Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Three Fleeting Years [Lucky]

Three years later.

Zhou Luo’s reputation grew increasingly larger in the Immortal City.

On one hand, it was his extremely high pill refining success rate.

In these three years, he refined Foundation Establishment Dan six times; of these six times, he only failed once, refining one low-quality Foundation Establishment Dan, and the other five times all produced middle-quality Foundation Establishment Dan.

Although there was no high-quality Foundation Establishment Dan, this kind of completion rate alone was enough to surpass Pill Master Sun and another second level middle Pill Master.

Thus, Zhou Luo became a sought-after second level Pill Master in the Immortal City.

The auction price for Yao Yuan Pavilion’s Foundation Establishment Dan refinement opportunities every half year also kept rising.

On the other hand, it was naturally his cooperation with Tian Xia Restaurant.

Now, in the inner city center, with the help of Tian Xia Restaurant, a complete commercial hub including everything and with interconnected elements had developed thoroughly.

It could be said that currently, this area was the place with the highest consumption level in the entire Immortal City, attracting countless cultivators day in and day out.

The only regret was that Yao Yuan Pavilion had not moved to this area.

During the three years, besides Zhou Luo’s rising reputation, he fathered three more children, all with mid-grade spiritual roots, gaining a total of fifty talent points.

This also left him needing only eight talent points to approach his spiritual root breakthrough.

It was equivalent to saying that all he needed was to father one more child to achieve the spiritual root breakthrough.

Including the previously pregnant Concubine among these three children meant he only had two lot-drawing opportunities.

These two lot draws did not yield anything particularly great; they were all relatively ordinary items, including a Second Level Spiritual Potion and a Second Level material.

This material could be used to refine second-level potions.

Apart from these, during the three years of dual cultivation, Zhou Luo’s cultivation did not improve much.

Primarily, because at the Foundation Establishment stage, advancing further required more time than in the Qi Refinement stage.

Because one not only needed to absorb spiritual energy into the body for circulation, but also refine this spiritual energy into cultivation power.

Adding to that, after Foundation Establishment, the dantian expanded several times, reaching a capacity similar to a vast ocean.

After these three years, his dantian, broad as the ocean, was only one-twentieth full.

And this was still with the aid of the Immortal City’s core zone and the dual cultivation technique.

It could be said that without other opportunities, it would take at least sixty years to reach the mid-level Foundation Establishment.

For an eighth-grade spiritual root cultivator, this time was already very fast.

But soon, his spiritual roots would evolve to seventh grade, and with the help of The Fusion of Dragon and Phoenix Technique, his training speed would accelerate.

Zhou Luo was not anxious about this point, as he had a long lifespan and no need to worry.

During the three years, besides the changes in him, the entire Lin Family transformed completely.

Since winning that major battle, the Lin Family essentially took over all the industries of the Lu Family.

Currently, the primary leaders in Qingtian City were Lin Xuanfeng and Lin Xin.

With Lin Xin leading and Lin Xuanfeng assisting.

Although Lin Xuanfeng had never harbored goodwill towards Zhou Luo, his ability was undeniable.

Moreover, he was an intelligent man.

He understood which way the wind was blowing; he knew that without relying on Zhou Luo, the Lin Family would face annihilation within moments.

The hope for resurgence they’d painstakingly nurtured would likely vanish into smoke.

As long as he placed family honor above all else, he would never choose to defy Zhou Luo.

If he didn’t prioritize family honor, then there was even less reason to oppose Zhou Luo.

After all, he currently lacked for almost nothing and still held a position as an elder within the family.

Apart from Qingtian City, though Feng City was under the control of the Xue Family, it contributed a considerable amount of cultivation resources annually.

As a city near the border, Feng City’s flow of people rivaled that of Jiang City, bringing substantial profits from its numerous shops each year.

It was precisely these two cities that propelled the Lin Family’s rapid development.

The only drawback might be that the Lin Family had begun facing a manpower shortage.

This was inevitable.

That great conflict decades ago had severely sapped the Lin Family’s potential.

They were forced to enlist numerous husbands marrying into the clan to expand their ranks.

It was precisely at this critical juncture that Zhou Luo’s children gradually began participating in the family’s affairs, integrating into various key positions and gaining importance due to their status.

It was believed they would soon wield greater influence within the Lin Family.

At Zhou Fu, Zhou Luo sat upright in the main hall.

Before him stood a tall, well-defined youth with an earnest expression.

The youth wore a moon-white robe, his eyes deep and piercing. This was Zhou Chang Lun.

Three years had passed, and Zhou Chang Lun was nearly eighteen.

This was his fourth year at Zhou Fu. Under Zhou Luo’s attentive guidance, he had grown increasingly steady. His cultivation had advanced from the fourth layer of Qi Refinement to the sixth layer.

Across his peers, this training speed was remarkably fast.

This was largely due to his relentless practice within the Immortal City’s core district, coupled with the Qi of Innate Origins and special physique bestowed upon him by Zhou Luo.

In particular, his Five Elements Spiritual Body.

It allowed him to immerse himself effortlessly in learning various cultivation techniques, mastering them intuitively, greatly accelerating his cultivation progress.

Zhou Luo planned to send him to the Immortal Sect soon.

Currently, Zhou Chang Lun’s elder brother and sister were already Inner Sect disciples. It was said they enjoyed the favor of the Golden Core master there, their future achievements unlimited.

With the two of them within the sect, Zhou Chang Lun would have protection upon entry and need not fear being bullied.

“Chang Lun, do you wish to go to the Immortal Sect?” Zhou Luo inquired, observing him.

He respected his children’s decisions. If the boy truly lacked a heart for cultivation, he wouldn’t force it, despite his substantial investment.

With his abundant progeny, talented descendants would only keep emerging in the future. So long as his children avoided wicked paths and bringing ruin to the family, he could accept their choices.

Zhou Chang Lun met his father’s gaze, determination and solemnity in his eyes. “Father, might I visit Mother before going to the Immortal Sect?”

Since arriving at the Immortal City, he had never laid eyes on his mother again.

Though they exchanged messages frequently these years, after over a decade living together, a deep longing persisted to see her once more.

“Of course. I will take you back later. When your brother returns home, I shall have him arrange an introduction for you.” Zhou Luo nodded.

He had already sent word to Zhou Chang Le, instructing him to return home at a suitable time.

“Thank you, Father.” A flicker of joy crossed Zhou Chang Lun’s face.

Just as they spoke, a little head suddenly popped into view at the door.

It was a boy with lips red as cherries and teeth white as jade. Large, ink-black eyes blinked beneath his brows, a flicker of curiosity in their vibrant depths as he secretly observed the scene inside.

“Chang Qing, what are you doing?” Zhou Luo’s voice deepened.

Zhou Changqing, now over ten years old, flushed with embarrassment. He shuffled in from outside, steeling himself.

Unlike Zhou Chang Lun’s simple attire, he wore finely embroidered silks. A gem studded his belt, gleaming brilliantly—every inch the pampered young master.