Supreme Spiritual Root, Marrying the Eldest Miss

On the central square, children lined up one by one to test their talents.

When Qin Qipeng's little hand touched the spirit-testing stone, it erupted in a blinding, radiant glow.

"This……this is a supreme-grade spiritual root!"

"Qin Qipeng, supreme-grade spiritual root!"

At those words, Qin Rongrong trembled with sheer bliss. Even with her mental preparation, she was utterly stunned by her son's phenomenal talent.

Brother Changqing, I love you so damn much.

Qin Rongrong cried out in her heart. These past years had left her anxious and on edge, but now, witnessing her son's extraordinary gift, all her worries melted away. Everything was worth it.

No, I have to have another one!

The very next instant, a wild urge blazed to life within her.

"Congratulations!"

"The heavens bless the Qin family!"

……

Amid the jubilant cheers, word of Qin Qipeng's supreme-grade spiritual root spread like wildfire through the entire Qin family.

"Heard the news? Jia Qiang's son tested supreme-grade spiritual root!"

"Yeah, I did. That Jia Qiang's finally turned things around in the Qin family. All these years with just one son—people never let him live it down."

"Supreme-grade spiritual root……tch, even massive sects like the Taixuan Sect would fight over it. That's talent guaranteed for the Golden Core stage, with a real shot at Nascent Soul. If I had a son like that, I'd wake up grinning in my dreams!"

"Jia Qiang's really sticking it to everyone this time!"

"No kidding. I heard a Taixuan Sect elder showed up yesterday in person, took Qin Qipeng as a direct disciple, and whisked him straight into the sect!"

As Qin Changqing walked along the road, he caught snippets of the chatter around him, and his brows shot up.

He remembered now—today was the Qin family's unified talent-testing day. His own children hadn't joined the public event, so no one else knew Qin Qipeng was his son.

Sticking it to everyone? Jia Qiang oughta be thanking his lucky stars—thanking me.

Qin Changqing smirked inwardly. He was certain now: Jia Qiang really did have issues down there. Without that fling with Qin Rongrong, the guy might ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠never have fathered a single kid.

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Brother Changqing!"

Qin Changqing turned to see Qin Rongrong—still radiating allure—hurrying toward him with light, eager steps down a side path.

Speak of the devil.

Qin Changqing flashed a grin and waved hello, already plotting his escape. But Qin Rongrong was quicker, grabbing his arm with a pout. "Brother Changqing, why are you running?"

He chuckled awkwardly. "Running? Nah, just remembered something urgent back home I gotta handle. Rongrong, we can talk later, yeah?"

She clung tight, cutting straight to it. "Brother Changqing, you heard about Qipeng's supreme-grade spiritual root, right?"

Qin Changqing nodded. "Congrats!"

Her gaze burned into him, bold and unashamed. "We both know the truth. Brother Qin, I need you to help me one more time."

After Qipeng, Jia Qiang hadn't fathered another child. He'd lost all interest in that department, burying himself in cultivation and gradually neglecting his wives and concubines—including her.

Qin Changqing played dumb. "Help with what?"

Her eyes locked on his, fierce with resolve. "Help me have another baby!"

No dodging that. Qin Changqing sighed. "Rongrong, we messed up once already. We can't make it twice."

She wheedled and pleaded, but he wouldn't budge. Finally, she went for the throat. "Brother Qin, if you say no, I'll march right to the patriarch and spill everything!"

Qin Changqing's face twitched.

This woman's ruthless. Throw away her reputation for a kid?

But it hit his weak spot. With no choice, he caved, letting her half-drag, half-coax him away.

That night, passions reignited, old dreams revived.

For the sake of stronger offspring, Qin Changqing picked option two again.

He felt a twinge of pity for the woman—marrying Jia Qiang had been rough on her.

Qin Rongrong nestled contentedly against his broad, muscled chest, murmuring dreamily, "Brother Changqing, give me a couple more kids, okay……"

This succubus knows ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠how much that costs me and still wants two more? Qin Changqing jolted, slipping away quietly while she slept.

Eight months flew by.

Qin Xiaolan finally went into labor.

Outside the room, it wasn't just Qin Changqing and his wives—elders like Qin Xiahe were there too, faces taut with tension.

A resounding wah! pierced the air. The door swung open, and the midwife emerged beaming, babe in arms. "Congratulations—it's a girl!"

Qin Changqing smiled as he took the child. The initial thrill had faded, but joy still warmed him.

"Brother Changqing, bring the baby in."

Qin Xiahe led them into the side chamber. With a flick of his hand, a special stone appeared—the spirit-testing stone for newborns.

He placed it gently atop the infant's head. In an instant, light flooded the room.

"Supreme-grade spiritual root!"

Everyone gaped in shock, then erupted in wild delight, laughing uproariously at Qin Changqing. "Brother Changqing, you weren't kidding! Excellent, excellent!"

Soon, Qin Zhengyang arrived. Witnessing the talent firsthand, his face lit with ecstasy. He promptly rewarded Qin Changqing with five hundred spirit stones.

"Brother Changqing, you're the Qin family's lucky star. This is your reward!"

Qin Changqing accepted with thanks.

Qin Zhengyang eyed him more fondly by the second. "Changqing, I want to marry my daughter to you. What do you say?"

Qin Changqing blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected the patriarch to offer up his precious girl. Cupping his hands, he replied, "Patriarch, I'm deeply grateful for the honor. But marrying the eldest miss to me—doesn't that feel sudden?"

Qin Fenglan, the eldest miss, had medium-grade spiritual root. She was way out of reach for grooms like him.

He already had a house full of wives—yet Qin Zhengyang was willing to add his treasured daughter to the mix?

Am I that irresistible? Nah, it's all for better babies. This system might as well be called the Wife-Delivering System……

Qin Zhengyang waved it off. "You're a great hero of the Qin family—no slight intended. Since you have no objections, it's settled. Pick an auspicious day and wed!"

With the patriarch insisting, Qin Changqing wouldn't argue. Another wife? A gorgeous one at that? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Who'd complain?

Back home, Qin Zhengyang broke the news to Qin Fenglan.

She bristled at first—her father deciding without her. But hearing Qin Xiaolan had birthed a supreme-grade spiritual root child left her stunned and intrigued.

This Qin Changqing really is extraordinary.

With a mortal woman: superior-grade root. With an inferior-grade: supreme-grade.

And I'm medium-grade……so that means……earth-grade genius offspring!

Qin Zhengyang stroked his beard, chuckling. "If you and Qin Changqing produce an earth-grade child, the Qin family might birth a Nascent Soul True Lord someday. Xiaolan, you'd be the mother of a Nascent Soul cultivator—status rivaling sect leaders. And you could have multiples!"

Those words hit like a tonic, setting her heart racing.

Nascent Soul True Lord? Not just in the top ten sects—in all of Jing Kingdom, that's elite!

And I'd be the mother of one—or more!

Qin Fenglan nearly swooned at the thought.

"Father decides all!"

Her eyes sparkled; she stopped protesting and agreed.

Half a month later, the Qin family was decked in lanterns and finery. The eldest miss formally wed Qin Changqing, with the patriarch presiding. The wedding was grander than any before.