After the Freshman Tournament ended, the first‑year students all went on winter break.

Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan didn’t rush home—they planned to stay in the dorm for a day first and then go back.

“Xiao Chen, what do you think I should buy with these 400‑plus credits?”

In the living room, staring at the several‑hundred points of credits on the school app, Shen Qinghan couldn’t decide and asked Lin Zichen beside her.

Lin Zichen thought for a moment and suggested, “Use them to buy Reblood Pills—they can boost your body‑tempering efficiency. And pick up some gifts to take back to your parents.”

“Then Reblood Pills it is. I’ll use the remaining credits for gifts for Mom and Dad. Mmmm, I should buy some for Aunt Xin and Uncle Sheng too.”

Accepting his suggestion, Shen Qinghan started placing orders nonstop in the credit mall.

Lin Zichen also opened the credit mall; he ordered the same things—Reblood Pills and gifts for both sets of parents.

However, what he ordered were Advanced Reblood Pills.

The effect of an Advanced Reblood Pill was ten times that of an ordinary one.

The price was correspondingly much higher, but still acceptable.

Over the coming winter break, Lin Zichen planned to push his tempering progress to Threefold Tempering consummation.

To accomplish that in just over a month, spending big was essential.

He had to pour money into Reblood Pills.

Ding‑dong!

The doorbell rang.

Shen Qinghan went to open it and saw a tall girl at the door.

The girl introduced herself as the Student Union’s vice president, there to invite Shen Qinghan to join the Student Union, promising to groom her as a presidential seed candidate.

There were many accompanying perks as well.

For example, at least one personal coaching session per week from the Student Union president; the chance to lead a department to develop leadership ability; a certain credit stipend every month; and so on.

Shen Qinghan didn’t like the Student Union. After patiently listening, she politely smiled and declined, saying she wasn’t planning to join any organization for the time being.

The vice president smiled, “There’s no need to refuse so quickly. You can think it over carefully during the winter break and decide when the next term begins.”

“Mm, I will.”

Shen Qinghan nodded perfunctorily.

After the girl left, she immediately went to gripe to Lin Zichen, “The Student Union is so high‑and‑mighty. It’s like just because they came to recruit me, I have to join—and if I don’t, I’m the one losing out.”

“That’s how it is. In the school, the Student Union are the alphas. A bit of arrogance is normal.”

Hesitating a moment, Shen Qinghan voiced a bold idea, “Xiao Chen, the campus climate is awful right now. You’re so strong—why don’t you be the president? I’ll be the vice president and help you run the school. And the president gets a credit stipend—five hundred credits a month. If I’m vice president, that’s another hundred a month. Then we won’t have to worry about credits anymore—straight to credit freedom!”

As she spoke, she got a little excited, as if she could already see a beautiful future.

Lin Zichen smiled, “Sounds good. I’ve thought about it too—but let’s see how things go first.”

* * *

Early the next morning, the two grabbed their luggage and headed out to the outer campus to stay with their parents.

That evening, both families went to a nearby hotel on the outer campus and booked a private room for a group dinner.

Over the meal, the two sets of parents didn’t stop teasing Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan, laughing as they told the two of them to have a baby as soon as they graduated so the grandparents could help raise it.

Lin Zichen just smiled and said nothing.

Thin‑skinned, Shen Qinghan was mortified by the teasing; her face stayed bright red the whole time.

After dinner, each family went home.

As soon as they entered, Zhang Wanxin kneaded her shoulder with a gloomy face, “The older you get, the more body troubles you have. My shoulders feel stiff at the drop of a hat—it’s torture.”

Hearing that, Lin Zichen spoke up dutifully at once, “Mom, lie down on the sofa and I’ll massage your shoulders.”

Zhang Wanxin immediately beamed, “Good son—Mom was waiting for you to say that!”

Lin Yansheng came over, “Xiao Chen, after you’re done with your mom, massage me too.”

“Of course,” Lin Zichen said with a smile, “I’ll give you massages every day this winter break—morning, noon and night. Master Lin at your service whenever you call.”

“Haha, worthy of being our great son!”

Grinning from ear to ear, Lin Yansheng thought to himself that with a son this accomplished and considerate, he must have saved the galaxy in a past life.

As father and son spoke, Zhang Wanxin had already taken off her shoes and lain down on the sofa, hands folded under her head like a pillow.

Seeing that, Lin Zichen went over and sat beside her, using practiced technique to knead her shoulders.

Mother and son chatted the whole time—mostly Zhang Wanxin sighing.

“Sigh, time spares no one. I feel like I’ve aged a lot these past few years. The wrinkles at the corners of my eyes are especially obvious when I smile.”

“Mom, you’re not old at all—you look no different from a fresh‑thirty young wife. If we told people outside you were my older sister, no one would doubt it.”

“At least you’re a considerate son who knows how to cheer up his old mother—much better at talking than your father.”

Then she added, “But I’m already in my forties, basically the age to be a grandma—just waiting to hold a grandchild. I hope you and Hanhan can get married and have a baby as soon as you graduate. Otherwise, without a little one at home, it feels incomplete—lacking vitality.”

She added, “One isn’t enough—two would be better, three is fine too. However many you have, I won’t think it’s too many. I’ll help raise them all.”

“Mm. I’ll do my best and try to let you hold a grandchild when I graduate.”

“That’s settled then. Don’t you go back on it later and say you don’t want kids. Young people nowadays love freedom and say they won’t have children at the drop of a hat.”

Lin Yansheng scoffed, “It’s not that young people love freedom and won’t have kids—it’s that the pressure is too big so they can’t. If you had money, who wouldn’t want a house full of children and grandchildren?”

Rolling her eyes at him, Zhang Wanxin said, “Alright, we get it—you’re clever. Now shut your mouth; you’re getting on my nerves.”

Listening to his parents, Lin Zichen couldn’t help smiling.

They still loved bantering with each other like when they were young—some things never change.

It had that bickering‑couple vibe.

* * *

An hour later, Zhang Wanxin felt great and sat up from the sofa, satisfied.

Seeing that, Lin Yansheng hurried over and lay down on the sofa, “Xiao Chen, focus on my lower back—it’s been sore lately. It takes a lot of effort to straighten up.”

“Okay.”

Lin Zichen agreed and quickly got to massaging his father’s back.

Enjoying the massage, Lin Yansheng sighed, “Once you hit middle age, your body goes downhill. Your energy fades day by day. I’ll have to take better care of my health.”

Lin Zichen said nothing, but took it to heart.

* * *

Another hour later, the massage was over.

Lin Zichen took out his phone and opened the credit mall to buy all kinds of pricey tonics for his parents.

Beauty‑enhancing ones.

Ones for virility.

Ones to calm the nerves and sharpen the mind.

If it was good for his parents’ bodies, he just placed the order with his eyes closed—without even looking at the price.

When he checked out, he had spent nearly one hundred credits—about the equivalent of one million yuan.

No amount of money was too much to spend on his parents.

He only hoped they could age more slowly—ideally stay forever young.

This was a world of extraordinary power.

There were all kinds of heaven‑sent treasures.

As long as he evolved strong enough, there would surely be a way to make his parents immortal.

The only uncertainty was whether they could live long enough to see that day.

‘I hope I can improve faster…’

So Lin Zichen wished in his heart.