âLanshu, Ziâer, Qingâer, you just need to oversee everything sufficiently,â
Lu Changsheng said upon hearing this.
He spent most of his time away from Ruyi Prefecture; he simply couldnât attend to these childrenâs marriages.
He could only leave the arrangements to his wife Lu Lanshu and the others.
âYes, my husband,â
The ladies, upon hearing Lu Changshengâs words, immediately informed him of some arrangements for the children.
Lu Pingâan, standing by, revealed a touch of bitterness in his eyes upon hearing the marital arrangements made by his mother.
But he said nothing.
âPingâan, come with me,â
After finishing the discussion, Lu Changsheng looked at his son, Lu Pingâan, and said.
As a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he had seen the change in his sonâs expression.
He saw the longing and envy in his eyes when he stood proudly on the Spirit Boat, yearning for cultivation.
The hint of bitterness when Lu Lanshu talked about marriage.
âFather, what is it?â
The two went to a side hall where Lu Pingâan respectfully looked at Lu Changsheng, not knowing what his father wanted to say.
âTell your father, what have you learned from your experiences over these years?â
Lu Changsheng leaned back in his chair, propping his cheek with one hand, the other tapping lightly on the armrest.
âDuring my first year, under Grandpa Liâs arrangements, I was with the Crimson Whale GangâŠ. In the second yearâŠâ
Lu Pingâan immediately began speaking upon hearing his fatherâs words, recounting his experiences.
But when he mentioned Qin Yi, his voice clearly stumbled.
After all, it was somewhat embarrassing to talk about such matters with his father.
Yet, he couldnât bring himself to lie to his father.
âDo you like this girl?â
Lu Changsheng raised an eyebrow at this and asked directly.
âAh, this, thisâŠ.â
Lu Pingâan, caught off guard by his fatherâs direct question, was momentarily stunned.
The image of a cold-faced, black-clothed girl emerged in his mind.
Then, somewhat embarrassed, he scratched his head and said, âI donât like her.â
âAt your age, if you like someone, say you like them; if not, say not.â
âWhatâs with the shilly-shallying?â
Lu Changsheng spoke irritably upon seeing his sonâs demeanor.
He himself was a man of great affection.
How had his son turned out to be so simple in this regard?
âDo you feel that she, as a cultivator, is out of your league?â
Lu Changsheng looked at his son and pressed on.
âI do not.â
Lu Pingâan pursed his lips, his voice sounding somewhat muffled.
âDo you feel that, because you lack a Spiritual Root, you two ultimately belong to different worlds, so you donât want to hold her back?â
Lu Changsheng frowned slightly and continued to inquire.
âYes.â
Lu Pingâan fell silent for a moment, his lips pinched together, he replied solemnly,
his mood decidedly downcast.
âSigh.â
Lu Changsheng looked at his son and shook his head slightly.
Although the years of experience had broadened his horizons, his nature remained somewhat naive.
But one canât just change their personality overnight.
Looking at Lu Pingâan, he said, âDo you want to cultivate?â
Since his son still harbored thoughts of cultivation, he would then give the Hope Gu to Lu Pingâan.
It would be pointless to keep it otherwise.
As for how to explain it to others, he had already thought it through.
When the Lu Family tested Lu Pingâan for a Spiritual Root initially, they didnât detect anything.
Because he thought carefully, the natural treasures that could give birth to a Spiritual Root were exceedingly rare, and ordinary people would not consider this possibility at all. ÉœĂâŠĆđĂáč„
Furthermore, it was true that in the Cultivation World, there are cases where the Spiritual Root cannot be detected until adulthood.
So now that Lu Pingâan has been detected to have a Spiritual Root, it is acceptable.
âHmm?â
Lu Pingâan was startled by this news and did not understand.
âDo you want to cultivate or not? Tell me the truth!â
Lu Changsheng continued to ask.
âYes!â
Upon hearing this, Lu Pingâan looked into his fatherâs eyes, pursed his lips, and said in a deep voice.
âWhy do you want to cultivate?â
Lu Changsheng tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest and asked, âDo you want to cultivate and then pursue that young girl?â
âNo, I havenât.â
Lu Pingâan immediately shook his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
But looking into his fatherâs eyes, he took a deep breath and said resolutely, âItâs just⊠I just want to cultivate, to become a cultivator like you.â
Lu Changsheng looked into his sonâs eyes upon hearing this.
He still remembered, fifteen years ago, the six-year-old Lu Pingâan, his eyes brimming with hope as he looked at him.
âDad, does not having a Spiritual Root mean that one cannot become a cultivator? I also want to become a cultivator like you!â
He still remembered that sentence.
But at that time, he could only respond without words.
âStep forward.â
Lu Changsheng nodded his head.
In his palm, a thumb-sized Hope Gu, like a ball of light, appeared.
The Hope Gu could open the minds of mortals, giving birth to a Spiritual Root!
As for the quality of the born Spiritual Root, it varied from person to person.
âHmm?â
Lu Pingâan, upon hearing this, was somewhat puzzled.
But still, he obediently stepped forward, standing in front of his father.
âWhoosh!â
In an instant, the ball of light in Lu Changshengâs hand shot out like a beam, swiftly entering Lu Pingâanâs body.
âBoom!â
The moment the ball of light entered his body, Lu Pingâan felt as if he heard a thunderous sound.
An awe-inspiring mystery surged throughout his body.
As an Innate Martial Artist, an Innate Grandmaster, his muscles tensed, his hairs stood on end, and his Mental Spirit was pulled taut like a bowstring at this moment.
Had it not been for the fact that it was his father in front of him, such an action would have instinctively made him strike out.
But the next moment, he saw endless light spreading within his body.
This light made his body heavy, as if bearing thousands of pounds, with an indescribable pressure.
âHold on!â
Just then, a voice rang out in his mind.
It was the voice of his father, Lu Changsheng.
Although Lu Pingâan did not understand what was happening.
But upon hearing his fatherâs words, he mustered all his strength and clenched his teeth to endure.
Allowing the light to spread within his body, he felt heavier and heavier, as his insides roared, and his bones seemed to also âcreak and groan.â
âHold on!â
Lu Changsheng said in a grave tone.
The childâs Spiritual Root Talent would be added to his own.
Therefore, he could clearly feel the Hope Gu opening Lu Pingâanâs mind.
The longer Lu Pingâan held on, the higher the quality of the Spiritual Root would be after the opening!
But according to the Spiritual Root enhancement transmitted, the enhancement of the Spiritual Root that the Hope Gu could provide was indeed limited and the effect very poor.
According to the current enhancement being transmitted from Lu Pingâan, he only had a Lower Grade Spiritual Root.