Chapter 30
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Chapter 30: The Change of Identity
The next day, Zhou Luo did not wake up until noon.
The long rush over the past few days, along with the battle last night, had completely worn him out.
Holding onto the door frame, he walked out. In the courtyard, Lin Fei Ying was soothing the child, and when she saw his condition, she revealed a shy smile. "Husband, shall I make a meal for you?" she said.
"Alright, I’ll hold the child," Zhou Luo replied.
Taking over the child and looking at the little one in the swaddle, he showed a fatherly smile.
Although this child had no spiritual roots, he felt not the slightest trace of scorn; instead, he suddenly thought that being an ordinary person was quite pleasant, able to live happily under his protection for an entire lifetime.
Just as he was amusing the child, Lin Yi Yi walked through the courtyard gate with brisk steps.
"Husband, you woke up so early?" Lin Yi Yi leaned in and said.
"You’d prefer I didn’t wake up at all?" Zhou Luo teased.
Last night, it was this little girl who had made the most trouble.
Lin Yi Yi gave an awkward smile, then suddenly thought of something and replied immediately, "By the way, Grandpa Shou sent someone to say that when you woke up, he wanted you to go see him once."
Uncle Shou was looking for him?
Zhou Luo realized it was probably about this Spiritual Pill Conference matter.
However, the other party hadn’t chosen to wake him up right away; it seemed his status in the Lin Family had significantly improved.
So Zhou Luo simply decided to have a meal first before going.
…
In Shouchun Garden, Lin Zhi Shou was humming a tune while watering the flowers, his mood extremely joyful.
The previous Lin Nian who had been in the courtyard, due to his disappointing performance in this Spiritual Pill Conference, had lost the qualification to study under him and could only go learn with other Pill Masters.
Zhou Luo had just arrived when Lin Zhi Shou walked over cheerfully.
"You’ve come," he said, sizing up Zhou Luo with satisfaction.
In this year’s Spiritual Pill Conference, this boy had managed to bring honor to the Lin Family.
"Uncle Shou," Zhou Luo bowed humbly.
"Sit down. I didn’t come all this way for nothin’—I’m here to discuss the family’s reward," Lin Zhi Shou said, pointing to the stone stool nearby.
Hearing about the family reward, Zhou Luo’s face lit up with delight.
Lin Zhi Shou had sat down by then and chuckled, "You performed exceptionally well this time, young man. The family has decided to award you a manor."
"A manor?" Zhou Luo felt a surge of energy.
Among the Lin Family properties, the places called manors were precisely those buildings encircling the core area, weren’t they?
That was an area close to the spiritual vein, utterly different from his current courtyard spot, like night and day.
He hadn’t expected the family to be so generous this time.
"Besides that, the family has other rewards, all in my room. You’ll take them back later," Lin Zhi Shou continued.
"Got it, thank you, Uncle Shou," Zhou Luo replied, restraining his inner excitement.
It seemed the family’s reward this time would be very generous.
"There’s one more thing."
Lin Zhi Shou suddenly put away his smile, his expression turning serious.
Seeing this, Zhou Luo sat up straight and listened quietly.
"Would you be willing to become my disciple?" Lin Zhi Shou looked at him, his aged face full of solemnity.
Zhou Luo paused for a moment, then immediately said excitedly, "Of course, it would be my honor to become Uncle Shou’s disciple."
Being an apprentice and being a disciple were worlds apart.
The former was just a helper who might occasionally learn some Alchemy Techniques, while the latter could receive the master’s unreserved teaching.
Naturally, given Zhou Luo’s current strength, this difference held little importance for him.
What he cared more about was the shift in status this change brought.
Lin Zhi Shou was currently the only top-level first-level Pill Master in the family, holding an extremely high position.
Once he became his disciple, Zhou Luo’s status would similarly rise, bringing him numerous benefits.
For instance, he could enjoy discounts on herbs in the future, freely use the family’s alchemy facilities, or even increase his access days to the spiritual vein.
The hidden value this conveyed was unbelievably high.
So Zhou Luo agreed without hesitation.
Lin Zhi Shou nodded with satisfaction.
Although he was a top-level first-level Pill Master, he was already very old and unlikely to ever advance to the Foundation Establishment realm. After his passing, the family’s alchemy work would face a severe setback.
Now, he recognized future promise in Zhou Luo.
Particularly his display at the Spiritual Pill Conference finally drove him to commit to nurturing him properly.
Back in the courtyard, Zhou Luo still felt as though he was dreaming.
He never imagined that overnight, he would not only become Lin Zhi Shou’s disciple but also receive an estate near the core area.
"Husband, Grandpa Shou summoned you to reward you, didn’t he?"
As he returned, the group of wives and concubines crowded around to ask.
"How did you all know?" Zhou Luo chuckled gently.
"Uncle De just sent someone over with more cultivation resources," said Lin Fei Ying.
The Uncle De she spoke of was none other than Lin De, Lin Qing Han’s father.
Recalling how their first meeting had been filled with disgust and resentment, he was now constantly sending resources to Zhou Luo’s courtyard every day.
It seemed this Father-in-law was also adaptable and resilient.
Zhou Luo did not hide the truth, honestly sharing everything, including informing the women about their new estate.
Hearing these words, the women were overjoyed and filled with excitement.
Especially Lin Yi Yi, who hugged Zhou Luo tightly and planted several firm kisses on him: "I knew it! With a husband like you, so strong and talented, you’d surely bring us a better life."
Soon, word that Zhou Luo had become Lin Zhi Shou’s disciple and obtained an estate spread swiftly across the entire family.
This news struck like a boulder landing on a still lake, stirring immense ripples.
Whether it was men like Xu Changsheng or the various distant branches of the Lin Family, all felt intense envy.
It signified that Zhou Luo’s status would undergo a colossal, sky-changing transformation.
Just being accepted as Lin Zhi Shou’s disciple elevated him above most peripheral relatives.
Let alone the fact that he now had an estate near the core region.
It was a place reserved for the family’s important figures, after all.
For Zhou Luo, a son-in-law of the Lin Family, to qualify to live there—didn’t that mean he ranked alongside their leading figures?
Of course, any direct comparison was pointless.
But for a son-in-law to climb this high step by step was astonishing enough to win widespread admiration and envy.
Over the next several days, Zhou Luo went about his routine calmly: practicing his cultivation, spending time with his children at home, and occasionally stealthily refining top-quality potions with the herbs he’d previously bought.
As for Lin Yi Yi and the other women, they were busy visiting sisters everywhere to recount news and chat.
Their true intention, naturally, was to flaunt how their husband had gained the family’s favor.
Originally overlooked in their own branches, Zhou Luo’s status lift—coupled with getting an estate—made them eager to indulge their vanity.
Such behavior was understandable, yet he still cautioned them to avoid such blatant displays.
If it sparked resentment or made them targets, the loss would outweigh any gain.
At this point, Zhou Luo only wanted to lay low and close the strength gap between him and others through time.
Indeed, after his warning, the women visibly reined in their actions.
But they weren’t Zhou Luo and couldn’t grasp his mindset.
Zhou Luo understood that things were manageable now, yet once he had many wives and concubines and countless descendants, their conduct could easily splash back onto him, the "Ancestor."
Building a lineage wasn’t that simple.
Savoring clan privileges required accepting its responsibilities.
He had readied his mind for this.
