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Outside the birthing room.

Lu Changsheng, holding his son Lu Quanzhen and accompanied by several wives and concubines, waited outside.

Lu Quanzhen was his first child with Qu Zhenzhen, possessing an Eighth Grade Spiritual Root.

“Wah!”

Soon, a clear cry of a baby echoed from the birthing room, invigorating Lu Changsheng’s spirit.

However, at this moment, he felt no anomaly, no palpitations.

Immediately, Lu Changsheng knew.

The child Qu Zhenzhen bore had no Spiritual Root.

Having anticipated this for so long, upon learning at this moment that the child had no Spiritual Root, to say there was no disappointment would be impossible.

But in a moment, Lu Changsheng came to terms with it.

Even if both parents had Spiritual Roots, the probability of their child being born with one was only about ten to twenty percent.

That Qu Zhenzhen’s first birth and Lu Miaoyun’s child last month both had Spiritual Roots was already a blessing.

How could one expect each and every one to possess a Spiritual Root?

Lu Changsheng was quite open-minded about this and walked into the birthing room, still holding Lu Quanzhen.

The midwife immediately carefully handed over the swaddled infant to Lu Changsheng with a full-faced smile, saying, “Congratulations, young master, it’s a baby girl.”

“Good, thank you for your efforts.”

Upon hearing the words, Lu Changsheng smiled as he took the swaddle and looked at the child.

Since Qu Zhenzhen’s previous child was a boy, and this one was a girl, they were blessed with both a son and a daughter.

“Quanzhen, this is your younger sister.”

Lu Changsheng looked at the newborn child and said to Lu Quanzhen.

“Mmm mmm, mmm mmm…..”

Lu Quanzhen, already a year and a half old, could say some simple words.

He looked at his newly born sister with curious eyes, babbling away.

Lu Changsheng approached the bed and placed Lu Quanzhen down.

Seeing Qu Zhenzhen’s somewhat pale and weak face, Lu Changsheng felt pained as he took her small hand, saying, “Zhenzhen, you’ve worked hard.”

He had always been quite fond of this girl, whom he had saved halfway through her life.

One reason was the girl’s indeed cleverness and understanding nature that endeared her to everyone.

Another reason was that Qu Zhenzhen had a Spiritual Root, and he had had ulterior motives when bringing Qu Zhenzhen back to Qingzhu Mountain.

Furthermore, given her pitiable background, alone with no one but himself, he afforded her an extra share of affection.

“Husband.”

A smile appeared on Qu Zhenzhen’s face as she softly called out to Lu Changsheng, then tried to sit up to look at the child.

“Look, how adorable, she will certainly be as cute as you, Zhenzhen when she grows up.”

Lu Changsheng immediately handed the child over for her to see, saying with a smile.

“Quanzhen, you must take good care of your sister and protect her, do you understand?”

Qu Zhenzhen smiled, then turned to her somewhat confused son Lu Quanzhen, and gently said.

Seeing Qu Zhenzhen’s expression, Lu Changsheng knew she was thinking of her own childhood, thinking of her brother, Qu Changge.

He hadn’t told Qu Zhenzhen about the news of Qu Changge’s demon cultivation.

He just said that people were searching, but there was still no news.

Now, more than two years later, with no news of her brother, Qu Zhenzhen gradually realized that her brother was likely more unfortunate than fortunate.

Thereupon, Lu Changsheng took Qu Zhenzhen’s hand and gently comforted her, “As long as you have me, I will also take good care of all of you and protect you.”

In this world, wives and children are also his soft spot and one of the driving forces behind his efforts.

In his view, if one couldn’t even protect one’s wives and children, then the path of immortality was cultivated in vain.

“Husband, have you thought of a name for this child?”

Qu Zhenzhen asked, her pretty face showing a sweet smile.

“The name… Let’s call her, Yuzhen.”

Lu Changsheng pondered for a moment and named the little girl in his arms.

“Quanzhen, Yuzhen.”

Qu Zhenzhen heard the name, murmured it, and then softly said to the little girl, “Yuzhen, Lu Yuzhen.”

The infant in her arms also cried out with a ‘wah’, as if responding.

Seeing this scene, both Lu Changsheng and Qu Zhenzhen couldn’t help but look at each other and smile.

Soon after, the couple chatted for a while, and Lu Changsheng told Qu Zhenzhen to rest well before leaving the room with the children.

Atop a solemn, austere, and eerily sinister platform, the cold wind howled.

Around the platform stood tall metallic flagpoles, upon which black banners embroidered with various demon patterns flapped.

Some had three heads and six arms, some had ferocious faces, some were covered in eyes, some had the bodies of demons and humans with wings, and others were headless with faces on their chests…

These varied and lifelike patterns could chill the hearts of those who saw them, as if they were being watched by demons themselves.

In the center of the platform sat a man in his twenties with an austere face and white hair, surrounded by many strange patterns and runes etched around him.

At this time, dark red blood traced the patterns, continuously flowing towards the center where the white-haired young man sat.

The man’s face was contorted in pain, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging, blood pulsing, and sweat pouring from his body.

But the white-haired young man just bit down hard on his teeth, uttering no sound, enduring the ordeal.

No one knew how much time passed when suddenly, the demon patterns on the surrounding banners seemed to come to life.

Their crimson eyes suddenly opened, staring down at the white-haired man, filling the platform with an overwhelming blood-colored glow.

Enveloped in this blood-red light, the white-haired young man let out a muffled groan.

Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and the veins in his body bulged like worms, nearly bursting open.

“Boom!”

Just then, drenched in blood and in severe pain, the white-haired man’s body emitted a thin, blood-red membrane.

It was like a layer of freshly spilled blood slowly flowing over his skin, transforming into an eerie blood-colored battle dress.