Loss of Virginity

As night fell, when Sanbao dragged his exhausted body and mind back to his bedroom in the backyard of the Luo Mansion, he was surprised to find Old Luo sitting in the room waiting for him.

"Uncle, you're here?" Sanbao asked softly, too tired to mind his manners as he collapsed onto the bed.

"Sanbao, I have seen your situation today. Your body is very weak, and logically, you shouldn't be working this hard. But I know you have grand goals, and I will fully support this. Starting tomorrow, I will designate the area at the foot of Deer Mountain as a restricted zone. You can cultivate there with peace of mind; I will handle everything else! Alright, get some rest. I'm leaving~"

Old Luo came and went like the wind, disappearing from the room in the blink of an eye.

"Young Master Three, let me wipe you down," Meimei appeared from out of nowhere, carrying a large basin of hot water.

"Mm~"

Sanbao was so tired he could only let out a faint murmur before quickly falling asleep...

Early the next morning, a cry of surprise rang out from a side room in the backyard of the Luo Mansion.

"Young Master Three, what's wrong?" Meimei rushed into Sanbao's room in a panic.

"I, why am I only wearing my underpants, and who changed them for me?" Sanbao asked, stuttering while clutching the quilt to his chest.

"Oh, Young Master Three was covered in sweat yesterday, so I took off your clothes and wiped you down while I was at it..."

Meimei answered quickly and calmly, though her face turned red a moment later. How old is Young Master Three anyway? He's actually acting shy, she thought to herself.

"I, my (first time)..." Sanbao gave an awkward smile, unable to say anything else.

"Oh, right, the Second Young Master came to see you yesterday. He said he wanted to share some good news, saying that the Eldest Young Master beat the group of bastards from the Yan Clan until they were running for their lives..." Perhaps noticing her master's embarrassment, Meimei hurriedly changed the subject.

"Alright, I understand. I'm going to the back mountain today, you don't need to follow me." Sanbao knew the strength of the Luo Clan well; naturally, it was not something that the so-called Yan Clan could compare to.

The bitter and exhausting cultivation began to completely dominate Sanbao's life from this day on.

Three months later.

Sanbao's first complete stone carving was finally born. Although it looked like just a few simple horizontal and vertical strokes, it had consumed almost an entire day of Sanbao's mental energy.

"Not bad, a great improvement~"

Circling this extremely ordinary stone carving, Sanbao looked very satisfied. He was satisfied with far more than just this piece of work; he was satisfied with the soul cultivation technique taught to him by the Saint Ancestor.

In these three months, Sanbao could clearly feel the improvement in his mental power (soul power). At the beginning, he had to stop and rest for a while after drawing for about a quarter of an hour, but now he only needed to rest two or three times in an entire morning, and that was partly due to physical exhaustion.

"The Saint Ancestor is indeed the Saint Ancestor; he truly has his own unique methods!" While feeling satisfied with his cultivation progress, Sanbao felt an added layer of admiration for the Saint Ancestor, whose image remained vague in his mind.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, Sanbao felt the world spinning. Before he could even exhale a breath of stale air, he fainted.

"Young Master Three, are you awake? What happened to you?" Meimei's voice drifted over.

When Sanbao woke up again, he was already lying in his side room. Beside him, Old Luo, Caiguang, Caiyue, and the maid Meimei were all looking at him with concern.

"I don't know either. I just suddenly fainted. But I should be fine now." Sanbao was also bewildered. He had been so happy, and then he suddenly passed out—it was truly a case of extreme joy turning into sorrow.

"Alright, you all step out. I have something to say to Sanbao," Old Luo waved his hand, and the room instantly fell silent.

"Sanbao, is your body particularly weak lately? You have entered a dangerous period in your bloodline activation. You must be very careful. I don't think you should go to the back mountain to cultivate anymore, lest something unexpected happens..."

"Uncle, I will be careful. Don't worry~" Sanbao nodded, though he did not agree to stop his cultivation.

"I originally intended to intervene in this matter, but Lord Thirteen specifically instructed me before he left, saying that you are a person with strong opinions and can make your own decisions. I didn't quite believe it at first, but after these few months, I have come to understand that your maturity is far beyond your peers. So, I won't say too much, but there are some things I still want to tell you. You are still young, after all; there is no need to take such a big risk. Even if you delay your cultivation by a year..."

