The next morning.
A ray of sunlight penetrated through the sparse green bamboo branches and fell into the room, shining on the ssy red wedding gown next to the bed.
On the floor beside were a pair of boots, embroidered shoes, a pink belly band adorned with lotus flowers, and pure white silk stockings.
On the bed, Qu Zhenzhen’s delicate body was wrapped in the blanket like a little kitten, clinging to Lu Changsheng’s arm and sleeping in his embrace.
Her long legs were also wrapped around Lu Changsheng’s body, with part of her round and jade-like calf sticking out of the blanket, revealing a delicate and beautiful little foot that could be held in one’s hand.
As soon as Lu Changsheng woke up, he felt like he was being hugged so tightly that he could hardly breathe.
He opened his eyes to see Qu Zhenzhen in his arms.
Her hair was disheveled, and there were still traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.
She seed to have cried for a long ti last night, clinging to him as if she was afraid he would leave.
Seeing the tears at the corners of her eyes and her red eyes, Lu Changsheng felt a sense of tenderness in his heart. He thought that Qu Zhenzhen really loved to cry and was easily moved to tears.
He wanted to sit up a little, but since Qu Zhenzhen was holding on too tightly, he gave up and lay down and let her hug him.
She was shy and lacked a sense of security, so she clung to him tightly. Since they had just finished their wedding night, he didn’t mind accompanying her further.
After a while, Qu Zhenzhen’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. She opened her watery eyes, looked at Lu Changsheng, and called out in a slightly hoarse voice, “Husband”
“Wake up.”
Lu Changsheng chuckled as he gently stroked her soft and delicate cheek.
Qu Zhenzhen didn’t say anything. She gently rubbed her cheek against Lu Changsheng’s palm and pressed her delicate body tightly against Lu Changsheng’s arms.
Lu Changsheng just held her quietly and stroked her gently, enjoying the silence between them.
After a while, Qu Zhenzhen’s little feet exposed outside the quilt moved uneasily. The crystal jade toes curled inward for a while, stretched and tightened again, and kept moving.
She blushed and shouted to Lu Changsheng: “Husband~”
Then the two of them cuddled for a while before getting out of bed.
After getting dressed and getting up, Qu Zhenzhen suddenly asked, “Husband, am I pregnant?”
After spending so much ti with her sisters and seeing so many children at ho, Qu Zhenzhen also knew that Lu Changsheng loved children and wanted to have children herself.
Qu Zhenzhen was both scared and eager.
She wanted to have a warm family again.
“Do you really want to have children for your husband?”
Hearing this, Lu Changsheng smiled and said quietly.
Qu Zhenzhen’s ears turned slightly red as she replied softly, “Yes.”
Seeing this, Lu Changsheng hugged Qu Zhenzhen, kissed her delicate earlobe, and said softly, “Then is having ten children okay?”
Qu Zhenzhen’s body stiffened when she heard this, her eyes widened and she felt a bit overwheld.
Ten children…
When would they even have ti to give birth to them?
“Hehe, just kidding. It’s ti to eat,” Lu Changsheng laughed.
Although his words were sowhat playful and teasing, Lu Changsheng couldn’t deny that he had such thoughts.
After all, Qu Zhenzhen had a Spirit Root.
Of course, he hoped that she would give birth to more children.
However, he would still respect Qu Zhenzhen’s wishes and not treat her as a re childbearing machine.
In the following days, Lu Changsheng spent ti with Qu Zhenzhen every day and taught her how to cultivate immortality.
The cultivation technique he used was the loot from Niutou Mountain, a primary cultivation technique called “Longevity Cultivation”.
Compared to the Return to Origin Technique, it also had so anti-aging effects.
Lu Changsheng also wanted to use this thod to evaluate Qu Zhenzhen’s talent.
Before, Uncle Fu could only tell that Qu Zhenzhen had Spirit Roots, but he couldn’t tell what kind.
