Madam, Please Show Some Restraint: Supreme Spiritual Root

Qin Changqing's eyes widened as he stared at Qin Rongrong, who was smiling seductively while locking the door. "Madam Jia, what do you mean by this?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he felt a wave of heat rising from his lower abdomen, his body growing unbearably hot.

His mind involuntarily filled with some not-safe-for-work scenes from his previous life.

Qin Changqing paled in shock and hurriedly circulated his spiritual power to resist, only to find it useless—in fact, his spiritual power acted like a catalyst, fueling the drug's effects even more.

"Brother Qin!"

Qin Changqing took a step back.

"Madam, please behave yourself!"

"Brother Qin, this Desire Spirit Pill can overwhelm even a sixth-layer Qi Refining cultivator. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Don't bother struggling!"

Qin Rongrong swayed her hips as she approached step by step, shedding her clothes with each movement, gradually revealing her plump, snow-white body.

Qin Changqing shook his head vigorously, trying to stay clear-headed. His voice sank low. "I've got no grudge against you. Why set me up like this?"

Qin Rongrong shook her head. "You're misunderstanding me, Brother Qin. I'm not trying to harm you. Jia Qiang and I have been at it for so long without a child, and everyone says it's my fault. I don't believe it... You're so capable. I just want you to help me out!"

"Madam Jia, please behave yourself. I'm not that kind of man!" Qin Changqing refused righteously, though the lust raging inside him was growing harder to suppress.

"Brother Changqing, just help me out, pretty please..."

Qin Rongrong pressed right up against him, her soft body clinging tightly to his, her breath warm and fragrant.

"Such potent drug!"

Qin Changqing's willpower was gradually crumbling under the drug's assault. He was only at the first layer of Qi Refining—to say nothing of being drugged, he couldn't even beat her in a straight fight.

Too tough!

Can't hold out!

Qin Rongrong scooped him up horizontally and tossed him onto the bed.

Why force me like this!

The heavens bear witness—I'm helpless here!

"Brother Changqing, stay rational..."

"Did I overdo the dose?!"

...

Sounds of passion echoed from the room.

A moment later!

Qin Changqing jolted awake. Holy shit! Before, the system had always auto-deducted ten years of lifespan, but now it was giving him a choice.

Over this time, he'd collected 170 spirit stones and exchanged them all for lifespan—meaning he had 170 extra years. After deducting 70 for strengthening his seven kids, picking the 100-year option would leave him right back at his original lifespan.

Damn it, was it easy scraping together those spirit stones? That was all my hard-earned savings!

He agonized over it for a bit, but in the end chose option two. It was his kid, after all—if he was gonna have one, it deserved the best ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠aptitude!

Never skimp on foundations, no matter how poor. Never make the kids suffer, no matter how tough things get.

Lifespan could be earned back!

Now that he was a father, his mindset had truly shifted.

"Brother Changqing..."

Qin Rongrong's cheeks flushed like she was drunk, fully conquered by Qin Changqing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lazily sprawled across his chest.

Your old man's taken a huge loss this time!

Qin Changqing channeled his anger into vigor and kept up the "punishment."

As the clouds parted and the rain ceased, Qin Rongrong dressed, covering her alluring figure. She pulled a pouch from her sleeve and tossed it to Qin Changqing.

Her cheeks still rosy, she said, "Brother Changqing, don't worry. I won't tell a soul about this. If I really get pregnant, you'll be my savior!"

Savior my ass. Just don't come digging for more and I'll thank the heavens.

Qin Changqing rolled his eyes inwardly as he watched Qin Rongrong sway away.

He opened the pouch.

"Ten spirit stones. At least you've got some conscience."

Qin Changqing's mood improved a tad.

...

After the incident with Qin Rongrong, he finally understood: the system's strengthening could go even higher, but the lifespan cost multiplied.

For mortals, the cap was superior root.

For inferior spiritual root holders like her, the limit was supreme.

Medium root? Probably earth root. Superior... hiss... heavenly root...

Qin Changqing couldn't help smacking his lips inwardly. At this rate, he'd defy the heavens!

But it guzzled lifespan like crazy, and it wasn't even strengthening himself—hardly worth it. He'd have to be more careful, avoid getting ambushed, stockpile more spirit stones instead.

Half a month later, Qin Changqing received an invitation from Jia Qiang.

He'd seen it coming, but his mouth still twitched.

What a sin!

Jia Qiang, his gloom swept away, threw a grand feast at home. He'd finally turned things around, completely debunking the rumors that he was the problem.

The Qin family took it seriously too—both of them had spiritual roots, so their child had a higher chance of one as well!

Qin Changqing attended the banquet. While toasting, Jia Qiang said casually, "Brother Changqing, you've got ten kids already, and here I am with just one. Sure, my wife and I both have spiritual roots, but we still lag behind you in numbers. I'm truly impressed!"

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠subtext was obvious: Our kid's likely got a spiritual root. Your wives and concubines are all mortals—pumping out kids like that? Just more trash!

The atmosphere chilled instantly. The other guest elders weren't pleased—this was dragging them into it too.

Qin Changqing could only grin awkwardly!

Jia Qiang wasn't wrong, though. No one knew better than him what kind of aptitude Qin Rongrong's unborn child had.

"Drink up, drink up! You're all guest elders of the Qin family—your kids are surely prodigies with spiritual roots!" Qin Wenbo raised his cup with a laugh, easing the tension. Everyone drank deeply.

Qin Rongrong stood by Jia Qiang's side. When no one was looking, she snuck Qin Changqing a flirtatious wink, her allure making his heart skip.

This woman's lost her mind! If anyone sees that...

Two ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠months later, Qin Changqing's two concubines gave birth one after another—twin girls, whom he named Qin Mengrou and Qin Mengxue.

At the same time, he took two more wives and concubines, bringing his total to twelve—one per month, nice and even.

He had the most wives and concubines among the son-in-laws from his batch, earning waves of envy and hate. But envy wouldn't help—who could match his prowess? Even with so many women, he still managed to give them all equal attention.

Another year and a half passed. Qin Rongrong successfully birthed a boy, named Qin Qipeng—may he soar like a great peng, straight to the heavens.

Qin Changqing now had nine children, with births nearly every month: six boys and three girls.

The boys were named: Qiming, Qifeng, Qihong, Qiyang, Qichen, Qize.

The girls: Mengxue, Mengrou, Mengyao.

"Plenty of kids, sure... but my own talent's a real letdown." Finishing his daily cultivation, Qin Changqing couldn't help complaining to himself.

Damn system—can't you hook me up with some perks? Just strengthening seeds is pointless!

His talent really was trash. After a year of cultivation, he was still stuck at Qi Refining first layer. Inferior spiritual root made even Foundation Building a pipe dream. But with the system, as long as he had enough spirit stones, immortality was within reach.

He was coming to terms with reality. He poured most of his time into his kids instead. They all had at least superior spiritual roots—bright futures ahead. Treat them right, and when they grew into big shots, would his old man ever lack for spirit stones?

Lousy cultivation talent? Fine, take the roundabout path. Long as he lived forever, who cared how?