To Zhou Yang, a Tribulation Crossing True Immortal, four hundred years might not have seemed especially long. It was merely the time he had spent cultivating two Immortal Arts and Supernatural Abilities.
But for a lineage, four hundred years was enough for several generations of its low- and mid-level cultivators to be replaced.
During those four hundred years, Zhou Yang's grandson Zhou Tonghui and granddaughter Zhou Tongyue had successively married and borne children, producing descendants of his great-grandchildren's generation.
The list in his hand now recorded three great-grandsons, four great-granddaughters, two great-grandsons through his daughters, one great-granddaughter through his daughters, and even three great-great-grandsons and great-great-granddaughters!
Even a Golden Core Stage cultivator could not guarantee with absolute certainty that their descendants would possess spiritual roots.
And unfortunately, because Zhou Tonghui had married one principal wife and taken five concubines, two of those concubines had each borne him a child without spiritual root aptitude.
Although those two descendants without spiritual root aptitude could not cultivate, they had enjoyed every luxury and honor while alive. With wives and concubines in droves, they produced many descendants, and those descendants without spiritual root aptitude had in turn produced many more descendants—children begetting children, grandchildren begetting grandchildren, an endless stream without end!
The three who had come with Zhou Tonghui this time were merely three among them with good spiritual root aptitude. Their true numbers far exceeded that figure.
That was why Zhou Yang had mocked himself so bitterly after receiving Zhou Tonghui's message.
Of course, he did not actually object to it.
A flourishing progeny was, after all, a good thing. Since these juniors had chosen such a path, all he needed to do was bestow a few more gifts of moderate value.
"Hui'er, Yue'er, I do not wish to ask about or interfere