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... suddenly corrupted.

Indeed, a foundation-building pill is valuable, it will help you build a foundation.

His grandfather nodded slowly, making his decision final.

"Very well, Ye Chen. I trust your judgment and your potential... You have my blessing to become the patriarch of the family and to pursue your path to greatness."

"As for your request, I grant you permission to dual cultivate with the women of our family. It is a heavy responsibility, but I believe in y ...

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