What does my ancestor's pregnancy have to do with me, a mere servant?

Lin Yuan sat on the edge of the stone bed, his eyelids twitching.

He looked at the stone table laden with tonics and spirit wine, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be moved or afraid.

This whole scene, supposedly for cultivation, is more like feeding pigs.

First, fatten up the pig so it's easier to slaughter.

"I was unprepared last time, I'm sorry you had to go through that." Li Yang sat down on the stone bench, propping one elbow on the rosewood tabletop, and turned to face Lin Yuan.

The collar of her bright red dress was slightly open, and the exquisite red gold necklace at her collarbone was back on, the pendant hanging in a very subtle position.

Her phoenix eyes were fixed on Lin Yuan, her gaze filled with undisguised greed and fanaticism.

That look in his eyes was exactly like the expression of a gambler looking at the chips in front of him after winning ten rounds in a row.

She pointed to the dazzling array of tonics on the table.

"I've prepared this much today; it should be enough for you to make up for it."

Lin Yuan looked at the things on the table.

He silently let out a sigh of relief.

This woman is afraid I won't be enough for her to torment.

After experiencing the benefits of spiritual root transformation last night, I felt like I was on steroids.

They came to our door today with a full set of equipment, clearly indicating they're planning a long-term operation.

Even the strongest body can't withstand this frequency of demands.

But the benefit of 2,000 attribute points each time is there, plus the spiritual root tempering effect brought by the Yin Yang Wuji Creation Technique, this deal is a sure thing.

It's about making money, but it's about risking your life to do it.

Lin Yuan stood up. He walked to the stone table, picked up the jar of body-tempering spirit wine, and broke the yellow mud seal.

He tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful.

As the spirit wine entered his throat, a scorching warm current flowed from his throat straight down to his dantian, spreading along his meridians to his limbs and bones.

The aching pain in my lower back that seemed to penetrate to the bone was somewhat relieved by the warmth of the alcohol.

Good wine.

"Since the manager is so hospitable, then we won't stand on ceremony."

He turned and walked back to the stone bed, sitting down on its edge.

Li Yang's phoenix eyes curved into a smile.

……

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Lin Yuan's daily routine became extremely regular.

During the day, he would immerse himself in the alchemy room.

A bronze alchemy furnace stood in the center of the stone chamber, the runes and patterns engraved on its walls gleaming with a dark blue light under the glow of the Netherworld Fire.

Lin Yuan formed hand seals, and the pitch-black Netherfire burned quietly at the bottom of the furnace, its edges swirling with that signature ghostly blue halo.

One batch after another, the Qi-Nourishing Pills, which enhance cultivation, were refined to improve one's cultivation level.

During breaks from alchemy, he would begin cultivating.

He grabbed the jade bottle on the stone table, poured out several top-grade Qi-Nourishing Pills, and swallowed them in one gulp.

After the spiritual root transforms into a mid-grade one, the body's absorption rate of spiritual energy increases dramatically.

The moment the pill dissolved in the dantian, its immense medicinal power no longer dissipated from the body in large quantities as before.

The inner walls of the meridians are like countless thirsty mouths, firmly grasping, refining, and devouring every wisp of spiritual energy.

The deep blue mana droplets in the Qi Sea rapidly condensed, becoming thicker and more solid each day.

Jiang Huaiyue and Lin Feilu would come almost every day.

Lin Yuan knew exactly what the two women wanted, but he simply didn't have the extra energy.

He could only use pills to get rid of the two women and then continue to bury himself in cultivation.

Night fell.

Li Yang entered the cave on time.

Rain or shine. Unwavering.

She brought Lin Yuan a different tonic every day. These included protective spiritual milk, high-level demon beast essence blood, and spiritual pills and materials to repair physical deficiencies. Once, she even managed to obtain a dragon marrow ginseng that had been extinct for a hundred years.

She spared no expense in showering Lin Yuan with all the resources that Danbaoge could muster.

As the number of times the two practiced their techniques increased, Li Yang's thirst for the power of creation reached an extremely fervent level.

Each time Yin and Yang meet, an extremely minute impurity is stripped away, refined, and expelled from the depths of the spiritual root.

She could clearly perceive the changes in her physical condition day by day.

The top-grade spiritual root is gradually transforming.

Her perception of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was constantly being pushed to new heights. The sensation of touching silk through a thin veil was becoming increasingly clear, and the veil was getting thinner and thinner.

She is steadily approaching the Earth Spirit Root.

This made Li Yang's eyes burn with an almost obsessive intensity every night when he entered the cave.

Lin Yuan silently endured the physical exhaustion and depletion.

The rapidly accumulating numbers on the panel were his only solace.

More than 20,000 attribute points are earned every day.

Three days.

Eight days.

Twelve days.

Until the fifteenth day.

The stone chamber still smelled of sweat and a strong medicinal aroma. The light from the spirit lamp cast flickering shadows on the stone walls.

Li Yang sat on the edge of the stone bed, her chest heaving.

Sweat soaked the stray hairs at his temples, clinging to his fair cheeks. A fine layer of sweat covered his collarbone, refracting shimmering light under the lamp's glow.

A very faint layer of gray grime appeared on the surface of her skin.

But Li Yang didn't care at all.

Because she sensed it.

The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to have found its home, rushing to seep into her body through her pores.

The feeling was no longer "absorption," but "submission."

The spiritual energy seemed to have its own will, willingly drawing closer to her, flowing in, and merging with her.

Without any obstruction. Without any loss.

It finally transformed into an earth spirit root.

A top-grade spiritual root is one that has an extreme affinity for spiritual energy.

Cultivators need to actively draw in spiritual energy, but the efficiency of this drawing is several times higher than that of ordinary spiritual roots.

Not to mention the Xuan Yin Sect, even looking at the entire cultivation world, she had only seen a few words about earth spirit roots in ancient books.

Those records are often accompanied by phrases such as "one in ten thousand" and "destined by Heaven".

And now, this legendary spiritual root grade truly exists within her body.

Li Yang looked down at her hands.

Beneath the gray grime, the skin's radiant glow was completely concealed.

It's no longer the kind of smooth, white skin that comes from skincare, but a translucent, jade-like texture that radiates from within.

With a slight movement of her fingertips, the spiritual energy within a radius of several feet around her unconsciously fluctuated in an extremely subtle, tidal-like manner with her breathing.

In Danfeng's eyes, ecstasy, ambition, and greed intertwined into a blazing flame.

It's been more than ten years.

She was used as a tool for marriage alliances by her family, and her "pure yin body" was openly discussed at the elders' meeting, where people questioned its value.

She was tricked by her twin sister Li Lan in collusion with outsiders, who wanted to seal her Qi Sea and send her to that old bastard Sima Duan's cave as a tonic for breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.

……

Today, all of that is in the past.

With the Earth Spirit Root, she was no longer the manager of Danbao Pavilion who needed to rely on tricks, transactions, and playing the field to maintain her position.

Given enough time, she is destined to become a future Nascent Soul stage patriarch of the Xuan Yin Sect, and perhaps even one of the sect's leaders.

That old bastard Sima Duan wants to use her as a furnace? Keep dreaming.

Li Lan wants to climb to the top by stepping on her? The day she emerges from seclusion, these clowns won't even be worthy of being her rivals.

She turned her head and looked at Lin Yuan, who was lying flat on the stone bed.

His face was pale, as if he had been exhausted.

His once fair and handsome face now looked somewhat haggard, with sunken eyes and chapped lips.

His limbs were spread out in a "太" shape, his eyelids were drooping, and his breathing was heavy.