Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Great Fortune

Staring at the completed top-quality symbol, Zhou Luo exhaled deeply.

Ever since acquiring the art of spiritual symbols, he had dedicated himself entirely to rune-making.

Even so, each attempt at crafting a top-quality symbol filled him with unavoidable apprehension.

After all, guaranteeing an eighty percent success rate was already remarkable for someone like him.

One could only imagine how much lower other spiritual symbol masters might fare.

No wonder top-quality talismans were so scarce in the market.

This crafting session consumed half his spiritual energy; with what remained, he could produce at most one more talisman.

There was no help for it—rune-making consumed considerable spiritual energy, especially for top-grade symbols.

Unlike pill refining, where a single batch could yield three to four or even more potions.

Thus, regarding profitability, pill refining undoubtedly surpassed rune-making.

His gaze rested on the Xuan Tu Symbol, its surface gleaming with a Xuan Huang radiance. Infusing spiritual energy would instantly unleash its formidable power.

This represented the greatest advantage of talismans—minimal spiritual energy expenditure for maximal impact.

Hence, virtually every cultivator journeying beyond their abode kept various talismans close at hand.

Zhou Luo placed it in his storage ring, then paused for a brief rest before resuming his task.

Fresh from crafting, his mind felt weary; rushing the next attempt would only heighten the risk of failure.

The average spiritual symbol master wouldn’t craft many talismans within a single day.

One hour later, Zhou Luo summoned another Xuan Tu Symbol.

Crafting two top-quality symbols consecutively nearly depleted his spiritual energy and left his mind dull with fatigue.

He settled into meditation and began his practice.

Clearly, further elevating his cultivation level was essential.

Approaching dusk, Zhou Luo rose and moved to the adjacent alchemy room.

Despite Zhou Luo’s rising status, he couldn’t neglect his monthly potion quotas.

Especially after his prolonged absence, outstanding debts had accumulated.

Compounding matters, his promotion to top-level Pill Master demanded even higher production.

Fortunately, this presented no significant challenge for someone of his caliber.

With the deadline for potion submission just two days away, he skipped dinner entirely, seizing the moment to craft extra potions—particularly the Gathering Spirit Potion for cultivation enhancement.

By the hour of Hai, Zhou Luo descended from the third floor and headed directly to Lin Fei Ying’s chamber.

Lin Xi’s delivery was just two months away, necessitating a halt to the dual cultivation technique with her.

With four other women already expecting, he shifted his focus toward those wives and concubines not yet carrying a child.

Thus began another night’s work.

Two months later.

Lin Xi went into labor, and Zhou Luo was about to welcome his fifteenth child.

He felt overwhelmingly excited about this.

His excitement mainly arose from the high probability that his spiritual roots were finally about to transform.

Eight years.

Zhou Luo had been with the Lin Family for exactly eight years now.

Throughout these eight years, he had thought about his spiritual roots constantly.

The Ninth Grade spiritual roots made cultivation excruciatingly slow. Anyone else, with eight years of dedicated practice, aided by various potions and dual cultivation techniques, would likely have reached Qi Refinement seventh level or beyond by now.

But he remained stuck at the fifth level.

This had always been a source of deep frustration for Zhou Luo.

Now, at last, that knot was about to unravel.

While it was just an elevation from Ninth Grade to Eighth Grade spiritual roots, it signified a fresh beginning.

Moreover, a transformation in spiritual roots wasn’t a mere incremental improvement—it ushered in a qualitative leap.

Had he possessed Eighth Grade spiritual roots from the start, he would have undoubtedly advanced a full major tier within these eight years.

Standing outside the door, Zhou Luo’s heart surged with emotion. He waited silently for the child to be born.

Waa waa—

The infant’s cry rang out abruptly, heralding the arrival of new life.

[Congratulations Host on the birth of your fifteenth child! Rewarded with an eighty-year lifespan bonus!]

[Since this child possesses Third Grade spiritual roots, Host gains forty talent points!]

[Current Qualification: Ninth Grade spiritual roots (120/100) — Upgrade Available]

Damn it!

Hearing the system notification sound, Zhou Luo almost cursed aloud.

Third Grade spiritual roots?

Zhou Luo froze mid-step as if struck by lightning, mentally shaken.

My heavens.

Could he truly have fathered a child with Third Grade spiritual roots?

This didn’t make any sense.

After all, he only possessed Ninth Grade roots, and Lin Xi merely Fifth Grade.

Producing a child with Fourth Grade spiritual roots earlier had already astonished him profoundly.

Now here came a Third Grade child?

Could Lin Xi possess a special physique?

Zhou Luo felt a mix of emotions inside—thrilled, confused, overjoyed—that he nearly lost control of his expression.

The previous child with Fourth Grade spiritual roots was also born from Lin Xi.

Now another one had come with Third Grade.

How could that not drive one crazy.

Zhou Luo took deep breaths to calm his excited mood as much as possible.

It might also be related to that The Fusion of Dragon and Phoenix Technique.

He thought to himself.

Although it wasn’t explicitly stated above that it helped enhance a child’s spiritual roots.

But it must have had an effect, since this was technique of the ancient Hehuan path.

The birth of the Third Grade spiritual roots not only granted Zhou Luo eighty years of lifespan but also made the talent points of his spiritual roots reach full level for Ninth Grade, even surpassing it.

Creak—

The door opened, and the midwife beamed with joy: "Congratulations, Master Zhou, on the birth of another daughter."

Zhou Luo didn’t have time to check the system and strode swiftly into the room.

In the room, on the bed, Lin Xi was lying flat, tilting her head to look at the loudly crying baby, her eyes full of affection.

In a pleasant mood, Zhou Luo happily came before her, crouched down, and squeezed her small hand: "You are truly my good fortune."

Lin Xi’s small face looked puzzled.

She still didn’t know that the little princess beside her possessed Third Grade spiritual roots.

Zhou Luo offered no explanation, just bent down with a smile in his eyes, planted a kiss on her, and gazed happily at the still crying little one.

He gently touched the delicate skin with his long fingers, unable to stop smiling: "Little one, our Zhou family will rely on you in the future."

As one of the only two holders of upper-grade spiritual roots in the family, or even the whole Lin Family.

Zhou Luo seemed to already envision the scene of this daughter of his making a grand impact.

Spiritual roots were divided into nine grades, and further categorized as upper, middle, or lower.

This was because there was a world of difference among the three categories of spiritual roots.

Although fourth-grade and third-grade were only one character apart in name, between middle-grade and upper-grade, it was a vast chasm.

In the entire Lin Family, it seemed only that Foundation Establishment ancestor had upper-grade spiritual roots; the rest were of middle-grade or lower-grade.

Often, holders of upper-grade spiritual roots were absorbed by sects to become part of them.

They would at least start from Foundation Establishment in their future.

"Have you thought of a name?" Lin Xi asked weakly.

Zhou Luo, looking very happy, said: "I had decided on a name originally, but this little one has great fortune, I want to name her with the character ‘Ling’."

Names were also tied to that elusive area of fortune.

Some people had insufficient fortune but gave profoundly mysterious names, unable to control or uphold them.

So Zhou Luo named his children focusing on peace and joy, only hoping they would live safe lives.

But this little one was different.

She could bear the character "Ling".

Hearing these words, Lin Xi offered a faint smile: "Unknown how you see she has great fortune, does she look like she has great fortune?"

The little one Zhou Luo judged to have great fortune was still crying nonstop, nothing like the signs described in ancient texts for births with wonders.

Zhou Luo looked at the endlessly crying little one, very happy.

"She will surprise us."