Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1: Immortal Sect Assessment, Many Children, Many Blessings System!
Jiang State, Blue Cloud Sect.
Hundreds of youths sat cross-legged upon the ethereal square made of white jade.
With eyes shut tight, their faces displayed a whirlwind of emotions—some were consumed by rage or paralyzed by terror, while others beamed with ecstasy or slumped in total hopelessness.
“Hiss.”
A sharp intake of breath came from Lu Changsheng within the crowd. He pried his eyes open, his hand instinctively reaching up to press against his forehead.
Deep within his mind, a deluge of memories came crashing in like a tidal wave, battering his consciousness.
As the information settled, Lu Changsheng realized the truth of his situation.
He had transmigrated.
He had arrived in a world of Xianxia.
For eighteen years, however, the secrets of his former life had remained dormant. It was only today, while undergoing the ‘Heart Questioning Platform’—the fourth trial of the Blue Cloud Sect’s entrance exam—that his past life’s memories finally surfaced.
“Someone has awakened so rapidly; his Dao heart must be extraordinary!”
Not far away, several immortal masters from the Blue Cloud Sect expressed their astonishment at seeing Lu Changsheng open his eyes.
The Heart Questioning Platform served as the sect's fourth assessment, designed to gauge a candidate's Dao heart—their mental fortitude and strength of will.
Because his past life memories had just been triggered, Lu Changsheng was the very first to regain consciousness.
“Lu Changsheng, ninth-grade spiritual root, eighteen years of age. What a shame.”
“His performance in the second stage regarding perseverance was merely average, yet he has such a powerful Dao heart. How peculiar.”
“If he possessed even a seventh-grade spiritual root with a Dao heart like that, he would be a promising immortal seed despite his age.”
“A ninth-grade spiritual root at eighteen has very little potential. Regardless of how resilient his Dao heart is, it is ultimately futile.”
Many onlookers wore looks of pity after scanning Lu Changsheng’s credentials.
Lu Changsheng, however, was oblivious to the remarks of these Immortal Teachers.
His mind was currently preoccupied with something else.
Along with the recovery of his memories, the standard-issue system for transmigrators had finally manifested.
The Many Children, Many Blessings System!
True to its name, the more offspring he produced, the greater the blessings he would receive.
These blessings were not merely intangible feelings of joy, but concrete, measurable advantages.
The system data indicated two primary functions.
First, there were various achievement rewards tied to his progeny. The system would grant rewards whenever specific milestones were reached.
Second, the spiritual root aptitude and cultivation progress of his children would be added directly to his own. Furthermore, the talents and strength of his grandchildren and later descendants would also contribute to him. However, the bonus from grandchildren would be less than that of his direct children, decreasing by fifty percent with each subsequent generation.
The “Many Children, Many Blessings” system provides rewards by hitting descendant-related achievements?
“And the talent and cultivation of my kids and their descendants will be added to me?”
“This feels like a family-raising game where I unlock achievements and get prizes by having kids.”
“But doesn't this mean as long as my children and grandchildren have great talent and high cultivation, my own spiritual root can be upgraded? I could actually ascend to immortality with ease!”
Lu Changsheng’s heart raced with fervor as he grasped the system's potential.
In this world, possessing a spiritual root is the mandatory first step toward immortality.
These roots are categorized into nine distinct grades.
Ninth through seventh grades are considered low-grade.
Sixth through fourth grades are mid-grade.
Third through first grades are high-grade.
Beyond the first grade, there are even rarer types like the Earth Spirit Root, Heaven Spirit Root, and various mutated Spirit Roots.
During his initial aptitude test, Lu Changsheng was told he only had a ninth-grade Spirit Root.
It was the lowest of the low.
Seeking immortality with such an aptitude was a grueling path with a very low ceiling for success.
But with the "Many Children, Many Blessings" system now active, Lu Changsheng felt his journey toward the heavens might not be so painful after all.
Provided he had plenty of children, raised them well, and built a massive clan through his efforts, he believed he could rise to the top without much struggle.
“Dad! Mom! No!”
“It’s not real! It was just an illusion!”
“Haha! I succeeded! I’ve become an immortal!!!”
“No, this is a lie! You can't trick me!”
At that moment, the other youths on the Heart Questioning Platform began to wake up one by one. Their panicked cries, sounding as if they had just escaped a nightmare, broke Lu Changsheng’s train of thought.
“Lu Changsheng, when did you wake up?”
Several people nearby were startled to find that Lu Changsheng was already conscious.
