Chapter 6
Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW
You can buy coins here to unlock advanced chapters: https://gravitytales.com/coins-purchase-page/
Chapter 6: How the Poison King Was Forged
Zhou Luo, seated cross-legged on a prayer mat, was slightly stunned for a moment, and then an expression of wild delight appeared on his face.
Am I going to be a father?
Although he had been prepared for it, he didn\’t expect that day to come so soon.
For a moment, Zhou Luo was somewhat unresponsive.
But soon, he came to his senses and muttered with extreme excitement, \"I want to draw a prize.\"
The next second, a white spinning wheel appeared in his line of sight.
The wheel had seven regions.
They were: Skill, Cultivation Technique, Spiritual Item, Spirit Beast, Magical Artifact, Spiritual Pill, and Others.
It was fairly kind; at least, the message \"Thank You for Your Patronage\" did not appear.
Inside, Zhou Luo was filled with pleasant surprise and immediately began the lottery drawing.
As he willed it, a golden sphere of light abruptly appeared in one area of the white spinning wheel, and the next second, the sphere began spinning wildly across the seven regions.
Inside, Zhou Luo also couldn\’t help but feel tense.
Although he would definitely draw something.
But who knew if it would be good or bad…
The scammy system was something he had often seen in novels in his previous life.
Ten seconds later.
The sphere of light gradually slowed down, and Zhou Luo stared intently at the golden light until it came to a complete stop.
Ding—
In the golden light, the two large words \"Skill\" caught his eye.
Before Zhou Luo could react, a mechanical notification sound rang in his ears.
[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained the First-rank Poison Crafting Skill!]
[The reward has been automatically delivered to your backpack. Please check it!]
The white spinning wheel dissipated into the void, and Zhou Luo\’s mind stirred slightly.
Immediately, he saw a backpack with nine compartments.
In the first slot of the backpack, there was conspicuously a thing with a \"skull\" icon.
As soon as Zhou Luo looked at it, the information of the icon also appeared in his line of sight.
[First-rank Poison Crafting Skill: After use, you can directly comprehend the full-rank first-rank poison crafting skill, and the corresponding complete compendium of poisons.]
\"Poison making?\"
Zhou Luo\’s expression stiffened, revealing a hint of complex emotion.
As expected.
The scammy system, though late, had arrived.
This poison crafting skill wasn\’t entirely useless for Zhou Luo\’s current stage—it was just utterly useless.
Was he supposed to poison the entire Lin Family to death?
If it were Second Level or higher, it might have been somewhat feasible.
At First Level, it could barely kill Qi Refinement cultivators. When the truth came out, the Lin Family’s Foundation Establishment ancestor would probably swat him like a fly.
Besides, poison—a tool for harming others without benefiting oneself—wasn’t valued among other skills. Worse, getting caught would likely brand him an evil cultivator.
For Zhou Luo, who only wanted to lay low, this was a hot potato.
But operating on the principle that having something was better than nothing, he decided to master it anyway.
At least it’d give him a way to survive and guard against others poisoning him.
So without hesitation, he chose to use it.
Soon, the icon on his backpack faded away, while a flood of knowledge surged into his mind.
The information covered poison crafting techniques and First Level poisons.
Titles like How the Poison King Was Forged, The Poison Recipes We Mastered Together, and A Thousand and One Ways to Poison Someone flashed through his thoughts.
Zhou Luo felt a chill crawl up his scalp.
Was this how he’d become an evil cultivator on an irreversible path?
But he quickly steadied himself.
Poison making was just a tool—its morality depended on the wielder.
If he held true to his principles, he wouldn’t stray.
That thought dissolved the weight in his chest.
As poison knowledge filled his mind, Zhou Luo suddenly felt an urge to brew toxins.
But this was risky. Unlike cultivation, poison crafting required tools that could easily be noticed.
Moreover, most toxic herbs were strictly regulated. One wrong step would draw the Lin Family’s scrutiny.
Getting caught meant certain death.
He couldn’t let this golden opportunity go to waste, though.
Zhou Luo abandoned his cultivation training and began mapping out a plan.
His scheming lasted until evening.
Thud, thud, thud—
Knocking sounded at his door.
It was Xiao Lan, Lin Qing Han’s maid.
Zhou Luo opened the door to find the young woman lowering her head respectfully.
