Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1: Immortal Sect Assessment, Many Children, Many Blessings System!
Blue Cloud Sect, Jiang State.
Hundreds of youths sat cross-legged upon a massive square of ethereal white jade.
Their eyes were shut tight, and their faces displayed a whirlwind of emotions—some were consumed by rage or terror, while others were lost in fits of joy or heavy despair.
“Hiss.”
Amidst the throng, Lu Changsheng let out a sharp intake of breath. He snapped his eyes open, his hand instinctively clutching his forehead.
A deluge of memories crashed through his mind like a breaking dam, flooding his consciousness.
As the information integrated, Lu Changsheng realized his situation.
He had transmigrated.
He had arrived in a world of Xianxia.
However, the mysteries of his former life had remained dormant for eighteen years. It was only today, while undergoing the ‘Heart Questioning Platform’—the fourth trial of the Blue Cloud Sect’s entrance exam—that the memories of his past existence finally surfaced.
“To wake so quickly... he possesses an extraordinary Dao heart!”
A short distance away, several immortal masters from the Blue Cloud Sect watched Lu Changsheng with visible astonishment.
The Heart Questioning Platform served as the sect's fourth assessment, designed to gauge one's Dao heart—a combination of mental fortitude and willpower.
Because of his sudden awakening of past memories, Lu Changsheng had been the very first to break free from the illusion.
“Lu Changsheng, eighteen years old, ninth-grade spiritual root. What a waste.”
“His performance in the second stage regarding perseverance was merely average, yet his Dao heart is this potent? How peculiar.”
“If a person with such a Dao heart possessed even a seventh-grade spiritual root, he would be a promising immortal seed, despite his age.”
“A ninth-grade spiritual root has almost no potential at eighteen. Regardless of how resilient his Dao heart is, it is ultimately futile.”
After scanning Lu Changsheng’s records, many of the examiners wore looks of pity.
Lu Changsheng, however, was oblivious to the chatter of the Immortal Teachers.
He was currently preoccupied with his own thoughts.
Along with his regained memories, the standard-issue cheat for any transmigrator had finally manifested: a system.
The Many Children, Many Blessings System!
True to its title, the more offspring he produced, the greater his rewards would be.
These "blessings" weren't just vague concepts of luck; they were concrete, measurable advantages.
Based on the system’s data, there were two primary perks.
First, there were numerous achievement rewards tied to his descendants. Whenever he hit a specific milestone with his children, the system would grant him a prize.
Second, the spiritual root aptitude and the cultivation progress of his children would be added directly to his own.
Furthermore, the talents and cultivation of his grandchildren and later generations would also contribute to his strength, though these bonuses would diminish by fifty percent with each subsequent generation.
The “Many Children, Many Blessings” system grants rewards by hitting lineage milestones?
“And I gain the cultivation and talent of my kids and their descendants?”
“This feels like a parenting simulator where I unlock achievements and power-ups by growing a family.”
“Doesn't this mean that as long as my lineage is talented and works hard, my own spiritual root can be upgraded? I could reach immortality without even trying!”
As he processed the system’s potential, Lu Changsheng’s heart surged with fervor.
In this realm, possessing a spiritual root is the mandatory first step to Cultivation.
Spiritual roots are categorized into nine distinct grades.
Grades nine through seven are low-grade.
Grades six through four are mid-grade.
Grades three through one are high-grade.
Beyond the first grade lie the Earth Spirit Root, the Heaven Spirit Root, and various rare mutated Spirit Roots.
Lu Changsheng had already learned during the first trial that he possessed only a ninth-grade Spirit Root.
It was the lowest of the low.
Embarking on the path of Cultivation with such a root usually meant a life of struggle with very little to show for it.
But with the “Many Children, Many Blessings” system, Lu Changsheng felt his journey toward immortality was suddenly wide open.
If he focused on having many children, raising them well, and establishing a powerful clan, he could ascend effortlessly.
“Father! Mother! No!”
“It wasn't real! It was all just a dream!”
“Hahaha! I've done it! I am an immortal now!”
“Lies! It's all fake! You can't trick me!”
At that moment, the other candidates on the Heart Questioning Platform began to wake up. Their frantic cries and nightmarish shouts pulled Lu Changsheng from his internal monologue.
