Every child gives me a new SSS skill. My family became the strongest bloodline in the immortal realm.

Transmigrated into a cultivation world with mediocre talent and no hope of Foundation Building — until he awakens the "Bloodline Clock," a mystical artifact that lets him imprint talents from his own descendants and absorb them into himself. No army-building. No naive charity. Just steady, grounded growth through farming, strategic marriages, and raising heirs. Starting from a tiny Qi-Condensing clan in Qinghe County, he collects talents one by one — alchemy, artifact forging, formations, talismans — and leads his family to put down deep roots in this merciless immortal world. Chen Jing'an is reborn into a minor cultivation clan with nothing but a few Qi-Condensing elders to its name. His spiritual root test comes back mediocre. His path to immortality seems doomed before it even begins. But he doesn't accept that fate. Nor does he chase shortcuts — no murdering for treasures, no overnight meteoric rise. Then chance awakens the "Bloodline Clock," a dormant heirloom sealed in his blood — Every child he fathers imprints a fragment of their innate talent back onto him. Spiritual root purity. Instinct for alchemy. Affinity for formations. Feel for talismans. Bit by bit, piece by piece — all talents flow to one source. From that day, he walks a different road: Not a lone wolf chasing glory, but a patriarch spreading branches and nurturing every generation. Not a plunderer, but a builder — farming, trading, forging alliances, passing down legacy. Not soft-hearted, nor a warmonger. Every step is slow — but every step takes root. While geniuses risk their lives in deadly secret realms, he plants the first spirit rice in the back mountain. While sect disciples slaughter each other over a single artifact, he sits in the clan hall, compiling the talisman insights his children brought home. Centuries later, that Qi-Condensing nobody has mastered a hundred arts. And that tiny family with barely three rooms to its name — now stands with branches spread wide, roots sunk deep into the soil. — This is a story about taking root. Slow-burn. But every inch of growth is planted in solid ground.