Sitting cross-legged on the meditation cushion, Zhou Luo was momentarily stunned before wild joy rushed onto his face.
I am going to be a father?
Although he was prepared for this, he had not expected the day to arrive so quickly.
For a moment, Zhou Luo could hardly process it.
But he quickly recovered his senses and, suppressing his boundless excitement, silently chanted in his mind, “I want to draw a prize.”
In the next second, a stark white prize wheel appeared in his vision.
The wheel was divided into seven areas.
They were: Skills, Cultivation Methods, Spiritual Treasures, Spirit Beasts, Magical Artifacts, Spirit Pills, and Other.
It was rather generous; at least there was no “Thank You for Participating” written on it.
Overjoyed, Zhou Luo immediately began the draw.
With a stir of his mind, a golden cluster of light suddenly emerged in one of the white wheel’s areas, and in the next breath, the light began to spin wildly across the seven sections.
Zhou Luo could not help but grow tense.
Although he was guaranteed to draw something.
Who knew whether the item would be good or bad…
In his past life, he had seen plenty of deceptive systems in novels.
Ten seconds later.
The golden light gradually slowed down. Zhou Luo stared intently at the glow until it ground to a complete halt.
*Ding—*
Within the golden light, the word “Skills” filled his vision.
Before Zhou Luo could react, a mechanical prompt chimed in his ears.
[Congratulations, Host, for obtaining a First-Rank Poison-Making Skill!]
[The Reward has been automatically issued to the Host’s inventory. Please check it!]
As the white prize wheel faded into the void, Zhou Luo directed his mind inward.
An inventory screen with a nine-square grid appeared.
In the first slot sat an item with a “skull” icon.
The moment Zhou Luo looked at it, the icon’s details hovered into view.
[First-Rank Poison-Making Skill: Upon use, you will instantly comprehend the first-rank poison-making skill at maximum mastery, along with a comprehensive compendium of poisons.]
“Poison-making?”
Zhou Luo’s expression stiffened, revealing a complex mix of emotions.
As expected.
The deceptive system might be late, but it never failed to arrive.
To say this poison-making skill was entirely useless to his current self would be inaccurate; it was just practically useless.
Was he supposed to rely on it to poison the entire Lin family to death?
If it were second-rank or higher, it might be a bit more realistic.
This first-rank skill could kill Qi Refining cultivators at best. If his actions were ever exposed, he would probably be slapped to death by the Lin family’s Foundation Establishment Ancestor.
Furthermore, poison was an insidious thing that harmed others without benefiting oneself. It was not highly regarded among other skills, and once discovered, he would likely be branded an evil cultivator.
For Zhou Luo, who only wanted to lay low, this was simply a hot potato.
But adhering to the principle that something was better than nothing, Zhou Luo still intended to use this skill.
At the very least, he would have a means to preserve his life, and he could prevent others from poisoning him.
Thus, he chose to use it without hesitation. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
Soon, the icon in the inventory slot faded away. At the same time, a massive amount of knowledge and information flooded his mind.
This information was all about poison-making techniques and first-rank poisons.
Titles like *How the Poison King is Refined*, *The Poisons We Brewed Together in Our Youth*, and *One Thousand and One Ways to Poison Someone to Death* appeared.
It made Zhou Luo’s scalp tingle.
He wondered if he was truly about to walk the irreversible path of an evil cultivator.
However, he quickly calmed down.
Poison-making was just a method; the key lay within himself.
As long as he held fast to his original heart, he certainly would not go astray.
With that thought, the pressure in his heart was swept clean.
After the influx of poison-making knowledge, Zhou Luo suddenly felt a strong urge to craft some poison.
But this was a matter of great importance. Poison-making was not like cultivation; it required many tools and could easily be noticed.
Moreover, many toxic medicinal herbs were basically kept under strict watch. The slightest slip-up would draw the Lin family’s attention.
Once discovered, his little life would definitely be forfeit.
Yet, he could not simply leave this mountain of gold untested.
Zhou Luo simply gave up on his cultivation for the day and began to ponder a viable plan.
This thinking lasted until evening.
*Knock, knock, knock—*
A series of knocks sounded from outside the door.
It was Lin Qinghan’s maid, Xiao Lan.
Zhou Luo opened the door, and the little girl lowered her head respectfully. “Young Master, the Young Miss asks you to join her for dinner.”
