Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

After destroying the Sect Leader and those elders, he couldn’t be bothered with the young disciples and just let them go, deciding to deal with them if they caused trouble in the future. After wiping out those small fry, he managed to collect quite a bit of gold, silver, Spirit Stones, and some cultivation techniques, ending the looting spree with a haul of over 300,000 Dao Points.

300,000 Dao Points from a single sect isn’t bad at all. And that’s just what’s on the surface; there are likely many hidden treasures that he couldn’t find. But there’s no way he could slowly search through the sect’s premises; he had to get back to Xufu Town to manage other affairs.

These 300,000 Dao Points are indeed quite satisfying; ”Let more enemies like this come my way!”

...

In Jiangzhou City, Yuan’Er and Jiunuan rubbed their eyes and woke up. Once they saw their surroundings, they breathed a heavy sigh of relief. They had been in Jiangzhou City for over ten days, and yesterday, everything was finally settled, and the Immortal Robe Pavilion was finally launched!

It looked very promising, so much so that they were all smiles as they went to bed last night.

Today, however, they planned to temporarily leave Jiangzhou City to return to Xufu Town to share this good news with their big brother Wei. As for the Immortal Robe Pavilion, it had other responsible parties, all reliable people from the Wei Family, arranging garment orders for the pavilion.

”We’re heading back!”

”We must tell big brother Wei all about it!”

...

In Xufu Town, Yuchi spent the day with Bu Huoran, strolling around with little Ximo. These three seemed like a family, with Bu Huoran fitting in seamlessly. The perfectly maintained Bu Huoran seemed like a fruit ripe for the picking.

Truly dependable.

Meanwhile, in the chamber of commerce, Wei Zhe was drenched in cold sweat, having learned about the man’s fate.

”Ah, in today’s world, people just don’t listen to advice. I told you back then to let me handle things, not to mess with my third brother. But you wouldn’t listen. Absolutely insisted on pressuring him; see where that’s gotten you now, with your base ransacked.”

”Why do you keep picking on Wei Lao San? Really think he’s a pushover? You could have come to me directly; I’m certainly easier to talk to than my third brother. But no, you wouldn’t listen.”

”Well, now look at you, now mere dust.”

Wei Zhe was already aware of the news from the authorities—300 people in that stronghold, wiped out in an instant, leaving none alive. According to the accounts from some pitiable souls on the scene, they saw a beautiful woman and a pigeon descending from the sky.

The pigeon cooed twice, and then she began her performance.

A wild slaughter ensued.

”It’s Han Ming, such a mysterious and powerful woman yet can be so thoughtfully arranged by Sanlang. His ability to manage people remains as strong as ever!”

Actually, Wei Zhe didn’t know much about Yuchi’s affairs. He just thought his third brother kept strange company with women, first with Wei Yuan showing up, then Wei Qingzhu, who inexplicably left, followed by Song Yinghan, then Han Ming, and now Bu Huoran.

Initially curious, he’s now used to it. Whatever his third brother does, he trusts he wouldn’t harm them, so he only needs to have faith in him.

”Ah, I just wonder what kind of sect my third brother is involved with.”

”He’s so obedient to his female master.”

”I wonder how beautiful his female master could be!”

...

Another day, Yuchi was still out and about with Bu Huoran, and of course, little Ximo was there, enchanted by Bu Huoran’s grace. With a kind heart, she asked, ”Sister, can you be my third uncle’s wife?”

Bu Huoran: ”...”

Yuchi: ”...”

Ancestral goodness, her daughter is my disciple, so if she becomes the wife, wouldn’t my disciple become my daughter?! Damn, that won’t do, that won’t do.

You can’t talk like that.

Yuchi: ”Kids say the darnedest things, Sister Bu. My sincere apologies.”

Bu Huoran: ”They’re just praising me, why would I hold it against a little girl?”

She was actually quite pleased. Though she didn’t have that kind of relationship with Yuchi, for a little girl to assume she and a youth like Yuchi could be paired meant she was considered young and beautiful. Hahaha, what woman would refuse such a compliment? After all, little girls don’t lie!

Night fell.

At the tea house.

Bu Huoran pinched her voice, leaning against the bed with her arms as a pillow, ”Xufu Town’s sunny medley makes one feel at ease.”

Yuchi nodded, ”Celestial Craft Workshop’s post-rain stories evoke sympathy.”

Bu Huoran turned her head, ”Post-rain stories? What’s that?”

Yuchi, unruffled:

”Celestial Craft Workshop should be deep in the mountains, and where there are mountains, there is often fog and rain. So naturally, after the rain, there would be many stories. It’s just a pity that mountain tales often bring heartache; many don’t come together in the end, mostly resulting in arranged marriages.”

”It sheds light on the woes of arranged marriages, as they can indeed be quite trying at times.”

I don’t buy it; I feel like you’re pulling my leg, but I have no proof. Bu Huoran’s beautiful eyes glanced at Yuchi, ”It’s your turn, please provide the first line of the couplet.”

Ah, big sister, you really never get tired of this. Playing the couplet king, huh? Yuchi chuckled as he pondered, looking out the window at the gradually forming mist: ”When lights first kindle, people first meet; when the plum blossoms, the moon is full.”

So difficult!

Yet it seemed she wasn’t particularly troubled. After a moment’s thought, Bu Huoran blushed slightly and braced herself on the table, whispering softly in Yuchi’s ear.

”When tides rise, the boat can sail; while trapped in the mud, my heart continues to sing.”

Yuchi was taken aback: ”...”

Then: ”You genius!”