.

During war situations, the parents who were affiliated with certain powers would tell their children to join that power and often villainize others, making those children hate anyone who didn't follow their own beliefs.

This didn't look like much of a problem, but when it happened worldwide, the addition of all minor conflicts could become a significant issue. When our girls were not fighting on the front lines, they were doing one of the following things.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

Cultivating, practicing their professions, or stopping minor conflicts all across the place.

Today, Yasenia received a complaint from a Supreme Elder, meaning a person inside the high-level Epoch Core bracket, one of the strongest in the sect outside of Yasenia's personal forces.

"Sect Master, if you don't lower your entrance standards soon, other powers will get the disciples, and we might lose because we exhaust our resources instead because of a lack of strength!"

Yasenia looked at the elderly woman from a canine race and asked. "Elder Dai, in a war, are top-level fighters more important or low-level fighters?"

The elderly woman sighed. "I know top-level fighters are more critical, but a sect can't survive with just top-level experts! We need low levels so that those with talent can express it and feel special."

Yasenia asked. "Why should they feel special?" She raised her eyebrow and continued. "Do you think that competing against similarly talented people will stunt their progress? Won't they work harder to overcome those people, feeding into their own talent and becoming stronger?"

Elder Dai argued. "But many of those good seeds will be stomped by the hardworking talents. You will lose geniuses that other sects would fight to get!"

Yasenia retorted. "If a genius doesn't work hard and makes use of their gift, then that's their problem. I won't give talented people a few punching bags to release their pent-up feelings on and feel better about themselves."

Elder Dai frowned, and Yasenia sighed. "Are you worried about your great-grandchild, Elder Dai?"

The woman didn't react much, but Yasenia's sharp senses could discern a trace of surprise and unease. Yasenia commented. "Look, Elder Dai. You've been loyal and fought on many battlefields with us, the Silent Fang battlefield included. Your great-grandchild indeed has potential, and he even overcame our sect's entry test with a score of 68. He is a good seedling. However..."

Elder Dai frowned deeper and asked. "What?"

Yasenia continued. "You are pampering him too much, and this has created resentment among his classmates."

Elder Dai asked, angered. "Are you saying it is my fault?! Sect Master, I respect you, but watch your mouth!"

The dragoness was not intimidated and spoke back. "Elder Dai, I am trying to make sure your great-grandchild reaches his full potential. He is a really good seed that can bloom. But if you don't allow him to fail, he will never know how to achieve things truly by himself."

Cecile tilted her head. "It was someone from the assassin division. The name... Zuliua Dreqwu."

Yasenia touched her ear, which was adorned by an earring-shaped communication device, and got in touch with Doriel. "Doriel, check Zuliua Dreqwu in our database."

Doriel got to work instantly and commented. "She has been with us for two and a half years. Her position is relatively high for her middle-level Ethereal Soul level. Talented person in espionage and information collection."

Yasenia asked. "It was her who discovered the attack that's coming our way?"

Doriel blinked. "Hm? What attack?"

Yasenia's lips arched. "Aha~. She gave Cecile a message of Astral Dragon City being about to be sieged by 60 million people."

Doriel blinked twice and went through the messages for several minutes. "There is no information about that in my reports."

The dragoness hummed. "Call that woman and ask questions."

Doriel got to work, and after 20 minutes, she contacted Yasenia again. Her voice was cold. "She is not in the sect. Do I hunt her down?"

Yasenia shook her head. "No need. I want you to check another thing. Follow all her connections and past deals with all people. If she had been sent on a spying mission, where did she go? I want to know who is behind her. The person itself is just a pawn, and whether she is alive is a mystery, therefore, I want the harpy assassin group to go search for her while you focus on the important tail."

Doriel nodded. "Understood."

Yasenia slid her fingers through Cecile's silky platinum blonde locks and smiled. "They contacted you."

Cecile hummed with an almost purr-like sound. Yasenia's caresses were too comfortable. The dragoness laughed. "I wonder what would happen when I go to the Astral Dragon City? Wanna bet?"

Cecile muttered languidly. "I don't. Just tell me."

Yasenia laughed. "Probably spatial interference from the demons, leaving me stranded in the Astral Dragon City."

Cecile hummed. "Why?"

Yasenia smiled. "Their main objective must be another place, so having me stranded and perhaps surrounded by a real army would force all of you to act. After all, if I was suddenly cut off from the world, wouldn't you girls worry? With the pregnancy, the risk of you losing your rationality would not be small."

Cecile took a deep breath, filling her lungs with Yasenia's scent, and slowly breathed out. "I see. How to counterattack?"

Yasenia giggled. "Going to Astral Dragon City."

Cecile blinked a few times, not understanding. Yasenia kissed her nose and said. "Since the most probable thing is spatial interference, then we just need to nullify that. Instead of going alone, I'll have Tatyana come with me, and Angel stays here with Selena."

Cecile nodded. "Do I go with you?"

Yasenia stood up and smiled, using her tail and arms to carry Cecile comfortably. "Of course~. I need to go and fall into the trap you "set up" for me~."