Wang Yingjie felt his nose sting, and he could not help but throw back his head and laugh wildly.
He had been stationed on Profound Moon Island for several years. Most of that time, he had devoted himself to bitter cultivation, turning a blind eye to the two female cultivators of different surnames, all in the hope of reaching Foundation Establishment.
Quite a few clansmen had urged him to accept his fate, take several more wives and concubines, and bear more children with spiritual roots. But Wang Yingjie did not agree. Would that not simply mean treading the old generation's worn path? Could those with Five Spiritual Roots never turn their fortunes around? Were they destined to become nothing but breeding tools?
He did not want a life whose future could be seen at a glance. He wanted to change his fate. He cultivated diligently and worked hard to earn spirit stones for medicinal pills, yet the result was that he remained stuck in place. After Lan Xueyun had been stationed there for several years, she had advanced from the Fourth Level of Qi Refining to the Fifth Level of Qi Refining.
There had been many times when Wang Yingjie had wanted to give up. He could marry several young and beautiful wives and concubines; with the family's protection, living out his life in peace and happiness would not be a problem.
He had also lamented the unfairness of fate. Why did he have Five Spiritual Roots while others had Triple Spirit Roots? Even Four Spiritual Roots would have been good. To this day, the Wang Family had never produced a Five Spiritual Roots cultivator who achieved Foundation Establishment.
After venting his grievances, Wang Yingjie thought of the expectations his parents had held for him while they were alive, and