Chapter 5
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Chapter 5: Qi Refinement Practice
When Zhou Luo had returned to his courtyard, he happened to meet Lin Qing Han, who had just finished her cultivation session.
\"What happened to you?\"
Lin Qing Han immediately saw that Zhou Luo was injured. Her expression changed slightly. She quickly walked up to him and asked.
\"It\’s nothing,\" Zhou Luo shook his head, not intending to elaborate.
\"Don\’t say it\’s nothing. Your internal spiritual energy is chaotic. If not handled properly, it will lead to lasting health problems.\"
As Lin Qing Han spoke, she promptly reached out and placed her fingers on Zhou Luo\’s wrist, sending a stream of pure spiritual energy into him.
Light spiritual light flickered as a gentle energy moved within his body.
Zhou Luo distinctly felt the pain in his chest lessen considerably.
However, Lin Qing Han frowned. \"Such a domineering spiritual energy! Who dared to strike at you? Do they not know you are my person?\"
The thought that someone in the Lin Family would dare attack her person so brazenly felt like a personal challenge to her. Her tone grew irate.
Moreover, she could clearly sense that the cultivator who struck him possessed a higher cultivation level than herself. Her spiritual energy could only provide temporary suppression, not a complete cure. Follow-up treatments would be needed.
Faced with her questioning, Zhou Luo suddenly recalled the words Xu Changsheng had spoken.
Right!
He wasn\’t some son-in-law like Zhang Da Ben; he had backing too.
In these times, relying on a woman was also a skill, wasn\’t it?
Originally intending to act as if nothing had happened, Zhou Luo chose to tell her the whole story instead.
But after hearing it, a flash of fear suddenly appeared on Lin Qing Han\’s beautiful face.
\"You said the other party was the Third Young Lady?\" Her voice held a note of disbelief.
There was only one Third Young Lady in the Lin Family: Lin Xin, born to the main bloodline.
Only the daughters of the main lineage were addressed by age order like this; those from branch families were uniformly addressed as Young Lady or Young Master.
Unlike branch members like Lin Qing Han, who sacrificed themselves for the sake of bearing children, the women of the main lineage could choose their own husbands and possessed the qualifications to cultivate at the Immortal Gate.
Whether in terms of strength or status, they far surpassed Lin Qing Han.
This caused Lin Qing Han to react somewhat inappropriately, fearing it might incur the displeasure of the main family.
Consequently, her thoughts of seeking justice for Zhou Luo naturally became impossible.
Fortunately, according to Zhou Luo\’s account, the other party had given no further indication of trouble, which allowed Lin Qing Han to breathe a sigh of relief.
\"You absolutely must be careful in the future,\" Lin Qing Han said seriously.
\"I know,\" Zhou Luo nodded.
He had already resolved that from now on, unless absolutely necessary, he would never set foot outside this courtyard again.
Little did he know what bizarre beings he might encounter out there next time; he shouldn\’t lose his life for nothing.
It was better to just focus diligently on producing offspring inside, behind closed doors.
Hearing these words, a trace of guilt flickered across Lin Qing Han\’s face. \"This matter has caused you suffering.\"
\"It\’s fine. I was merely a live-in son-in-law. It wasn\’t worth clashing with the head of the family over me,\" Zhou Luo said carefreely.
There is a well-said phrase.
Times change; do not look down on youth for being poor.
With the system, someday he would escape his current ant-like status.
As for now…
Zhou Luo’s gaze burned as he looked at Lin Qing Han beside him, his right hand resting backward on her smooth jade-white arm and gradually sliding upward.
Lin Qing Han trembled slightly, as if recalling something, the roots of her ears instantly reddening.
\"Qing Han, let\’s go to the room.\"
Zhou Luo regarded her tenderly, his deep voice wafting over like a spring breeze.
Lin Qing Han pressed her lips together and chided, \"You\’re injured, yet so improper.\"
\"It\’s precisely because I\’m injured that I need comfort,\" Zhou Luo teased.
\"It\’s still early, I don\’t want to…\" Lin Qing Han lowered her head, her voice soft as a mosquito\’s.
But Zhou Luo suddenly moved, embracing her soft body in his arms.
\"Is that so?\" Zhou Luo lifted the corner of his mouth and strode straight to the room.
He knew very well.
If Lin Qing Han truly didn\’t want it, as a cultivator, how could she allow herself to be lifted so easily?
Lin Qing Han lowered her head and stayed silent.
After trying it once, the affair between man and woman was like opening a door to a new world, stirring a craving.
Although this was her first experience, a cultivator\’s stamina always endured more exertion.
The clouds cleared and the rain subsided.
Zhou Luo once again contributed his part to the grand plan for offspring.
He shifted slightly, his gaze falling beside him.
Lin Qing Han lay still on the bed, her face pure and exquisite as white jade, jet-black hair carelessly scattered near the pillow, beautiful eyes lightly closed, breathing evenly, like Sleeping Beauty from fairy tales.
Zhou Luo gazed in a daze, a triumphant smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
It must be said, Lin Qing Han was the most stunning woman he had met across two lifetimes.
Her beauty resembled a blue lotus—noble, pure, and sacred, beyond defilement.
If it were his previous life…
Zhou Luo might never have married such a stunning woman in his entire life.
In this cultivation world where strength reigns supreme, it was harsh, yet held some benefits…
At least, it provided a wife!
Pondering this, he boldly extended his right hand and gently stroked Lin Qing Han\’s face, then bent down to tenderly kiss her forehead before cautiously rising from the bed.
Whether it was acquiring the cultivation manual or everything that happened today, both left Zhou Luo wide awake.
He simply got up and went to the adjacent training room, intending to attempt cultivation as instructed by that elder.
Inside the training room, he sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion and pulled out the cultivation technique provided by the Lin Family.
Drawing from the elder’s earlier guidance, he quickly entered a meditative state.
The first step of cultivation was sensing the spiritual energy.
For Zhou Luo, who possessed spiritual roots, this wasn’t difficult.
With his mind clear and focused, he soon detected the threads of spiritual energy.
What followed was drawing that energy into his body.
Propelled by the technique, spiritual energy gathered around him as Zhou Luo attempted to channel it inward.
This process demanded intense concentration; even the slightest waver could undo all previous effort.
Upon entering his body, each wisp of energy began flowing along his meridians, traversing every part of him.
This unfolding was gradual—oftentimes, only a single strand would remain in his dantian\’s energy sea after circulating fully.
As the spiritual energy flowed, it simultaneously tempered his flesh, expelling impurities.
This was marrow cleansing and bone refining.
Generally, higher-grade spiritual roots allowed faster absorption of spiritual energy.
For Zhou Luo’s Ninth Grade roots, each intake was severely limited, leaving only a trace accumulating in the dantian.
But he wasn’t concerned.
As long as he kept making babies, time was on his side!
Even if each attempt yielded minimal spiritual energy, given sufficient time, he would certainly achieve greatness.
Successfully securing an energy strand in his dantian elated Zhou Luo.
He decisively repeated the process…
Continually absorbing ambient spiritual energy, drawing it inward to refine his form.
Cycle after cycle, yet he felt no exhaustion.
His only regret was that the training room sat not upon a spiritual vein; otherwise, absorption would’ve been far quicker.
By Lin Family rules, birthing one child granted a month of cultivation upon a spiritual vein…
He wondered when he might finally have an heir.
Zhou Luo was deep in thought when—
Ding—
A crisp note suddenly echoed in his mind.
It was followed by a mechanical notification sound:
【Congratulations Host. Your partner has conceived through relentless dedication. One lottery draw awarded.】