It seemed that because of Lin Qinghan, her attitude toward him had also changed.
“I understand.”
Zhou Luo nodded.
Not long after, he arrived at the dining hall.
A large round table was set in the hall. Lin Qinghan, wearing a white dress, sat upright there, her expression cool, giving off a serene and detached feeling.
When Zhou Luo sat down beside her, her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and her voice was calm. “How is your cultivation?”
“I have only just reached the Novice stage,” Zhou Luo responded, though his gaze fell upon the table.
Although there were only the two of them eating, the dinner was extremely lavish.
There were various vegetables and rice containing Spiritual Qi, and even Demon Beast meat. It looked absolutely delicious just from the sight of it.
Furthermore, after these foods entered the body, they would be extremely beneficial to cultivation.
Great families truly were different.
“Mmh, let us eat,” Lin Qinghan did not ask further, picking up her chopsticks to take some food.
“Wait a moment.”
Suddenly, Zhou Luo called out.
Lin Qinghan’s right hand stopped in mid-air, her brows furrowing slightly.
“This meat is too fatty, it’s bad for your health,” Zhou Luo said. He picked up a piece of Spirit Chicken meat and placed it into her bowl. “Eat this, this is nutritious.” This story is hosted at novelping . com.
Before Lin Qinghan could speak, Zhou Luo continued to pick up food for her. “And this… this, these are all highly nourishing foods.”
Before long, the small bowl in front of Lin Qinghan had “piled up into a mountain.”
She turned her head to look at Zhou Luo’s earnest expression, feeling it was somewhat inexplicable.
At this moment, Zhou Luo thoughtfully served her a bowl of chicken soup. “This is a bit hot, you must be careful.”
Lin Qinghan’s beautiful eyes rippled.
She thought to herself: *I am a Qi Refining cultivator, would I be afraid of heat?*
*What exactly is he plotting? Or does he have some sort of motive?*
What Lin Qinghan did not know was that Zhou Luo was purely worried about her body.
After all, through the system, he already knew about Lin Qinghan’s pregnancy.
Although he had been forced into becoming a father, Zhou Luo still appeared exceptionally cautious and attentive.
“Do you have a matter to discuss?”
After dinner, Lin Qinghan finally could not help but ask.
“Nothing is wrong, I am just concerned about your health,” Zhou Luo said without thinking.
Lin Qinghan’s expression shifted slightly. Her heart was actually touched, and her originally cold expression gradually softened.
“However, there actually is one thing I want to discuss with you.”
At this time, Zhou Luo suddenly spoke.
“Speak?”
Perhaps due to what just happened, her tone was much softer.
“I want to refine pills,” Zhou Luo looked at her eyes and said earnestly.
Exactly.
Zhou Luo intended to use pill refining to cover up the fact that he was refining poison.
Anyway, the tools used for both were basically similar; when the time came, others would not suspect him.
“You want to refine pills?” Lin Qinghan’s expression showed surprise, and she frowned. “Do you know that the threshold for pill refining is very high? Without someone to guide you, it is as difficult as ascending the heavens. How could you have such an idea?”
“Having many skills does not weigh one down. Since I am idle anyway, I want to give it a try,” Zhou Luo brought out his excuse.
“Is this something you can just try?” Lin Qinghan said, before suddenly thinking of something in the next second. Her expression turned cold. “No wonder you were so attentive just now, it turns out it was for this matter.”
“No, I was truly just worried about your health,” Zhou Luo cried foul.
When he was picking up the food earlier, he truly hadn’t thought that much.
But Lin Qinghan obviously did not want to listen to his explanation. She stood up and walked outside, seemingly angry.
Zhou Luo looked helpless.
So caring for her was a mistake now?
Sigh!
It seemed this method would not work; he had to think of another way.
Just as Zhou Luo was pondering bitterly.
The maid Xiao Lan suddenly walked in and placed a light blue ancient book in front of him. “The Young Miss said to give this to you.”
Seeing the four large characters *Introduction to Pill Refining* on the ancient book, Zhou Luo’s eyes lit up.
He looked at the maid Xiao Lan in pleasant surprise.
“The Young Miss said the other tools will be prepared for you tomorrow,” Xiao Lan spoke.
A smile appeared on Zhou Luo’s face.
It seemed this wife of his was also a woman with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.