Xian Menglian's Birth, Five-star Azure Obsidian Peak

[System Notification: Congratulations Host, Madam Yun Ling has successfully given birth to a child with Ordinary Bone Root!]

[Congratulations Host, you have gained ten years of lifespan. Remaining lifespan: eighty years.]

[Congratulations Host, your strength has increased by one hundred, reaching the level of a Five-star Azure Obsidian Martial Artist.]

[Congratulations Host, you have obtained a Mid-grade Two-rank Enlightenment Pill!]

[Congratulations Host, you have obtained a Mid-grade Two-rank item - Intermediate Inscribed Pattern Summoning Scroll!]

"Congratulations, Master! Congratulations, Master! Madam has given birth to a young lady!" Ziyan, holding the newborn infant, ran out excitedly to show Xian He.

Six years. She had been in the Inner World for almost six years. Including this time, she had assisted Madam in childbirth three times.

It was strange. Madam Yun Ling had already had three children, yet she didn't show any signs of aging and still looked like a young girl.

As for herself, she had already become an old maid in her twenties.

Ziyan looked at the strong Xian He, a flicker of desire flashing in her eyes. She secretly thought, When will I also be able to become a mother?

Although her appearance wasn't as sweet as Madam Yun Ling's, nor as pretty as Chen Jingjing's, she had a good figure. Curvy with long legs. As long as her face was covered, she was still presentable.

Xian He was looking at his precious daughter, Xian Menglian, with a loving gaze, completely unaware of Ziyan's thoughts about him.

Even if he knew, Xian He wouldn't entertain the idea. Firstly, it wouldn't meet the System's requirements. Secondly, he only considered Ziyan a friend and had no romantic interest in her whatsoever.

"Was Grandma Chen the one who delivered the baby this time?" Xian He suddenly asked. Although nourished by the Spiritual Energy of the Inner World, Grandma Chen's physical condition was deteriorating. She probably had at most another ten years to live.

After Grandma Chen passes away, he hoped Chen Jingjing or Ziyan could take over the important responsibility.

Ziyan, holding the child, had a trace of admiration in her eyes. She replied gently, "No, it was Chen Jingjing this time. Madam's labor was very smooth. There were no complications during the birth of the second young master and the third young lady."

"That's good!" Xian He nodded.

Speaking of which, why was Ziyan staring at him and swallowing? Was she hungry?

Xian He looked up at the sun. It was almost noon.

She must be hungry!

He went into the house to visit Yun Ling. After her previous two births, she would be exhausted and fall asleep. This time, however, she was awake and lively, as if nothing had happened.

"Where are Da Bao and Er Bao?" Yun Ling asked, blinking her big blue eyes, worried.

Da Bao was already four years old, and Er Bao was almost two. They were at the age where they loved to cause trouble. With her not around, she didn't know what mischief they might be up to.

Xian He sat by the bed, holding Yun Ling's fair and tender little hand, and said softly, "Don't worry. Muyang is watching them, so there won't be any problems."

With more and more children, the servants were becoming insufficient. He planned to buy some new slaves.

There were so many kilograms of eggs and chicken stored in the cold storage; it was enough to buy ten slaves.

While Grandma Chen was still strong, he wanted her to utilize her remaining energy to help him select a few more useful slaves like Muyang and Ziyan.

He wondered if the inventory in the cold storage was enough to buy that pair of sisters who strongly resembled Rem and Ram.

"My dear wife, what would you like to eat for lunch? Wild vegetable dumplings or Eight-baked Chicken?" Xian He asked with a smile.

Currently, the best dish he could make was the Eight-baked Chicken, a Third-rank dish. Consuming it could temporarily increase one's comprehension by 18%.

He had initially thought his Grandmaster Level 1 culinary skills could produce Seventh-rank dishes. After asking the System, he learned that a Seventh-rank kitchen was required to make Seventh-rank dishes.

The current kitchen was an extremely ordinary, common kitchen. It didn't even have a rank. Cooking Third-rank dishes was already its limit.

Yun Ling tilted her head, narrowed her big eyes, and thought for a moment. "Chicken... I guess? But not Eight-baked Chicken. Beggars Chicken. I'm getting sick of eating Eight-baked Chicken all the time."

"..." Xian He fell silent.

Theoretically, a Second-rank dish could increase the probability of giving birth to a child with Ordinary Bone Root, and a Third-rank dish could increase the probability of giving birth to a child with Good Bone Root.

He had Yun Ling eat Eight-baked Chicken because he wanted her to have a more outstanding child.

"System, why is it that even after Yun Ling ate Eight-baked Chicken for two years, she still gave birth to a daughter with Ordinary Bone Root?"

[Although your wife consumed Third-rank dishes during her pregnancy, the increase in the probability of giving birth to a child with Good Bone Root is not significant.]

[Fruits, vegetables, poultry, beast meat, and fish. Each type of dish can only increase the probability by 10%.]

[In addition to dishes, clothing and housing can each increase the probability by 25%.]

[Your wife's current probability of giving birth to a child with Good Bone Root is 45%. She didn't give birth this time, but perhaps she will next time.]

"Meaning, if I gather all seven of these items, my wife will have a 100% chance of giving birth to a child with Good Bone Root?"

[Yes!]

[However, Madam Yun Ling's potential is limited. No matter how high-grade the dishes she eats, how high-grade the clothes she wears, or how high-grade the house she lives in, she can at most give birth to a child with Good Bone Root.]

"What if her potential is limited? No matter how many wives I marry in the future, she will always be the one I love the most. I will never neglect her!" Xian He clenched his fist unconsciously.