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

Currently, Ascension Gate has eight disciples. Acquiring eight disciples in a year is quite good, but it’s still not enough. Compared to the Great Tang Prison, Ascension Gate still feels quite lonely. Even though Celestial Craft Workshop might exist, Yuchi has always firmly believed in a most fundamental principle.

Cooperation can be achieved, but one must still be strong on their own. If the Xufu Town United Commerce Association is just a salted fish, even if Celestial Craft Workshop wants to help, they wouldn’t even know how to help. Moreover, others would pity the association, rather than regard it as a legitimate partner.

That won’t do.

If you want others to respect you, you must become strong yourself. Looking at the problem from another angle, if you currently possess the strength of Fellow Daoist Feng in the Ascension Gate competition, being a master at the Spirit Storage Stage, would the Great Tang Prison dare to bear down on you while fleecing you?

That’s impossible.

”Whoever has the bigger fist can speak with reason. It’s crude but true. Only when everyone has fists of equal size can we sit down and talk peacefully.”

Yuchi muttered to himself as he plucked a bird flying by into his arms.

The bird: ”?”

Sitting on the flying sword, the bird felt the thrill of speeding recklessly for the first time. Its neck swung to one side, eyes bulging wide as it was accompanied by a wild surge of spiritual qi, gradually slowing down. Yuchi finally released it, and it staggered as it flapped its wings a few times in the sky.

”Who am I? Where am I? Where should I go?”

As it watched a young boy ride away on a flying sword, lines appeared on its forehead.

...

On the ground.

”This cultivator is interesting.”

”Haha, if you were that bird, you wouldn’t find this cultivator interesting. It’s simply a thrilling speed!”

”Where do you think this cultivator is going?”

”Probably to Tiesi City?”

”How do you know that?”

”I don’t know, I’m just guessing.”

A caravan slowly moved along, these people having departed from Canglan City. They turned out to be those mountain travellers from earlier, mere mortals who traversed several continents. Unexpectedly, after the shopkeeper closed the shop, they had traveled so far.

This time, too, they were heading to Tiesi City.

However, their pace was slow, advancing and halting, and they might not reach Tiesi City for many years.

...

Ding!

Side quest triggered, rewarding a Grade Seven Disciple upon completion. Would you accept it?

Yuchi: ”Accept!”

This time, Yuchi was primarily heading to Tiesi City; of course, he couldn’t just ignore the scenery along the way. Most importantly, if he didn’t frequently land to check if he was heading in the wrong direction and continually correct his course to Tiesi City, who knows where he might end up.

Thus, this seemed like a rundown little town.

It had been a full ten days since leaving Xufu Town, and upon arriving in this unknown small town, Yuchi just wanted to have a sip of tea for the taste. He wasn’t someone who particularly liked tea before, but after drinking a lot, it’s almost addictive.

Arriving at a new place, he always checked for new tea brews, so after reaching this small town, Yuchi casually found an inn, listening to the storyteller’s occasional words while quietly gazing at the scenery outside the window.

To be honest, the local dialect of such small towns posed a big problem, and guessing the meaning of others’ words was mostly guesswork, catching only one word out of ten.

Just as Yuchi was getting a bit drowsy, his eyes suddenly spotted a disciple with a Spirit Root of Grade Seven. He instantly became alert!

A Grade Seven disciple, and more importantly, a female disciple! Upon further inspection, she was a young girl, and further still, she was imprisoned!

Isn’t that right, a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years, locked in a prison cart, face ashen, walking in front with another younger girl confined in another prison cart behind her? However, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl had a Spirit Root of Grade Seven, while the other had no Spirit Root.

The girl without a Spirit Root was wailing bitterly, her throat hoarse from crying.

What happened? Can a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl possibly do something so heinous?

I can’t understand.

Yuchi sought out the inn waiter to inquire about what was happening.

Yuchi: ”Why is this girl being detained?”

Inn Waiter: ”#$$%#&@#%”

Yuchi: ”Oh.”

What was that for?

The other party didn’t speak a word he could understand. Isn’t the lingua franca supposed to be the official language of Xufu Town? This language is not one of Xufu Town’s at all; it’s practically a unique dialect.

Helplessly, Yuchi swiftly paid up and discreetly followed the procession at a distance, clearly able to see guards beside the prison cart, though whether they belonged to the Defense Department was unknown.

Or perhaps, it’s uncertain if this small town had any of the Four Major Institutions at all.

”The Four Major Institutions are scorned at ordinary times, but without them, more terrifying things will devour you.”