One night of madness, rain thinned the flowers, red.

  At dawn, Wang Yuyan drifted away alone.

  Zhao Sheng never imagined that Wang Yuyan, always known for her rationality and aloofness, harbored a burning fire within.

  And so brave!

  As a man, he was ashamed of his inferiority!

  September 8th, an auspicious day according to the calendar, suitable for weddings and funerals. Fragrant Swallow Valley was adorned with red decorations, filled with joy.

  Among the guests and family members, Zhao Sheng looked lost and dejected, watching Wang Yuyan marry a shifty-eyed man.

  That night, Wang Yuqi, already a mother of three, suddenly threw a tantrum for no reason. Zhao Sheng had to say countless comforting words to calm her down.

  Time is like fine sand held in the hand; the tighter you grip, the faster it slips away.

  As Zhao Sheng worked hard towards his goals in this life, fifteen years passed in the blink of an eye.

  On this day, a room in the back residence of Zhao Family Fortress echoed with painful cries.

  In the courtyard outside the room, Zhao Sheng paced back and forth. He looked anxious, constantly peering into the delivery room.

  Just then, a tall, handsome young man couldn't help but compin, "Dad, can you stop walking? It's making me dizzy."

  As soon as he finished speaking, a girl of about thirteen or fourteen standing next to the young man chimed in, "Yeah! Dad, don't worry. Mom has given birth to seven of us, there's absolutely no danger."

  Zhao Sheng turned to look at his eldest son, Zhao Chenggong, and eldest daughter, Zhao Chengfeng, and said sternly, "You don't understand!"

  Zhao Chengfeng, being bold, deliberately teased, "Dad, among the six of us, except for the youngest, who doesn't know what you're thinking? You just want a younger brother with a Spiritual Root."

  "Feng'er, how can you talk to Dad like that! Apologize now!" Zhao Chenggong immediately scolded his younger sister.

  Zhao Chengfeng, suddenly reprimanded by her elder brother, pouted with a dissatisfied expression.

  Zhao Sheng waved his hand, indicating it was okay.

  Da Feng was right; he really wanted to have a son with a Spiritual Root.

  He had been open about this with his wife, Wang Yuqi, from the day they got married.

  Therefore, over the years, Wang Yuqi had given him seven children. Although she would shout that she would never give birth again after each child,

  she would become pregnant again in less than two years.

  Zhao Sheng was very grateful for his wife's efforts over the years. He might have had very strong motives when he first married her, but after more than ten years together, his feelings for his wife had deepened, gradually changing his utilitarian ideas.

  After another quarter of an hour, a loud cry suddenly came from the delivery room, and Zhao Sheng's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally nded.

  The eighth child was finally born!

  After a long time, just as Zhao Sheng couldn't help but rush into the delivery room, a slender figure holding a swaddled infant finally emerged from the room.

  "Auntie, let me see." As soon as Zhao Chengfeng saw the person, she ran over happily, reaching out to take the bundle.

  Wang Yuyan dodged Da Feng's outstretched hand, pyfully scolding, "Your dad hasn't even had a look yet, it's not your turn, you little rascal."

  So many years had passed, and Wang Yuyan was still young, her appearance unchanged from more than a decade ago, as if time had stopped for her.

  Looking at the beautiful woman approaching, Zhao Sheng felt somewhat uneasy.

  It had been eight years since Thief-Eyed Mouse had died in an accident, and Wang Yuyan had sought him out once again.

  From that day on, the two often had cndestine affairs.

  Amidst the excitement, Zhao Sheng couldn't help but feel a little sorry for his wife.

  Wang Yuyan pced the bundle containing the infant into the man's arms, her expression complex as she said, "Here, take a look at your son. Congratutions, your wish has been fulfilled!"

  Hearing these words, Zhao Sheng's entire body shuddered, and his hands trembled, nearly dropping the child.

  "You mean..."

