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The next morning dawned.

A beam of sunlight, threading through the sparse bamboo leaves, spilled into the room and bathed the disheveled red bridal gown beside the bed.

On the ground beside it, there was a pair of boots, embroidered shoes, a pink bellyband embroidered with lotus flowers, and pure white silk stockings.

In the bed, Qu Zhenzhen’s delicate body was wrapped in the bedding, snuggling up to Lu Changsheng like a little kitten, embracing his arm and sleeping in his hold.

Her long legs were also entwined with Lu Changsheng’s, with a section of her smooth, jade-like calf peeking out of the blankets, revealing a delicate, elegantly shaped, and graspable little foot.

Lu Changsheng had just awoken and felt himself being tightly embraced, almost to the point of breathlessness.

Opening his eyes, he saw Qu Zhenzhen in his arms.

Her hair was messy, the tear stains by her eyes still present. She had cried for a long time the previous night, entwining her whole body around his, as if afraid he would leave.

Seeing the tear stains at the corner of her eyes and her reddened eyes, Lu Changsheng felt a surge of tenderness in his heart, thinking to himself that Qu Zhenzhen really was prone to crying, and easily so.

He wanted to rise, but Qu Zhenzhen was holding on too tightly, so he decided to just lay there and let her cling to him.

She was soft-hearted and lacked a sense of security, very clingy to him, and since they had just consummated their marriage and he had nothing urgent to do, he simply chose to keep her company for a longer time.

After an unknown duration, Qu Zhenzhen’s eyelashes quivered slightly, and she opened her sparkling eyes, croakily calling out, “Husband.”

“You’re awake.”

Lu Changsheng said with a smile, tenderly stroking her delicate and soft cheek.

Qu Zhenzhen didn’t speak, but gently rubbed her cheek against Lu Changsheng’s palm, snugly pressing her body against his chest.

Lu Changsheng just quietly held her, gently caressing her, and enjoying the quietness between them.

Suddenly, Qu Zhenzhen’s little foot—which was exposed outside the blanket—restlessly twitched, her crystal-clear toes curling inward then stretching taut, ceaselessly moving.

Blushing, she called out to Lu Changsheng again, “Husband~”

Then the two cuddled for a while longer before getting out of bed.

After getting dressed, Qu Zhenzhen suddenly asked, “Husband, could I be with child?”

Having spent so much time with all the sisters and seeing so many children at home, Qu Zhenzhen knew Lu Changsheng was fond of children and that she too wanted to have them.

With a blend of fear and longing in her heart, Qu Zhenzhen looked forward to having a warm family once again.

“Would Zhenzhen be willing to bear children for me?”

Lu Changsheng asked, smiling and speaking softly.

Qu Zhenzhen’s ears turned red, and she quietly hummed in agreement, then whispered, “I’m willing.”

Seeing this, Lu Changsheng embraced her and kissed her slightly reddened delicate ear, playfully saying, “Then, ten children shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Upon hearing this, Qu Zhenzhen stiffened, her eyes widening with bewilderment.

Ten children…

How long would that take?

“Hehe, just teasing you. It’s time for breakfast,”

Lu Changsheng chuckled.

Although his words were playful, Lu Changsheng couldn’t deny that he did entertain such thoughts to some extent.

After all, Qu Zhenzhen possessed a Spiritual Root.

Naturally, he hoped she would bear many children.

But he would still respect Qu Zhenzhen’s wishes and not treat her merely as a breeding machine.

In the following days, Lu Changsheng spent each day with Qu Zhenzhen.

At the same time, he began to teach her Cultivation.

The Cultivation Technique they used was a war trophy previously obtained from Bullhead Mountain.

A book titled the ‘Changchun Technique,’ a Primary Level cultivation method.

Compared to the Returning Origin Technique, it had the added effect of preserving youth and health.

Lu Changsheng also wanted to use this method to observe Qu Zhenzhen’s Spiritual Root Talent.

Previously, Uncle Fu had only been able to discern that Qu Zhenzhen had a Spiritual Root but could not determine its grade.

After observing Qu Zhenzhen’s Cultivation speed of drawing in Spiritual Power into her body, Lu Changsheng preliminarily concluded she likely had an Eighth Grade Spiritual Root.