After a heartfelt speech, Old Luo left in a dejected mood.

As it turned out, Sanbao was completely unmoved, simply explaining that he understood his own situation. This left Old Luo feeling very helpless; this Prince Cheng was not only firm in his resolve but also stubborn to the core.

On the surface, Sanbao seemed impervious to Old Luo's words, but in reality, he knew that Old Luo's concern was necessary.

However, just as Sanbao had said, he knew his own body. Although he had accidentally fainted once, his body was far from reaching a point where he could not cultivate. After all, this stone carving technique cultivated mental power, and the primary consumption was mental energy; physical strength was merely an auxiliary factor.

Previously, he had simply not paid enough attention to his physical condition, which led to a minor accident. As long as he was more careful in the future, it shouldn't be a big problem.

After this minor incident, Sanbao became even more focused on his stone carvings. He knew that perhaps he didn't have much time left to devote himself so wholeheartedly. Thirteen had said that his body would continue to deteriorate until the bloodline was fully activated, which meant that one day he might truly be confined to his bed, unable to move.

The withered leaves fell, the mountains turned a scorched yellow, and in the blink of an eye, the end of the year arrived.

Sanbao had been in this world for nearly a year. As he grew more familiar with this world, he gradually adapted to his new body and identity, and of course, he held even greater expectations for the future.

On New Year's Eve, including Sanbao, over a dozen members of the Luo Clan gathered in the Luo Clan Ancestral Hall, a restricted area in the backyard.

The year-end ancestral sacrifice was one of the most solemn activities for almost every family, and the Luo Clan was no exception.

Starting with the Clan Head Luo Dingyi, followed by Luo Kaifeng, Luo Kaiyu, Sanbao, Luo Caiyang, Luo Caiguang, Luo Caiyue, and then the wives of the Luo Clan, everyone knelt in the central hall of the ancestral hall. Above the hall, there were no ancestral tablets; only an antique hanging scroll was suspended on the high wall. On the scroll, there was nothing else, only the character "Luo" that only the Tianlan Luo Clan could recognize.

Although it was just a simple "Luo" character, it was the faith of the entire clan. It was precisely because of this "Luo" character that they possessed talent and strength that ordinary people could only look up to.

On the altar table below, a table was filled with offerings of flowers, vegetables, fruits, pork, beef, dog, and sheep.

"Ancestors of the Luo Clan, Dingyi has brought the descendants to pray to you. Another year has passed, and our Luo Clan has seen significant changes. First, the eldest brother's heir, Sanbao, has returned to the clan. This is a great joy for our Luo Clan. Then, Caiguang, Caiyue, and the others are growing up strong. Caiguang is now a two-star Spirit Scholar, and even Caiyue has reached the sixth stage of Spirit Entry..."

Following Luo Dingyi's long speech, everyone's faces showed expressions of joy. Compared to last year, all matters in the Luo Mansion were proceeding in an orderly manner, the clan's influence was becoming more stable, and the strength of the direct descendants, who were the core power of the Luo Clan, was steadily rising—not to mention the addition of Sanbao, a direct bloodline.

One must know that the Luo Clan's connections were very thin; having one more direct bloodline meant having one more hope.

"Sanbao, this is your first time participating in the ancestral sacrifice. Come, light a stick of incense," as the sacrifice neared its end, Old Luo looked at Sanbao with deep meaning before calling out to him.

Old Luo had seen Sanbao's performance over the past six months, and he was delighted in his heart.

A ten-year-old boy who had confined himself to a small world for a full half-year—this level of perseverance and determination alone determined that his future achievements would be anything but low.

Sanbao nodded, silently walking to the front of the crowd. As the incense sticks in his hands slowly ignited, it was also the first time Sanbao knelt alone before the ancestors of the Luo Clan.

"Thank you, ancestors of the Luo Clan, for giving me a brand-new life and body. I swear that I will do everything in my power to help the Luo Clan return to its peak, and I hope that your spirits in heaven will grant me further protection and bestow upon me powerful innate strength..." Sanbao knelt and bowed silently, praying inwardly.

In this special setting and atmosphere, Sanbao almost completely immersed himself in his role, and the blood in his veins seemed to be slowly igniting as well.

At this moment, he was not only the Sanbao of his past life, but also the Prince Cheng he had never met.

Standing up, Sanbao's gaze was firm and profound, echoing the character Luo on the hanging scroll from afar.