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

”So if given a chance, I should still establish a good relationship with Yuchi. Although it’s unlikely that we’d have any intimate contact, spreading such rumors wouldn’t be good for my husband, and I’m not that kind of person. But by using other means, I might be able to foster a good relationship between him and the Celestial Craft Workshop?”

She pondered.

”What does he care about? I just need to focus on what matters to him. If he cares about the chamber of commerce, then I can help him with that. If he cares about beauty, I can offer him the women from our workshop. If he cares about wealth, then I can grant him some Heavenly Crafted Objects from the workshop in the future.”

”But there’s no need to rush. This is just our first meeting. There will be plenty of opportunities to meet him properly in the future. Once I’m certain that he’s trustworthy and has no ill intent, that’s when our workshop can truly work with him, and perhaps there might be some wondrous outcomes.”

With that thought, Bu Huoran opened her eyes again, a layer of mist covering them as Huoran stood up from the bath. As the holy light filled the room, her undergarments clung to her body, as if hiding something beautiful. She yawned, her lazy waist stretching like a gracefully drunken cat.

She climbed onto her bed.

”Let’s rest first.”

”Matching couplets is something I’m the least good at.”

...

The next day, Yuchi was feeding little Ximo eggs, tears welling up in his eyes.

”Little Ximo, say it again, what’s eight plus eight!”

”It’s sixteen!”

”Phew!”

Yuchi let out a long sigh, looking at his elder brother and the others with a fatherly kindness: ”Did you all hear that? Little Ximo can finally add two-digit numbers!”

Wei Zhe and the others couldn’t help but laugh.

It really wasn’t easy.

The mischievous child is hard to teach; who knows how much hair the teacher has lost.

Then little Ximo, with cheeks puffed out, said, ”Uncle... can I not eat anymore?”

”No.”

Yuchi answered without thinking.

Little Ximo’s big eyes welled up with tears: ”Ow!”

...

After having breakfast at home for a change, Yuchi promptly took little Ximo to the teacher.

Little Ximo was still quite young, her exact age unknown, roughly five or six years old. In a past life, this would be the age for kindergarten’s middle and senior classes; in another year or two, this would be first grade level.

For now, she’s learning a variety of things.

From major events across the Nine Provinces to clothing craftsmanship, and even some mathematics, she’s exposed to a bit of everything. Education is said to be the most vital and expensive investment, yet Wei Laoshi spares no expense in educating his niece, and this teacher is renowned as the best in Xufu Town.

The little girl wakes up around seven o’clock, gets ready by seven thirty, finishes breakfast before eight, and meets the teacher at a quarter past eight, remaining there until eleven thirty. From then until one thirty in the afternoon is break time, and from one thirty to four in the afternoon, it’s back to the teacher’s domain.

From four to four thirty is the teacher’s daily summary and Q&A session, and at four thirty it’s playtime until around eight in the evening. After preparing at eight thirty, it’s time for bed at nine, repeating day after day.

For such a young girl, it’s quite a lot of pressure, but after hearing about Yuan’Er’s childhood, Yuchi feels that little Ximo’s experience isn’t too harsh; his sister Yuan’Er went through the same journey after all.

The more one knows, the more one understands their own weaknesses and remains humble. Though Wei Laoshi dotes on little Ximo, he also refrains from letting her become a disliked person in the future.

Little Ximo seems to understand her third uncle’s intentions; she clings to him affectionately whenever she has time, hanging off his neck, but each time her third uncle sends her to the teacher, she cries miserably for fifteen minutes, truly heart-wrenching.

”This afternoon, Third Uncle will take you to the river to catch shrimp,” Yuchi said, affectionately ruffling her head.

”Ow!” Little Ximo rubbed her reddened eyes, clutching two or three books, as she headed into the courtyard.

In her eyes, the teacher is nothing short of a demon.

Yuchi exchanged grateful nods with the teacher from a distance, feeling immensely thankful.

The teacher, caught between laughter and tears, recognizes Yuchi’s resolve to invest in his niece’s education and signs for him not to worry.

Once Yuchi had settled matters with little Ximo, he temporarily departed from Xufu Town.

After leaving Xufu Town, he reached an isolated spot and returned to the Ascension Gate.

After mingling with the disciples at the Ascension Gate, he brought Luohua back to Xufu Town.

Luohua was astounded, teleporting instantly to Xufu Town; her Sect Leader Senior Brother was truly powerful!

Upon arriving in Xufu Town, confronted with the hustle and bustle, she initially felt a little out of place, finding the clamor a bit unsettling. Not until she regained her composure did she realize she had grown accustomed to the serene and composed environment of the Ascension Gate.

Yuchi chuckled: ”Explain everything to your mother later. When she asks about Zong Liangqing, just say you were too busy, and that I’m your Little Martial Uncle.”

Bu Luohua nodded in agreement; she had learned of the news from her senior sister after much effort. On one hand, the information was shocking, and on the other, such trust was hard-earned. There was no way she could share such details with her mother, not because she distrusted her, but because the Ascension Gate itself was perfectly fine, and there was no need to draw it into unnecessary conflict.

That would be too troublesome.

...

Upon reaching the Wei Family, Bu Huoran was present. When she saw her daughter, her excitement was palpable, closing the gap in a few strides to take a closer look.

Oh!

Her daughter’s azure and gold attire was quite lovely, likely the sect’s uniform. Looking into her daughter’s eyes, despite still having a hint of mischief, there was significantly more restraint!

What is happening!

Is the Ascension Gate truly a deceptive sect? Has her daughter already aligned with the Ascension Gate after such a brief time?! This is just too exaggerated!

Yuchi chuckled: ”Little Sister Luohua, you can go to your mother now.”

Bu Luohua responded with a cheerful ”Hey,” bowing to her Sect Leader Senior Brother, who doubled as her Little Martial Uncle, before darting over to greet her mother.

She hugged her mother briefly, then moved on directly.

Her first words were, ”Mom, I have no issues at all within the sect, so please don’t come to bother me.”

Bu Huoran: ”What?!”

This confirms it, she truly is her daughter!