\"Master, my lady summons you to dine.\"
Clearly Lin Qing Han’s change towards him had impacted Xiao Lan’s attitude too.
\"Understood.\"
Zhou Luo nodded.
After a short while, he arrived at the dining hall.
A large round table was set inside, and Lin Qing Han, clad in a white dress, sat poised there with a cool expression, giving off a serene and calm aura.
As Zhou Luo sat beside her, her beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she said peaceably, \"How has your cultivation been progressing?\"
\"I\’ve only just begun,\" Zhou Luo responded, his gaze drifting to the table instead.
Though only the two of them were dining, the supper was exceedingly lavish.
There were rice and vegetables brimming with spiritual energy, even magical beast meat, so delicious-looking just at a glance.
And once consumed, these foods provided immense benefits to one’s cultivation.
This was indeed the difference a wealthy household made.
\"Hmm, let\’s eat,\" Lin Qing Han said without further inquiry, picking up her chopsticks to serve herself.
\"Hold on.\"
Suddenly, Zhou Luo called out.
Lin Qing Han’s right hand halted mid-air, her brow faintly furrowing.
\"This meat is too fatty—not good for your health,\" Zhou Luo remarked, placing a piece of spiritual chicken into her bowl. \"Eat this instead; it’s nutritious.\"
Without waiting for her to respond, he continued serving more dishes. \"And this… this, these are all highly nourishing foods.\"
Soon, the small bowl before Lin Qing Han was piled into a mountain.
She tilted her head, eyeing Zhou Luo’s earnest expression, finding it rather perplexing.
Just then, Zhou Luo thoughtfully ladled her a bowl of chicken broth. \"Careful—this is a bit hot.\"
Lin Qing Han\’s beautiful eyes flickered.
She pondered how, as a Qi Refinement cultivator, she could possibly fear heat.
What was his true motive? Or did he harbor some scheme?
Unknown to Lin Qing Han, Zhou Luo was simply fretting over her well-being.
After all, through his system, he’d already learned of Lin Qing Han’s pregnancy.
Though reluctantly thrust into fatherhood, Zhou Luo remained meticulously cautious and caring.
\"Do you need something?\"
After supper, Lin Qing Han finally asked, unable to hold back.
\"Nothing, I’m just looking out for your health,\" Zhou Luo answered thoughtlessly.
Lin Qing Han’s expression shifted minutely; inwardly stirred, her cool demeanor gradually softened.
\"Though there is something I wish to discuss with you.\"
Zhou Luo abruptly added.
\"Go on?\"
Possibly due to earlier events, her tone had gentled considerably.
\"I want to practice pill-making,\" Zhou Luo stated solemnly, meeting her gaze.
Indeed.
Zhou Luo intended to conceal his poison-crafting under the guise of pill-making.
Since both employed nearly identical tools, suspicions would never arise.
\"You want to make pills?\" Lin Qing Han’s expression showed shock as she frowned. \"Do you realize how high the barrier to entry is? Without proper guidance, it’d be like scaling the heavens—why ever have such an idea?\"
\"A little extra skill weighs no burden,\" Zhou Luo recited his prepped answer. \"Anyway, idle hands beg for work—I wish to try.\"
\"Is this something you can simply \’try\’?\" As Lin Qing Han spoke, realization struck instantly, hardening her features coldly. \"No wonder you were so attentive earlier—all for this.\"
\"Not at all—I truly care for your health,\" Zhou Luo protested, feeling wronged.
While serving her food, he genuinely hadn’t considered anything else.
But Lin Qing Han plainly ignored his defense, rising to stride outside as if angered.
Zhou Luo wore a helpless look.
Had worrying over her been mistaken?
Alas!
Clearly that approach wouldn’t work; he needed another plan.
As Zhou Luo pondered intensely…
The maid Xiao Lan suddenly entered, setting a pale-blue ancient text before him. \"Miss instructed this was for you.\"
Spotting the large characters \"Pill-Making Primer\" on the tome, Zhou Luo’s eyes brightened.
He turned toward the maid Xiao Lan, overjoyed.
\"Miss said the other tools will be prepared for you tomorrow,\" Xiao Lan added.
Zhou Luo broke into a smile.
It seemed his wife truly was one with a sharp tongue yet a soft heart.
