Chapter 927 - 651: A Father’s Eminence Through His Child

Another dimension.

Chen Sheng has been observing everything.

From the moment he was chosen at the stone quarry, he had some anticipation in his heart, but the rapid progression of events still caught him off guard.

In the time it takes to have a meal, happiness came knocking, and the passage of teaching between the mistress and the male slave began.

Though there should be a distinction between master and servant, it was straightforward without any cover-up.

He could only sigh:

"In this barbaric land, the customs are as such, primitive, straightforward, without pomp and circumstance."

Sighing, he nodded slightly:

"However, it is also a good thing, finally breaking free from the endless quarrying life."

"Perhaps it can bring some changes."

...

As days passed, Chen Sheng focused on his cultivation while diverting a portion of his heart spirit to constantly observe the activities in this dimension.

After leaving the quarry, the movement of "he/me" became more free, allowing Chen Sheng to observe more conveniently.

With deeper observation, he gathered more information about the village.

"This village has developed rapidly, with a foundation in stone-quarrying and iron-smelting, stepping out of the barbaric stage into prosperity within a few years."

"Even the hierarchical distinction, noble rules, and extravagant enjoyment... these aspects are beginning to take shape."

Chen Sheng couldn’t help but remember the Jurchen who rose from fishing and hunting, defeating the Liao dynasty, establishing Jin, and quickly entering feudal civilization, then began to rapidly decline.

"However, knowledge on cultivation remains the deepest secret, and ’he/me’ finds it difficult to access."

At the same time.

Chen Sheng finally understood why Aimu was initially so unconcerned.

"It’s not entirely caused by barbaric customs."

"In this village, Aimu’s origin is comparable to Brahmin; her father is the most esteemed elder of the tribe, responsible for the village’s rituals."

"Her cousin is the village chief, holding power over life and death, governing all the clan members."

"Such a prominent family background allows her to act as she pleases without anyone daring to interfere."

"More importantly, Aimu’s situation is quite unique; she married into another village but has never been able to bear offspring."

"Unfortunately, she repeatedly caused the deaths of her two husbands and was seen as an ill-starred ’husband killer.’"

"In such circumstances, she raises male servants and takes lovers in the village, seemingly acting in self-abandonment, indeed without a trace of concern."

...

The days continued to flow slowly.

The mistress and the male servant’s entanglement continued.

These peaceful days were thoroughly disrupted two months later.

On this morning, Aimu, as usual, had the maid bring her warm soup, but just as she inhaled the soup’s aroma, she suddenly clutched her chest, bent over and retched, her face pale and her body slightly trembling.

The maid was frightened and quickly stepped forward to support her, speaking in a flustered tone:

"Madam, what’s wrong with you?"

Aimu took a long time to recover gradually.

She raised her hand, gently caressing her abdomen, initially showing a hint of confusion.

Then, recalling something, her heart filled with joy.

She had lived for so long, married two husbands, never feeling anything like this.

She vaguely understood that she might be pregnant, she held the maid’s hand, her voice choked:

"Quick, go and invite Granny Muze."

Granny Muze was the oldest shaman in the village, knowledgeable about women’s pregnancy and skilled in prenatal care.

Women in the village who were pregnant would invite her to diagnose and confirm.

"He/me" looked at Aimu’s pale face, anxious eyes, and could only step forward to hold Aimu’s arm in comfort.

Aimu saw the genuine concern in his eyes, felt a warmth in her heart.

Soon, the maid led Granny Muze hastily arrived.

Granny Muze had graying hair, holding a polished wooden staff, with a calm demeanor.

She walked up to Aimu, indicating for her to sit down, lightly placed her fingers on Aimu’s wrist, closed her eyes, and focused for a moment.

After a moment, Granny Muze slowly opened her eyes and revealed a rare smile:

"Madam, congratulations, you are indeed pregnant, over two months now, and the fetal position is stable."

"Really?"

Aimu tightly clenched her hands suddenly, the joy in her eyes completely erupting, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Her greatest regret was not having a child; now, she had the chance to have her own child.

Granny Muze gently patted her hand, advising:

"Madam, there’s no need to be too excited; ensure proper rest, avoid getting angry, and consume some nourishing foods to protect the child’s safety."

Aimu nodded repeatedly, quickly had the maid fetch money to reward Granny Muze, then personally escorted her to the courtyard gate before returning indoors.

Back indoors, Aimu again caressed her abdomen, her smile gentle and radiant.

Yet this joy didn’t last long before a trace of worry replaced it.

She looked at the "he/me" standing aside, contemplating silently:

The child is noble; I can’t let his father be just an unnamed and unknown slave...

Soon.

Aimu made up her mind, took a deep breath, adjusted her clothes, and looked at "he/me":

"I want to see father; come with me."

Though he didn’t understand why Aimu wanted him to accompany her, he obediently nodded.

...

The clan elder was sitting beside a stone table, wiping a bronze magical artifact in his hand, seeing his daughter’s anxious expression, he frowned, speaking sternly:

"What’s the hurry, what’s happened?"

Aimu quickly stepped to her father, bending her knees slightly, with a hint of apprehension:

"Father, your daughter is pregnant!"

"Father, your daughter finally has a child!"

The elder’s hand movements abruptly halted, his eyes showing a moment of shock.

He looked incredulously at his daughter’s abdomen, then slowly at the flustered "he/me" behind Aimu.

"This slave’s?"

Seeing this, Aimu hurriedly stepped forward, pulling at her father’s sleeve, gently shaking it:

"Father, I know he was a slave before, but he’s good to me, and besides, he’s the child’s father."

"I beg you to give him a name, free him from slavery, so he can rightfully accompany me and the child, please?"

The elder looked at his daughter’s expectant eyes, then at "he/me," and eventually softened his heart.

In the tribe, a name symbolizes identity, slaves have no name.

When the elder personally bestows a name, it’s an honor, meaning the named person will be integrated into the noble system, gaining a certain identity and status.

The elder slowly stood up, walked up to "he/me," with dignified and serious eyes, examining the young man who was about to become his grandson’s father.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"You were born a slave, unnamed and unknown; now, as the father of Aimu’s child, I will give you a name—’Batu.’

He paused, his tone growing more solemn:

"Batu, in the tribal language, means ’warrior’."

"From now on, you will be called Batu, shedding slavery, joining the branch of the noble tribe, staying with Aimu, and taking good care of her and the child."

Aimu stood beside, holding "he/me," speaking happily:

"Batu, from now on, you’re no longer a slave."

...

Outside the dimension, Chen Sheng watched all this, a familiar image suddenly flashing in his mind:

"A father’s honor through his child!"

Once upon a time, he too experienced this, gaining the chance to cultivate thanks to his child, step by step reaching this point.

The familiar feeling faded quickly, Chen Sheng gently shook his head, driving away the distractions from his mind.