I died young at the start, but I'm reincarnated with unlimited skill points!

Time flies by in the world of cultivation while babies are sound asleep.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

For the most part of the past month, Su Yu has been sleeping with his eyes closed.

It wasn't that he was deliberately pretending, but rather that the physiological functions of his mortal body limited his ability to maintain a clear mind for extended periods.

Today marks the one-month anniversary of Su Yu's birth.

According to the ironclad rule set by the Su family of Qianlong, all members of the family must go to the Internal Affairs Hall for a bloodline test on the full moon day.

Early in the morning, Mother Liu changed into an elegant palace dress, wrapped Su Yu in a warm fox fur swaddle, and walked out of the courtyard accompanied by two maids.

Sixty years have passed.

The Su family of Qianlong has now encompassed the entire Qingmufang City as its inner city.

On the bluestone path leading to the Inner Affairs Hall, monks and servants dressed in Su family attire can be seen everywhere.

Upon arriving at the spacious square in front of the Imperial Household Hall, dozens of women holding babies, along with their accompanying male family members, had already gathered there.

The Su family has multiplied for sixty years and has a large population.

There are quite a few babies who reach one month old every month.

Liu held Su Yu and stood quietly at the edge of the crowd.

Although she was a concubine of the patriarch Su Yuan, in the current Su family with its strict rules and numerous factions.

A mere concubine at the fifth level of Qi Refining was not enough for her to stand tall in front of the female relatives of the direct descendants and powerful elders.

Moreover, Ancestor Su Yuan has been in seclusion on Ancestral Peak for many years, and he did not even show his face when his youngest son was born.

To many, this was a sign of falling out of favor.

In the center of the inner hall, there is a spirit-testing bead made of a second-grade low-level magic artifact.

The person in charge of testing the spirit was an elder at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

"Next up is the son of Su Changming, a direct descendant of the second wife."

The elder deacon flipped through the roster, his voice calm.

A woman dressed in a magnificent brocade dress, surrounded by several maids, walked forward with an arrogant expression.

She was the head mistress of the second wife's household.

The woman gently placed the baby's hand on the crystal-clear spirit-testing bead.

The elder in charge cast a spell.

The Spirit Tester was initially completely silent.

A few breaths later, a faint, not very bright but real light slowly appeared at the bottom of the bead.

The faint light climbed higher and finally stopped at the second mark below the spirit-testing bead, its light mixed with some dim, mixed colors.

"There's a spark of inspiration!"

The elder in charge straightened his expression and announced loudly, "An eighth-grade spiritual root!"

A collective gasp of astonishment immediately filled the square.

Eighth-grade spiritual root!

Although both belong to the lower-grade spiritual root, in this remote Foundation Establishment family, the ninth grade is the norm for the vast majority of people.

The fact that a child can be identified as having an eighth-grade spiritual root means that as long as the child cultivates step by step, he will at least reach the late stage of Qi Refining and become a powerful manager in the family.

"Congratulations, Second Madam!"

"The second branch of the family has gained another promising cultivator, and he's even at the eighth rank. He's bound to achieve great things in the future."

Several managers and women from collateral branches immediately crowded around, their faces full of fawning and envious smiles.

At the bottom of the cultivation world, aptitude equals status.

The second wife raised her chin slightly, her eyes filled with undisguised smugness. She casually grabbed a handful of broken spirit stones and gave them to the servants beside her, displaying the generosity of the legitimate mistress.

The test continues.

The next dozen or so babies showed no reaction at all when tested by the spirit-testing beads, indicating they had no spiritual roots.

Occasionally, one might emit a faint light, but that was only the lowest-ranking ninth-grade cultivator.

In contrast, the second son's baby, who was found to have an eighth-grade spiritual root, stood out even more, attracting a constant stream of compliments from those around him.

"Next up is the son of the patriarch's concubine, Lady Liu."

When the elder deacon pronounced the name, he paused slightly, and his expression showed a hint of respect, but not much.

After all, the ancestor had too many descendants.

Su Yuan kept in mind his father's teaching that "many children bring many blessings and perpetuate the bloodline."

Over the past sixty years, he has taken many wives and concubines, and his offspring have multiplied to more than a hundred.

But behind this frenzied reproduction lies Su Yuan's extreme anxiety.

The Su family of Qianlong appears to be at its peak, but in reality, it is all thanks to him holding it up by himself.

Back then, besides him, the most talented person in the family was the child left behind by his eldest brother, Su Cheng.

Su Changxun, who possesses a seventh-grade spiritual root!

With the family's best efforts in nurturing him, Su Changxun lived up to expectations, cultivating all the way to the Great Perfection of the Ninth Level of Qi Refining.

But when faced with the life-or-death hurdle of Foundation Establishment, he backed down.

The Aokibo market has been too peaceful for the past sixty years.

Under Su Yuan's protection, the family's members did not experience the despair of their escape from Black Wind Valley, nor did they possess that kind of "do or die" mentality.

Without the protection of Foundation Establishment Pills, attempting Foundation Establishment is a near-certain death.

After passing the age of sixty, the critical point for blood and qi, Su Changxun's physical functions began to decline, and he completely lost the ability to fight for his life. He could only live out his old age as a powerful elder in the Internal Affairs Hall.

This incident greatly stimulated Su Yuan.

He finally realized that in a comfortable family environment, it would be difficult to produce another madman like him who dared to gamble with his life.

There are only two ways to produce another Foundation Establishment cultivator in the family.

Alternatively, you could go to the ruthless cultivation world outside and snatch a genuine Foundation Establishment Pill.

Either a peerless genius is born with aptitude far exceeding that of a seventh-grade student, who has a very high probability of overcoming insurmountable obstacles based on their own innate talent.

So for the past sixty years, Su Yuan has been constantly giving birth, as if he were making a high-stakes gamble with no hope in sight.

Liu was merely an ordinary chip in this high-stakes gamble.

For this reason, the elders in charge had long been accustomed to seeing the descendants of the ancestor being tested as eighth-rank, ninth-rank, or even mortal, and their mentality had long been numb.

Liu took a deep breath, hugged Su Yu tightly in her arms, and walked to the spirit testing platform, ignoring the disdainful or casual gazes around her.

She carefully lifted Su Yu's delicate white hand and placed it on the surface of the spirit-testing bead.

The elder in charge skillfully cast a spell.

In the swaddling clothes, Su Yu quietly opened his eyes, looking at the familiar spirit-testing bead in front of him.

He did not exhibit the instinctive struggle of an infant, but simply allowed the incantation to draw out the spiritual energy within his body.

next interest.

"Buzz—"

A deep, muffled yet tangible tremor suddenly resounded across the square of the Imperial Household Department.

There was no slow, upward process inside the Spirit Tester's Pearl.

A blinding white light, pure and without any impurities, instantly filled every corner of the Spirit Testing Bead with an extremely domineering attitude.

The light was too bright.

The crowd, who had been fawning over the second wife, were blinded by the bright light and instinctively closed their eyes, raising their hands to shield themselves.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound rang out in the quiet square.

The spirit-testing bead, crafted from a low-grade second-tier magic artifact, developed a tiny crack on its surface due to its inability to withstand the terrifying spiritual root sensation.

The elder deacon was stunned.

He remained frozen in place, still in the posture of casting the incantation, staring intently at the spirit-testing bead that was on the verge of shattering.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, and his legs went weak uncontrollably.

"Thump."

The elder, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, collapsed to the ground.

He pointed at the pure white light that had broken through all the limits of the scale, his voice turning into a sharp roar due to extreme shock.

"Third, third-grade..."

"Superior grade, third-grade spiritual root!!!"