I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

"It's not only through physical union that children can be conceived."

Li Youzhu lifted the wine bowl, poured another bowl, and said lightly, "After the Three Elements Realm, dual cultivation of the Divine Sense is also possible."

Ning Zheng listened quietly.

Dual cultivation of the Divine Sense, it makes sense.

Why must humans only rely on physical blending, when for these cultivators, who also cultivate the divine soul, the fusion of souls is also a viable path.

Li Youzhu suddenly sighed and said:

"It's just that we all have deficiencies, even if she is a Jiao with immense vitality, and I, with the Blood Separation Flower during my life, excelled in blood and flesh, sharing the same vibrant life force, we could only barely conceive offspring."

"It was only possible because of the Dragon Race and my Yang Spirit Root, if we were ordinary people, it wouldn't have been possible at all to procreate."

"But even so, the eldest was born half-dead, with a blue face and sharp teeth, lived only a dozen years before passing completely, and the daughter also lived merely a dozen years. We learned from the eldest son's death, used every method, and turned her into a ghost ahead of time."

Ning Zheng understood in his heart.

Ning Jiaojiao's brother, it turned out he had died early on.

Because, after all, there is a difference between the living and the dead.

Such malformed children are destined to violate the balance of heaven, and cannot live long.

Becoming a ghost was the best way to prolong life.

Li Youzhu showed a sense of emotion at this point:

"Wu Yu believed it was all her fault, that her stitched body led to such a cursed bloodline in the offspring, but in fact, it was my fault."

Ning Zheng sat quietly at the table, by this point, all the truths lined up.

From beginning to end, Li Youzhu did not care about Ning Zheng's status as a fugitive slave or any secrets he might be harboring.

Perhaps there is a fortuitous encounter, but so what?

To him, he didn't care about the lives and deaths of demon cultivators on the mountain.

If they die, just replace them.

Demon cultivation inherently encourages strife, survival of the fittest.

Although he doesn't go up the mountain, the current batch of demon cultivators' descendants seem quite perverse, looking promising, not knowing which new manor master governs.

He doesn't care, nor can he go up to see.

This is his limitation.

Even with astonishing wisdom, he is an earth-bound spirit and unable to go up the mountain to see what's happening.

And this young man treats his daughter well, worthy of trust.

Even.

In his eyes, perhaps he could support his daughter and this young man to ascend to the position of manor master.

His daughter is also the legitimate bloodline, what's wrong with being a manor master?

Whether it is the Jiao Family Stronghold or the demon cultivator family, either side can handle it.

"What is Ning Jiaojiao's obsession?" Ning Zheng suddenly asked, curious about this.

Li Youzhu smiled and drank the wine, "You want to resurrect her?"

Ning Zheng nodded, answering truthfully, "Just inquiring about the possibility."

"This is somewhat difficult," he paused, "I suppose you also know, her obsession is rather vague."

"Those without strong obsessions do not have clear life goals, the chance of awakening is very low..."

"Every person who can awaken was an unparalleled talent, with strong obsessions, heroics in life, and heroic ghosts in death."

Ning Zheng nodded.

Ning Jiaojiao's temperament, wisdom, was too immature.

But this wasn't her fault.

The Jiao bloodline, matures very late.

Ning Jiaojiao's temperament matured much slower than that of the human race, she died too early, never had the chance to experience much, like a blank sheet of paper, not having clearly defined her path in life.

"Wu Yu thought I was dead, she must have been plotting during her escape to save her only remaining family, her daughter."

"Actually, I never communicated with her, don't know what ideas she had."

Li Youzhu said lightly.

Jiao Wuyu's level, vision, is clearly of a much higher standard!

His family was not outstanding, having no solutions doesn't mean the Jiao knows none.

In fact, there's a chance for both spouses to revive; Ning Jiaojiao's revival was instead their biggest concern.

And Ning Zheng actually had a way to revive Ning Jiaojiao.

Letting her awaken, just need her luck to be good enough.

Ning Zheng might build up some luck, and it could be possible.

Ning Zheng thought of this, directly asking, "Then in the future, what do you plan?"

"You could stay here," Li Youzhu spoke lightly, "I left a mark on my daughter, the people on the mountain won't make a move."

"Even the former patriarch was seriously injured before, I estimate now he's dead, otherwise, the family style wouldn't have changed so drastically."

"If there's a chance, I'll inquire, maybe even attempt a power transition, let my daughter take control, though her character might not necessarily be fit for it."

"You, along with her friend Su Yuniang, can assist the new manor master."

Ning Zheng nodded.

That's a nice pie in the sky!

If Ning Zheng wasn't truly the manor master, but a slave, even with some trump cards and fortuitous encounters, might indeed be exhilarated.

But this pie painting wasn't malicious in itself.

Merely wanting Ning Zheng and Su Yuniang to accompany Ning Jiaojiao, even guide the two in cultivation, strengthen them, and support Ning Jiaojiao's "ascension to the throne" or whatnot.

But in the other's eyes, letting Ning Zheng cultivate might take ten to twenty years.

This, Li Youzhu can afford to wait.

"Thank you, senior, for clarifying."

Ning Zheng, after some thought, did not further disturb him.

Instead, he stood up, saluted Li Youzhu, and left the Youzhu Bookstore.

He walked away into the night, walking the streets within the dream of the night, feeling the cool breeze, Ning Zheng slightly raised his head to look at the night sky.

This couple, truly of tumultuous fate.

But in this world, who isn't?

Powerful individuals have their own troubles, while the weak, like Zhang Huaping, have their struggles, and Ning Zheng himself, going through near-death experiences time and again.

The world is perilous, the Immortal Path is hard.

"The mysteries are solved."

In a daze, Ning Zheng suddenly had the illusion of witnessing history.

Recounting various experiences and stories, the plotting amidst the Red Sun, the two clearly deceiving and scheming against each other, yet had an absolute trust, a life-and-death bond of tacit understanding.

If they both succeeded, escaped the court's pursuit, it would be a dynasty of dual kings, and the entire Nine-State would face immense upheaval in the balance.

The ghosts are bound to rebel.

A couple of two kings, making Ning Jiaojiao a princess, ascending to prosperity and wealth effortlessly.

...

On the other side.

Li Youzhu sat behind the counter, reading a book for a while.

He then extinguished the lights again, closed the bookstore doors, returned to his Paper House, and sat down, holding his breath.

"Awakening..." Li Youzhu suddenly recalled something, looking up at the sky.

"Whether the second time will succeed, and what waking up will feel like."

The night sky brimmed with stars, that bright moon illuminating the Nine-State, with an overwhelming, boundless sensation facing him.

"Breaking the body is easy, breaking the heart is hard," he mumbled, with a creaking sound of the door closing, a deep sigh echoed through the Paper House: "How to know if this moment is the true self..."