  "Yes, I've already tested it; he has a four-attribute Spiritual Root," Wang Yuyan nodded, confirming.

  Good, good, that's wonderful!

  At this moment, Zhao Sheng was extremely excited. After so many years of effort, the heavens had finally opened their eyes.

  "Haha, the eighth child will be named Zhao Cheng," he ughed heartily.

  That night, Zhao Family Fortress was suddenly sealed off, and immediately afterward, carrier pigeons carrying tremendous good news flew in all directions.

  Soon, people from the Wang Family of Fragrant Swallow Valley arrived, and important figures from Zhao Family Fortress who were abroad rushed back without stopping.

  The birth of the eighth child was undoubtedly significant to the Zhao Family, but this time, the Zhao Family did not celebrate grandly; instead, they were unusually low-key.

  Apart from some insiders from the Zhao Family and the Wang Family, no outsiders knew that the Nanyang Zhao Family had finally given birth to a child with a Spiritual Root.

  Time flies, a year ter...

  The summer sun bzed, cicadas buzzed, and frogs croaked. Inside a living room within Zhao Family Fortress, Zhao Sheng sat at a table, slowly wiping a three-inch-long ancient bronze sword.

  This item was a trophy he had just obtained, a first-tier, mid-grade magical flying sword.

  This year, Zhao Sheng's cultivation had reached the Innate Grand Completion stage, and his true combat power far exceeded his realm. In particur, his Light as a Swallow skill had reached an incredible level.

  [Name: Zhao Zhiqin (Zhao Sheng)]

  [Lifespan: 38/120]

  [Realm: Innate Grand Completion]

  [Physique: Hundred-Year Body (Mortal Grade), Light as a Swallow (Mortal Grade)]

  [Talent: Dynamic Vision (Mortal Grade)]

  [Skills: Floating Light Swordpy (Unprecedented), Azure Sea Tide Rising Art (Mastery), Cloud Dragon Nine Transformations (Unprecedented), Wind Chasing Archery (Mastery), Iron Body Tempering (Great Accomplishment)]

  Looking at the data on the Hundred Lifetimes Book page, Zhao Sheng's expression was very pleased.

  Not because of his cultivation, but because he had left an extraordinary and peerless Light as a Swallow skill for the descendants of the Zhao Family.

  Cloud Dragon Nine Transformations was derived from Cloud Dragon Three Transformations. It was developed by Zhao Sheng over eight years, expending a great deal of effort.

  After reaching Great Accomplishment in cultivation, one only needed to circute a mouthful of true Qi to step nine times in the air, each step covering ten zhang, with clouds forming beneath each step.

  To test this peerless Light as a Swallow skill, Zhao Sheng traveled through the seven prefectures of Liang Kingdom in half a year, visited twelve major martial arts sects, and challenged more than twenty Innate Grandmasters, yet none of them could touch his clothes.

  Two days ago, he personally ambushed and killed a Qi Refining cultivator at the fourth level.

  Suddenly,

  With a crash! The living room door was knocked open from the outside. Zhao Sheng, disturbed, looked towards the door with displeasure, only to see his wife, Wang Yuqi, rush in with a face full of tears and a panicked expression.

  "Husband, something terrible has happened! Our Wang Family!"

  Wang Yuqi crashed into Zhao Sheng's arms, and after saying only one sentence, she burst into tears.

  Zhao Sheng's expression changed upon seeing this, and he hurriedly comforted his wife while asking, "Don't panic, what exactly happened? What has made you so grieved, Yuqi? Tell me quickly, I'm here for you."

  "Waaah!"

  Wang Yuqi sobbed uncontrolbly, her right hand trembling as she handed the Thousand Mile Talisman clutched in her palm to her husband.

  Zhao Sheng took it and opened it to read, his expression growing increasingly unsightly, eventually turning completely livid.

  "How is this possible!"

  At this moment, he was both shocked and furious.

  The Wang Family is finished!