“Lu Changsheng, when did you come to?”
Several youths nearby were shocked to find Lu Changsheng already standing there, fully alert.
“Just a moment ago,” he replied calmly, glancing at the three boys and two girls nearby.
Hong Yi, 16, ninth-grade Spirit Root, the legitimate heir of a marquis.
Han Lin, 15, seventh-grade Spirit Root, formerly a blacksmith.
Li Feiyu, 18, seventh-grade Spirit Root, the young leader of the Crimson Whale Gang.
Xiao Xiyue, 15, fourth-grade Spirit Root, a daughter of a scholarly house.
Zhao Qingqing, 16, sixth-grade Spirit Root, from a lineage of doctors.
Like him, these five had been recruited as potential immortal seeds by the Blue Cloud Sect's mortal world branch.
They had become acquainted during the journey to the sect.
However, that bond was mostly born of necessity—strangers seeking comfort in an unfamiliar place.
Their social standings were too varied for true friendship to blossom easily.
Lu Changsheng only really got along with Han Lin.
Coming from a peasant background himself, he found it easier to talk to the former blacksmith.
“I was the first to wake up. I wonder if that’s enough to get me into the Sect,” Lu Changsheng thought as he watched the crowd.
Even with his system, he still wanted to join the Blue Cloud Sect.
As a simple farmer who had stumbled into a chance at immortality, failing the entrance exam would make his future incredibly difficult.
Cultivation requires four pillars: “Wealth, Companionship, Technique, and Location.”
Wealth is self-explanatory.
Whether in the mortal realm or the world of cultivators, resources are everything.
Companions are the peers and mentors who help one along the way.
Techniques are the secret manuals and methods of cultivation.
Location refers to the environment. In places without spiritual veins, the Qi is thin, making progress agonizingly slow.
Joining the Blue Cloud Sect would provide all four pillars instantly, which was why so many people were desperate to enter.
“Those whose names are called, come forward.”
Once everyone had regained their senses, a senior disciple of the Blue Cloud Sect drifted into the air. He unrolled a jade scroll and began to read the list of successful candidates.
“Zhu San, Xiao Yuan, Han Lin, Xiao Xiyue, Zhao Qingqing.”
As names echoed across the square, the chosen ones beamed with joy, their hearts full of dreams of the immortal path.
Those whose names weren't called felt a sinking weight in their chests.
“Is that the end of it?”
Li Feiyu stared at the disciple in disbelief as the jade scroll was rolled back up.
“Why am I not on that list?!”
Hong Yi’s face turned pale, his lips trembling. Despite his eighth-grade root, he had used his family's wealth to grease palms beforehand, yet it hadn't worked.
“Sigh.”
Lu Changsheng exhaled slowly. He felt the sting of rejection, but with his system, he wasn't devastated.
Nearby, some of the rejected candidates began to sob openly.
“The rest of you, leave the mountain gates immediately!” the disciple announced coldly.
With a wave of his arm, clouds formed beneath the feet of the chosen few, whisking them away into the inner sect.
The hundreds left behind could only trudge toward the exit, their faces masked in bitterness.
“Once we cross this threshold, our lives go in different directions. The world of immortals and mortals has been cut in two!”
Outside the gates, many people cried out in frustration. Failing to join a Sect meant that even if you managed to cultivate, you would only ever be a lowly rogue cultivator.
Hong Yi looked back at the glowing peaks of the Blue Cloud Sect with a heavy heart.
He had spent the whole trip trying to woo Xiao Xiyue. But now, with her fourth-grade root, she was an official disciple, while he was nothing. She was now a being far beyond his reach.
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 the plan now?”
Lu Changsheng looked at the sect gates one last time and considered his options.
The system was powerful, but it required an initial investment.
He needed to marry, have children, and then have the means to support them. That took time, money, and energy.
As a penniless peasant, even with a spiritual root, he didn't have much to offer.
Just as the crowd began to disperse down the mountain, a refined man in his late thirties wearing green robes approached them.
“Young friends,” he said, addressing the rejected group. “The Lu Family of Qingzhu Mountain is looking for twenty sons-in-law. We offer access to spiritual veins and cultivation manuals. Is anyone interested?”