Chapter 430

Chapter 430: First Grade Spiritual Root

During the last trip back from the ruins in the Longfeng Mountain range, Zhou Luo obtained a Third Level spiritual potion.

However, that Third Level spiritual potion was meant for practice and offered no benefit for boosting his immediate combat power.

Later, in order to win over Ye Qian, Zhou Luo gifted this potion to her.

After all, compared to his own long lifespan, merely boosting his cultivation realm slightly paled in comparison to gaining such a powerful late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator as his woman.

Thus, Zhou Luo decisively discarded that Third Level potion.

Back then, it was precisely because of this potion that Ye Qian had been immensely grateful.

Afterwards, she finally let go of her lingering resentment, successfully accepted Zhou Luo, and remained at Zhou Fu to pursue cultivation.

Times had changed. She was now his woman, and that Third Level potion had served its purpose.

Now, he had once again drawn a Third Level spiritual potion.

And this potion was different from the previous one.

Because it could not only enhance his immediate combat power, but according to the description, once consumed, his mastery over the sword path would ascend to a new level.

The influence of this potion was continuous; it would ceaselessly assist the user in controlling sword techniques and comprehending the sword path.

As expected of a potion crafted by a fifth level Pill Master, its effects truly far surpassed ordinary Third Level potions.

Zhou Luo had originally hoped to draw a trump card, and now, it seemed his wish had been fulfilled.

This was just fine.

If it were like the previous few draws, getting nothing but items for descendants, that would have been truly frustrating.

Keeping the Sword Spirit Potion in his backpack, Zhou Luo left it alone.

In the following days, Ye Qian’s belly grew larger and larger. In the blink of an eye, her delivery day arrived.

This was her first time giving birth. Seeing her slightly pale face and trembling body, Zhou Luo chose to stay by her side, holding her right hand with both of his to offer encouragement.

At that moment, a rich, spiritual light suddenly appeared beneath her abdomen.

The radiance carried a warm, soft power. When it manifested, the entire room felt pleasantly warm.

A hint of rosiness appeared on Ye Qian’s previously pallid face. While feeling a tearing, intense pain, she suddenly felt as if she were nestled amidst cotton—soft, yielding, and incredibly comfortable.

Zhou Luo’s eyes brightened.

Among the more than fifty children he had fathered previously, such a phenomenon had never occurred.

Witnessing this scene now filled his heart with profound shock.

Could it be, because of Ye Qian’s physique, he was about to father an extraordinary child?

The moment this conjecture surfaced, Zhou Luo’s entire body trembled with excitement.

The midwife assisting the birth hadn’t encountered this situation either. She looked towards Zhou Luo pleadingly.

"You step out. I’ll handle this!"

Seeing this, Zhou Luo decisively made the choice.

Because, for the time being, he didn’t want matters concerning this child to be exposed, he intended to deliver the baby himself.

The midwife hurriedly got up and left, her face still showing an utterly shocked expression.

When Zhou Luo approached the radiant light, he was still pondering how to deliver a baby when suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the air.

Waah—waah—

The baby’s cry brimmed with raw strength, akin to that first chirping bird just before dawn—resoundingly clear and bright.

Amidst the dense brilliance, Zhou Luo felt a new life forcibly enter this world. Without his assistance, the little one seemed eager to glimpse everything around it.

He quickly extended his hands, catching a fleshy infant. Instinctively, he summoned his mental strength, and a soft, cozy blanket flew into his grasp to wrap around the baby.

Simultaneously, a notification sound echoed in his ears.

【Host’s 65th child successfully born. Reward：Hundred-year lifespan bonus！】

【As this child possesses a First Grade spiritual root, host receives one hundred talent points！】

【Current aptitude：Seventh Grade spiritual roots（310/5000）】

The prompts chimed one after another. Yet compared to the century-long lifespan bonus, Zhou Luo’s greatest excitement surged from "that First Grade spiritual root."

In the world of cultivation, aside from Earth Spiritual Roots, among all spiritual roots spanning First to Ninth Grade, none boasted cultivation talent surpassing the First Grade.

It may fall under the "upper-grade" category, yet its practical value in true cultivation was undeniable.

This First Grade spiritual root outperformed all others significantly, especially in cultivation speed—surpassing even the Second Grade spiritual roots by a staggering fivefold despite just one rank difference.

In essence, a cultivator with First Grade spiritual roots was destined to reach at least Golden Core master tier in their lifetime. Higher achievement like Nascent Soul cultivator—or even transcending beyond—was highly probable.

Without exaggeration, the mere news of a First Grade infant within Qinyuan Sect’s borders would’ve sparked frenzied contention among countless Golden Core masters, potentially even unsettling Nascent Soul cultivators.

After all, cultivators born with First Grade spiritual roots were rarer than phoenix feathers—exceedingly scarce. And this was an untouched, pure infant.

Cradling the child, Zhou Luo returned to the present.

The little one still wailed fiercely, as if declaring its arrival to the entire world.

His entire body radiated dim spiritual light, and faint runes rippled across those wrinkled folds of skin—utterly distinct from any ordinary newborn.

Observing these runes, Zhou Luo’s heart lurched violently.

This… this seemed to signify a special physique.

Watching the runes flicker intermittently, uncertainty warred within him—he hadn’t anticipated his latest child holding not only First Grade spiritual roots, but also possessing a special physique.

Though signs remained obscure during infancy. Only upon embarking onto the path of cultivation someday might its nature be ascertained.

Zhou Luo carried the infant over to Ye Qian.

"It’s a boy," he murmured softly.

Ye Qian, pale and drained, still summoned a rare, tender smile upon hearing her son’s lusty cries nearby.

She tilted her head adoringly toward Zhou Luo and asked, "What name shall we give him?"

"He bears great destiny. I envisioned naming him after the heavens themselves," Zhou Luo answered decisively.

With First Grade spiritual roots combined with a special physique, plus the Qi of Innate Origins he intended to bestow later…

This child’s future would surely reach beyond Golden Core master status. Such a name would be fitting.

"Zhou Changtian!" Ye Qian stretched out a frail hand to lightly stroke the infant’s crown. "Our son must become a pillar holding up the azure skies someday."

As if hearing his own name, little Changtian abruptly ceased crying. Eyes wide and dark as coal, he gazed bewildered at his parents.

Truly different from other newborns—a child blessed by providence from the very first breath.

Not long after the 65th child’s arrival, Zhou Luo bestowed the Qi of Innate Origins upon him.

But he kept news of the exceptional spiritual roots strictly contained.

These were troubled times—Qinyuan Sect could barely manage its own affairs. His instincts screamed against entrusting his son to them.

With his own strength and mastery of various arts already equaling—even surpassing—the Sect Elders, raising him within his own watchful care felt infinitely safer.