29: Chapter 29 Li Changsheng!

Time flew by, and another two months passed.

During these two months, the "One Night Seven Times Long-Lasting Pill," "High-Grade Beauty Pill," and "Superior foundation establishment pill" launched by Li Guidai caused quite a sensation in Lanyun City and its surrounding areas.

Although the competition was fierce, relying on their unique effects and a certain degree of "monopoly" advantage, "Li's Pill Workshop" had already established a firm foothold, with initial profits reaching 60,000 low-grade spirit stones!

Although there was still a gap from the "massive debt" of 800,000, Li Guidai was full of confidence.

He still held a few trump cards in his hand that he hadn't played yet, especially the "explosive qi pill" he was preparing to launch.

This pill could allow a Foundation Establishment cultivator to unleash a single ordinary strike comparable to the early stage of the Golden Core realm in a short period. It was absolutely a sharp weapon for saving one's life and turning the tables. Once it hit the market, it would surely trigger a new wave of panic buying, and profits would inevitably rise significantly!

Just as he was teasing his eldest daughter, Li Linger, and ambitiously planning the blueprint for his business empire, the day of Zhuge Ying's labor arrived.

With the experience from last time, Li Guidai appeared much calmer. Although he was still concerned, he no longer ran around like a headless chicken.

He accompanied the somewhat nervous Zhuge Ying and talked for a while, until the midwife asked him to go out and wait.

The waiting time did not seem long. Soon, a loud baby's cry came from the delivery room!

Li Guidai felt a surge of joy and was about to go in, but the system's notification sound rang in his mind again. However, the content this time made him freeze in his tracks instantly!

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for giving birth to a second child!]

[Detected that the offspring possesses a special constitution: Longevity Constitution! Spiritual Root: Grade 10 Low-Tier Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth Five-Element Spiritual Root! Gender: Male! Name: Unknown!]

[Reward: Exclusive magical treasure—Mysterious Grade High-Tier "Eight Trigrams Wind-Singing Yin-Yang Chess" (growable), already bound to the offspring!]

[Ding! Considering that the host's eldest daughter, Li Linger, does not yet have an exclusive magical treasure, a supplementary reward is issued: Growable exclusive magical treasure—Mysterious Grade High-Tier "Eight Immortals Yin-Yang Bell" (can control ghosts and gods), already bound to Li Linger!]

Li Guidai was stunned for a moment!

"Damn! Longevity Constitution? And it's a Grade 10 Low-Tier trash spiritual root with all five elements!"

A stormy sea instantly surged in Li Guidai's heart! He was too familiar with this setup!

In the web novels he read in his previous life, which character possessing this kind of "immortal" constitution paired with a "peerless trash" spiritual root didn't suffer endless scorn in the early stages, only to become a living fossil or an old antique in the later stages, a super potential stock that survived all the way to the peak?

This was definitely the template for a longevity-style protagonist! This flavor was just right!

Having all five elements with the lowest grade—the cultivation speed was probably slower than a snail! This extreme contrast left him a bit dazed for a moment.

However, the two magical treasures rewarded by the system sounded extraordinary, especially the "Eight Immortals Yin-Yang Bell" given to Linger; it could actually control ghosts and gods?

He didn't have time to think too much and quickly pushed the door to enter.

The first thing that came into view was Zhuge Ying, whose face was pale but filled with anticipation.

"Yingying, you've worked hard!" Li Guidai walked quickly to the bedside and held her hand.

Confirming that Zhuge Ying was just somewhat exhausted and had no major issues, he had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhuge Ying, who had just given birth, her hair dampened by sweat.

Zhuge Ying smiled weakly and asked impatiently: "Husband, the child... how is the child?" She struggled, wanting to see the child held by the midwife.

The midwife hurriedly brought over the cleaned baby boy.

Zhuge Ying took the child and looked at him with love and pity. Immediately, she impatiently split off a weak strand of divine sense, probing toward the infant's dantian to sense the spiritual root that would determine his fate.

The next second, the color on Zhuge Ying's face instantly faded, her smile froze, and it was replaced by incomparable shock and despair!

"How... how could it be like this?" Her voice trembled violently, and tears gushed out like a broken levee. "Grade 10... low-tier... five-element... trash spiritual root... how could it be a trash spiritual root?!"

The immense disappointment and the pride of being a genius being shattered caused her emotions to instantly spiral out of control, and her hand actually loosened, throwing the infant in the swaddle towards the side of the bed!

"Yingying! Are you crazy!" Li Guidai was scared out of his wits. He lunged forward and, by a narrow margin, caught the infant steadily before he hit the ground, holding him in his arms.

The little guy seemed to have sensed the danger just now and cried even louder with a "waa."

Li Guidai held this light little life in his arms tightly, his brows furrowed deeply.

He first looked at Zhuge Ying, who was lying on the bed sobbing uncontrollably as if the sky had fallen. In his heart, he had both understanding for her emotional instability after just giving birth and disapproval of her heartless action.

He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his anger, and looked down at his son in his arms, who was crying loudly and whose features faintly resembled his own, but who was now being shunned by his own mother because of his "trash spiritual root." His eyes became incomparably firm and gentle.

He gently patted the swaddle. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the room, especially for the mother on the bed who felt as if her heart was being twisted by a knife:

He raised his head and looked at the tearful Zhuge Ying with burning eyes, saying every word firmly and decisively:

"He has the blood of you, Zhuge Ying, and me, Li Guidai, flowing in his body! He is my, Li Guidai's, son! This point cannot be changed by whatever spiritual root he has!

As long as I, Li Guidai, am alive for one day, I will not let anyone look down on him, including himself, and including... you, his mother!"

"Silly child, why are you crying? So what if you are a Grade 10 trash spiritual root? So what!"

Subsequently, he lowered his head again, looking at his son in his arms who had gradually stopped crying and, seemingly feeling safe, began to smack his lips. A gentle and firm smile appeared on his face, carrying a wisdom that saw through appearances:

"Longevity Constitution... Hahaha, good!"

I hope you can be like the name of this constitution: without disaster or tribulation, peaceful and happy, with long life and good fortune.

"Since your mother dislikes that your spiritual root is poor, then your father will insist that you live long and prosper! From now on, you shall be called—Li Changsheng!"

These words of his were both a comfort to the infant in his arms and, intentionally or unintentionally, spoken for Zhuge Ying on the bed to hear!

"Chang... sheng... Li Changsheng..."

Zhuge Ying on the bed murmured the name repeatedly, watching the tiny child in her husband's arms—the child she had abandoned in a moment of impulse, but who was steadily caught by his father and given such heavy expectations.

Hearing Li Guidai's resounding words, full of tolerance and responsibility, the immense regret, shame, and maternal instincts that surged back like a tide instantly overwhelmed her.

She let out a "waa," unable to hold back any longer, and burst into tears. But this time, the crying was no longer filled with despair and dislike, but with venting, repentance, and heart-wrenching guilt.

Li Guidai held his son, Li Changsheng, and walked to the bedside, carefully placing the child gently beside Zhuge Ying, saying softly:

"Look at him, Yingying, this is our son. A spiritual root doesn't represent everything, the future... is long. Perhaps, our Changsheng will live longer and more freely than anyone in the future."

Zhuge Ying trembled as she reached out her hand, her fingertips carrying immense regret and love, gently touching her son's tender little face again, tears dripping onto the swaddle.