Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

After Lu Miaoyun left with the child, Lu Changsheng began crafting talismans under the watchful eye of the Fourth Elder, his magic artifact pen in hand dutifully etching the talisman.

He was making a middle-grade Earth Escape Talisman,

which the Fourth Elder had previously taught him.

Before long, Lu Changsheng completed the Earth Escape Talisman smoothly and expertly.

“Changsheng, you’ve become so proficient with the Earth Escape Talisman?”

Seeing Lu Changsheng fluently complete the talisman, the Fourth Elder’s face immediately lit up with pleasant surprise.

Just over four months ago, she had started teaching him to craft the Earth Escape Talisman.

But at this moment, not only had Lu Changsheng successfully crafted it, but he did so with practiced ease, achieving a success rate of around seventy to eighty percent.

This came as a delightful surprise to her.

She realized at once that Lu Changsheng had by no means neglected the Talisman Path during his time in Nine Dragons Market.

“It’s all thanks to your initial guidance, grandma,”

Lu Changsheng said with a modest laugh, continuing, “Grandma, not only have I mastered the Earth Escape Talisman, but in my recent explorations, I’ve also made inroads into the Frost Talisman, though I’m still not quite proficient and would like to seek your guidance.”

Since he had an inkling of the Fourth Elder’s reasons for her visit, Lu Changsheng naturally had to play his part well and put on a good show.

He had already been considering that his frenzied acquisition of concubines and servants might not sit well with the family.

The Lu Family was bound to have some concerns.

Therefore, he thought it over and concocted a reason or excuse for himself.

“What, you’ve made progress with the Frost Talisman!?”

The Fourth Elder, hearing this, could hardly maintain her composure.

Her graceful facade slipped for a moment, her eyes widened with shock and disbelief as she gazed at Lu Changsheng.

Her look resembled Duan Yanqing’s when he learned that Duan Yu was his own son—astonished disbelief.

“Yes, grandma, I’ve indeed made progress, but I still need more practice,”

Lu Changsheng replied to the elderly lady, managing not to betray any emotion,

Thinking to himself that he may have overplayed his hand.