“I just came to a moment ago,” Lu Changsheng answered, glancing at the three young men and two young women standing before him.
Hong Yi, sixteen, ninth-grade Spirit Root, the legitimate son of a marquis.
Han Lin, fifteen, seventh-grade Spirit Root, formerly a blacksmith.
Li Feiyu, eighteen, seventh-grade Spirit Root, the young leader of the Crimson Whale Gang.
Xiao Xiyue, fifteen, fourth-grade Spirit Root, a daughter from a family of scholars.
Zhao Qingqing, sixteen, sixth-grade Spirit Root, hailing from a medical lineage.
Like him, these five were candidates brought to the secular branch of the Blue Cloud Sect.
They had become somewhat acquainted during the journey.
However, their bond was merely a way to find comfort in an unfamiliar place. Their social statuses were too different for them to truly connect.
Only Han Lin and Lu Changsheng were somewhat close, as Lu Changsheng’s peasant background made it easier for him to talk to the former blacksmith.
“I think I was the first to wake up. I wonder if that’s enough to get into the Sect,” Lu Changsheng mused, watching the rest of the candidates stir.
Even with his system, he still hoped to join the Blue Cloud Sect.
As a simple peasant, he had been lucky enough to get a shot at immortality and be brought here for testing.
Without the sect's backing, the path of cultivation would be incredibly difficult.
Cultivation requires "wealth, companionship, technique, and location"—four essential pillars.
Wealth is obvious; whether in the mortal world or the immortal realm, resources are paramount.
Companions refer to peers and mentors on the path.
Techniques are the cultivation manuals, secret arts, and guidance from elders.
Finally, location refers to the environment. In places without spiritual veins where the Qi is thin, progress is agonizingly slow.
Joining the Blue Cloud Sect would provide all four pillars from the very start. This was why so many people were desperate to enter.
“Those whose names are called, step forward.”
Before long, everyone on the platform had awakened. A sect disciple hovered in the air, unrolling a jade scroll to read the list of those who had passed.
“Zhu San, Xiao Yuan, Han Lin, Xiao Xiyue, Zhao Qingqing.”
As each name was called, the chosen ones erupted in joy, their faces bright with hope for their future as immortals.
Those whose names went unmentioned felt their hearts sink, replaced by a growing sense of dread and failure.
“Is that it?”
Li Feiyu looked on with resentment as the disciple began to put the list away.
“Why isn't my name there!?”
Hong Yi bit his lip, his face turning pale with disbelief. Despite having an eighth-grade root, he came from a noble house and had even paid for connections beforehand.
“Phew.”
Lu Changsheng let out a heavy sigh when he realized his name wasn't called. He felt a bit disappointed, but with the system in his pocket, he wasn't devastated.
Nearby, some of the rejected candidates began to weep openly.
“The rest of you, leave the mountain gate immediately!” the disciple commanded coldly.
With a wave of his robe, clouds formed beneath the feet of the chosen students, lifting them up and carrying them away into the sect.
The remaining hundreds of people, faces etched with bitterness and regret, began their slow walk out.
“Once we step out of this gate, our lives go in different directions. The world of immortals and mortals are now separate!”
Many people cried out in grief as they passed through the Blue Cloud Sect’s gates. Failing to join the sect meant that even if they managed to cultivate, they would only ever be struggling rogue cultivators. Their lives would be worlds apart from those of sect disciples.
Hong Yi stared back at the shimmering peaks of the Blue Cloud Sect, sighing with immense regret. He had been pursuing Xiao Xiyue during the trip, but now she was a favored student with a fourth-grade root while he was a failure. She was now someone he could never hope to reach; his noble status meant nothing compared to an immortal disciple. Even Han Lin and Zhao Qingqing, whom he had previously looked down upon, were now figures he would have to look up to.
“What’s my next move?”
Lu Changsheng took a deep breath as he looked at the gate, considering his future.
He had a system, yes, but using it wasn't going to be easy.
The early stages required significant setup. He needed to marry, have children, and then provide for them. The investment of time, money, and energy would be substantial.
As a penniless peasant, this was a daunting task. Even with a spiritual root, it wasn't worth much if he couldn't join a powerful organization.
Just as the crowd was making its way down the mountain, a refined-looking man in his late thirties or early forties, wearing a green robe, approached them. He looked over the dejected group and spoke up.
“Young friends, the Lu Family of Qingzhu Mountain is currently looking for twenty sons-in-law. We offer lands blessed by spiritual veins and immortal cultivation techniques. Would any of you be interested?”