After observing Qu Zhenzhen’s practice speed of absorbing qi, Lu Changsheng tentatively judged that Qu Zhenzhen must have an eighth-grade Spirit Root.
Just a little better than his Ninth Spirit Root. However, Lu Changsheng was already very satisfied.
As long as Qu Zhenzhen had Spirit Roots, the child they conceived together would have a high probability of inheriting Spirit Roots.
That was enough for him.
One month later, with Lu Changsheng’s diligent cultivation, Qu Zhenzhen successfully beca pregnant.
When Lu Changsheng heard the news, he was overjoyed.
After all, she was his first wife with Spirit Roots.
Since they both had Spirit Roots, the probability of their child inheriting Spirit Roots was as high as one or two out of ten!
One or two in ten might not sound high, but compared to the probability of one parent having Spirit Roots, it was ten tis higher!
Lu Changsheng couldn’t help but feel even more excited about the birth of this child.
At that mont, Lu Changsheng also rembered the foundation building material required for the Immortal Beauty Technique he had purchased at Niutou Mountain.
He decided to go into seclusion and complete the foundation of the Immortal Beauty Technique while automatically cultivating.
During this trip, Lu Changsheng also realized the advantages of being handso to a certain extent.
Aside from other things, Lu Changsheng felt that if he had a dark complexion and an ordinary appearance, things wouldn’t have gone so well with Qu Zhenzhen.
“After all, good looks make won willing to give themselves, while being ugly ans being a servant in the next life.”
Upon entering the cultivation room, Lu Changsheng took out several spiritual materials from his storage bag:
– A fist-sized piece of red gold.
– A piece of green wood about the size of a baby’s arm.
– A bottle of clear and translucent spiritual water.
– A piece of fiery red stone.
– One bag of earth-yellow soil.
These were the five elental spiritual materials he bought at Niutou Mountain to cultivate the Immortal Beauty Technique.
He placed the spiritual materials in front of him and sat cross-legged.
“Screech!”
Lu Changsheng lightly shouted as he activated the Immortal Beauty Technique. Spiritual energy surged within him, causing the five types of spiritual materials to float in the air and slowly rotate around him.
As a result, wisps of aura flew out from the spiritual materials and entered his body.
Thus, ten days later, Lu Changsheng had completely refined all the five-elent spiritual materials and opened his eyes, thus completing the foundation of the Immortal Beauty Technique.
In the following long period of ti, the Immortal Beauty Technique would work automatically, refining his appearance without the need for cultivation, making him more and more handso.
The mont the technique was successfully established, Lu Changsheng’s entire being underwent a mysterious transformation.
Not only did his facial features change, but his aura also underwent subtle changes.
However, it was difficult to describe the specific details.
It was just that he seed much more comfortable, as if he was basking in the spring breeze.
Lu Changsheng didn’t pay too much attention to these minor changes on his body. He left the cultivation room and went to the courtyard to accompany his wives, concubines, and children.
In the courtyard, his eldest son, Lu Ping’an, was sleeping with the little Nine Netherworld Hound, looking very harmonious.
When they first brought the Nine Netherworld Hound back, his wives and concubines were a little worried, afraid that it might harm the child.
But after a while, they found that the Nine Netherworld Hound was very gentle.
Besides eating, it mostly slept, so they gradually stopped worrying.
They fed it every day on behalf of Lu Changsheng.
anwhile, a group of children enjoyed the Nine Netherworld Hound’s company as a playmate, often disturbing him to the point that he could not sleep peacefully.
Six days later, Lu Changsheng’s fourteenth child was born.
It was a boy with no Spirit Root.
With so many children, Lu Changsheng felt that he was becoming increasingly indifferent to the newborns.
Without Spirit Root or system rewards, even witnessing the birth of a child didn’t bring him much joy.
“No wonder the ancient emperors treated their sons like playthings,” Lu Changsheng remarked as he looked at his fourteenth son, feeling a bit nostalgic.
He could clearly feel the change in his ntality over the years.
However, he only occasionally thought about these feelings and quickly pushed them out of his mind.
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