Qingyi had never suppressed his fertility. Although he didn't yet want a child, he had never actively prevented his wives from becoming pregnant.
The thing was, he had only been cultivating for about five years—a mere fraction of the long life that lay ahead of him.
With his current cultivation level and the power of his bloodline, his existence would span millions of years and upon reaching the Stellar Sovereign realm, those millions of years would become eternity.
His body was powerful, and so were those of his wives. Precisely because of their monstrous talent, the chances of a child being conceived naturally were minimal.
For experts of that caliber, only two options remained for conceiving a child.
Either they resorted to some resource to boost fertility, or they spent centuries—perhaps millennia—trying.
It was precisely because they knew this that even the wives most eager to bear his child didn't go much further than making little jokes about their "lying hubby."