Only slightly better than his own Ninth Grade Spiritual Root.

But Lu Changsheng was already very satisfied.

As long as Qu Zhenzhen had a Spiritual Root, their children would very likely possess Spiritual Roots as well.

This was enough.

One month later.

After Lu Changsheng’s day and night efforts, Qu Zhenzhen successfully became pregnant.

Knowing that Qu Zhenzhen was pregnant, Lu Changsheng was very delighted.

After all, she was his first wife with a Spiritual Root.

Both of them had Spiritual Roots, so the probability of their child possessing a Spiritual Root was as high as ten to twenty percent!

Ten to twenty percent may not sound high,

but compared to only one parent having a Spiritual Root, the probability had increased tenfold!

Regarding the birth of this child, Lu Changsheng couldn’t help but feel more anticipation in his heart.

At this time, Lu Changsheng also remembered the Immortal Stature Spell Foundation Establishment Spiritual Materials he had purchased at Bullhead Mountain.

He planned to go into seclusion and complete the Immortal Stature Spell’s Foundation Establishment to cultivate automatically.

This trip outside had also made Lu Changsheng realize the advantages of being handsome.

Not to mention anything else, just with the matter of Qu Zhenzhen, Lu Changsheng felt that if he had a dark complexion and looked ordinary, things would not have gone so smoothly.

After all, only a handsome man could have a woman willingly give herself to him. If ugly, one could only be a beast of burden in the next life.

Upon arriving at the practice room, Lu Changsheng took out a fist-sized piece of red gold from his storage bag.

A section of green wood as thick and long as a baby’s arm.

A bottle of clear and bright Spiritual Water.

A red-hot stone.

And a bag of yellowish-brown soil.

These were precisely the Five Elements Spiritual Materials he had purchased at Bullhead Mountain for cultivating the Immortal Stature Spell.

He placed the Five Elements Spiritual Materials before him and sat down cross-legged.

“Chi!”

Lu Changsheng exclaimed sharply, with his hands forming seals, the Immortal Stature Spell started circulating, the Spiritual Power in his body surged, causing the five Spiritual Materials to slowly revolve around him, filled with Spiritual Light.

“Hum hum hum—”

Strands of aura flew out from the Spiritual Materials and entered Lu Changsheng’s body.

So, after ten days, Lu Changsheng had refined the Five Elements Spiritual Materials completely, opened his eyes, and completed the Foundation Establishment of the Immortal Stature Spell.

For a long time to come, the Immortal Stature Spell would automatically cultivate and operate without the need for practice, refining his appearance and making him increasingly handsome.

At the moment of completing the Foundation Establishment of the technique, Lu Changsheng underwent a few mysterious changes.

It was hard to pinpoint the specific details.

But his facial features and physique, his temperament and demeanor, looked much more pleasant and natural to the eye.

Lu Changsheng didn’t pay too much attention to these minor changes on himself, tidied his clothes briefly, walked out of the practice room, and went to the front courtyard to accompany his wives and children.

At this time in the courtyard, his eldest son Lu Ping’an was sleeping while hugging the little Nine Netherhound, looking very harmonious.

When the Nine Netherhound was first brought back, his wives and concubines were somewhat worried, afraid it would harm the child.

But after some time, they discovered that the Nine Netherhound was very docile.

Aside from eating, it would sleep almost all day, and they gradually stopped fearing it, tending to it every day on behalf of Lu Changsheng.

The children in the house liked the Nine Netherhound, their playmate, very much, often bothering it so much that it had difficulty resting peacefully.

Six days later.

Lu Changsheng’s fourteenth child was born.

It was a boy without a Spiritual Root.

Having so many children by now, Lu Changsheng could feel that he was becoming increasingly indifferent towards his new offspring.

If the child had no Spiritual Root and no system reward, watching the child being born didn’t bring him much joy anymore.

“No wonder ancient emperors treated killing their sons as if it were nothing.”

Lu Changsheng looked at his fourteenth son with some emotion in his heart.

He could clearly feel the changes in his mentality over the years.

However, he considered these emotions only occasionally, and they were quickly driven from his mind.