Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Heading to the Auction

[Spirit Beast: Qing Luan Egg]

[Grade: Fourth Level]

[Description: A powerful Spirit Beast containing a trace of divine beast bloodline, possessing terrifying speed and formidable recovery ability, capable of controlling fire…]

[Trait: Companion Spirit Beast]

When the information about this Spirit Beast egg entered his sight, Zhou Luo’s eyes lit up.

A Fourth Level Spirit Beast.

This was an existence comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator.

He never imagined he could draw such an important treasure.

For a moment, he felt his heart surge with excitement and became incredibly uplifted.

Moreover, judging by this description, if this Qing Luan could mature, the abilities it possessed would become extraordinarily formidable.

It might even surpass the Snow Mountain Spirit Cat.

It seemed his luck was truly not bad.

Zhou Luo gazed at the description, his focus finally settling on the Spirit Beast trait.

Companion Spirit Beast.

There was another surprise!

Zhou Luo had thought this was merely an ordinary Fourth Level Spirit Beast, but seeing the subsequent trait, he was filled with astonishment.

Companion Spirit Beasts were a rather special category within Spirit Beasts and were often extremely rare. Some Companion Spirit Beasts were even entities that appeared only once in a thousand years, and only a very few fortunate individuals could possess one.

The reason for this rarity lay not only in their formidable combat abilities but also in their capacity to assist their masters in cultivation.

Often, Companion Spirit Beasts possessed powerful supportive functions.

They could bestow various inconceivable powers upon a cultivator during their practice, including, but not limited to, the innate powers they carried themselves. Their function was similar to bloodline lineages or special body constitutions.

For example, this Qing Luan—if one could cause it to become someone’s Companion Spirit Beast—would not only establish a mental connection between the possessor and the Qing Luan but also allow the possessor to be influenced by it, greatly accelerating their own cultivation. In terms of manipulating fire-attributed spiritual energy, they would attain far greater mastery.

It was precisely this immense power that made such Spirit Beasts exceedingly scarce.

At least, Zhou Luo had never heard any news about Companion Spirit Beasts circulating in the market. Had he not mastered all First Level Beast Taming Techniques, he probably wouldn’t know such details.

No wonder what he drew this time was a Spirit Beast egg and not a complete Spirit Beast.

It seemed the system intended for it to become a Companion Spirit Beast.

Zhou Luo pondered this silently.

However, the first requirement for a Companion Spirit Beast was that the possessor must be a newly born infant.

Only a newborn infant, untainted by the impurities of the world, could forge this connection with it and grow alongside it.

Otherwise, it would fail to hatch automatically and lose the special abilities granted by the Companion Spirit Bond.

Zhou Luo was certainly unfit for it. Only the fetus in Lin Xi’s womb was most suitable.

But he still needed to ensure the spiritual root quality of that fetus.

Otherwise, it would have been wasteful for someone with Ninth Grade spiritual roots to use a Companion Spirit Beast.

Zhou Luo did not intend to forcibly hatch this Spirit Beast himself.

First, he already possessed Little White, a Third Level Spirit Beast, so he did not need to worry about safety at least until forming the Golden Core.

Second, he himself did not meet the requirements for companionship, and the subsequent growth of children was more beneficial to him.

After all, the future upholding of the family required these offspring to bear the burden, meaning he could then devote himself solely to cultivation.

Therefore, in the end, Zhou Luo did not remove it from his backpack; he merely wished to wait for a descendant with good spiritual roots to be born and then hand it over to that individual.

Regaining his composure, Zhou Luo suddenly noticed that Lin Xi beside him appeared rather pale.

His heart clenched, and he swiftly sent out a strand of spiritual energy, channeling it into her body.

That spiritual energy circulated throughout her entire being, instantly locating the issue.

It turned out that during conception, the fetus had absorbed substantial amounts of her vital life force, causing damage to her body and a minor complication.

This problem impacted her foundation and was heavily linked to the children Lin Xi had borne in a short time frame.

Fundamentally, she was not a breeding machine, and childbirth itself inflicted significant harm on female cultivators.

Since she had not long ago delivered offspring and was now pregnant again, such damage became unavoidable.

Zhou Luo did not offer her any potion; instead, he began operating The Fusion of Dragon and Phoenix Technique.

This dual cultivation technique not only enhanced the practitioners’ power levels but also repaired some foundational harm.

As tradition dictated, the dragon ruled yang while the phoenix ruled yin; their fusion could harmonize oneself and stimulate wound recovery, ushering in rebirth.

In fact, relying previously on this dual cultivation technique alone compensated for the losses after childbirth, ensuring Lin Xi maintained her initial strength.

With the operation of The Fusion of Dragon and Phoenix Technique, wisps of profound energy infused her body, and the power from the technique started mending Lin Xi’s foundations.

This healing progressed very slowly but proved effective consistently.

After all, this technique, passed down as one of the three great dual cultivation methods from the ancient Hehuan true path, held an exceptionally mysterious and potent ability.

After the appropriate time, Lin Xi finally opened her eyes and said apologetically, "Husband, I caused you worry."

"It wasn’t your fault; it was my problem," Zhou Luo reassured.

Issues like this essentially traced back to his insistence on having children.

Although mastering the dual cultivation technique and some vitality-fortifying methods had steadily reduced his personal depletion in such affairs.

His companions still endured ten-month pregnancies followed by childbirth, and such sacrifice remained uncompensatable.

This was precisely why Zhou Luo now rarely permitted Lin Qinghan and the others to bear offspring.

Repeated childbirth had already inflicted varying degrees of harm to their foundations.

At least Lin Xi enjoyed repair through The Fusion of Dragon and Phoenix Technique, whereas they could only consume spiritual potions to recuperate.

Humans lacked the unfeeling nature of plants, so Zhou Luo did not treat his wives and concubines as breeding tools, naturally calling for consideration of their sentiments.

Thus, the solution entailed continuing to seek new women possessing high-grade spiritual roots.

The next day, Zhou Luo specially prepared several body-repairing potions for Lin Xi.

These potions were custom-crafted by him and proved effective for repairing the physical foundations.

Ten days later, the large-scale auction commenced.

Despite his interest in the auxiliary herbs, Zhou Luo did not attend personally.

He instead delegated the purchase to Wang Lang, while transforming himself into an ordinary person and accompanying him.

"Brother Zhou, you’re turning me into a shield," Wang Lang remarked.

On the road, he glanced at the plain, unremarkable middle-aged man beside him and chuckled bitterly.

"Didn’t I give you a twenty percent discount?" Zhou Luo responded gruffly.

To secure Wang Lang’s aid, he had promised that discount if Wang Lang later acquired the Clarity Bell.

A hint of resigned amusement flickered across Wang Lang’s lips as he mentally communicated, "Brother Zhou, though it’s discounted, don’t abandon me if I end up targeted."

"Relax, stay within Immortal City, and why would you face any assassination?" Zhou Luo reassured.

Immortal City strictly forbade combat; offenders risked expulsion and loss of all cultivation.

Yet Wang Lang declared earnestly, "That’s not certain; many perish in Immortal City yearly."