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

As a lovable disciple, it is quite normal to test the master’s capabilities.

”If you’re afraid, you can leave. I won’t blame you; I will just despise you.” Zong Qingkuang gently parted his lips, his soft and delicate voice innocently drifting over.

”Leave? Leaving is impossible. I can only blend in, living off the land. I absolutely love this banquet. Look at all the good people here; they speak well and have a strong intent to kill—truly an adorable place of purgatory.”

Yuchi laughed, tightly gripping his right hand, pulling Zong Qingkuang closer, feeling the smooth warmth beside him. Yuchi spoke up: ”Nice to meet you, I am Zong Liangqing.”

The crowd turned their heads and spat on the ground: ”Tsk!!!”

Yuchi: ”...”

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The banquet began. Such banquets were not meant for eating; everyone understood the etiquette. Before arriving, they ate until seventy percent full, allowing them to nibble a bit without being starved by the unique circumstances of the banquet. Yuchi and Zong Qingkuang parted ways upon entering the venue.

Yuchi was shrouded by a cloud, the men surrounding him in the northern corner, facing south. Zong Qingkuang was encircled by other women in the southern corner, splitting them apart directly.

”Master, or should I now call you Pavilion Master, it has been so many years since we last met. That master who abhorred love so vehemently—where have you gone to? How could you suddenly fall for a man named Zong Liangqing? Is this the same master who refused to be with my Manor Master back then?”

The wife of the Manor Master of Wanjian Manor teased, saying it had been many years since she’d seen her master, yet she looked much the same, or even more beautiful, showing hints of charm seen only in wives’ expressions.

Could it be that the two have already developed a deeper relationship? Tsk tsk tsk, times have changed indeed.

The other women were also quite curious, feeling envy toward Zong Qingkuang, whose beauty was impeccable. Even as women, if Zong Qingkuang had feelings for them, they’d consider abandoning their own men to elope with her.

Then why would such a woman be with a sudden arrival? This curiosity wasn’t just idle gossip; they wanted to know what kind of person this Zong Liangqing was through Zong Qingkuang’s story. How could Zong Qingkuang fall for someone so randomly?

There must be some story between them.

With a slight smile on red lips, Zong Qianqun said:

”Things were different back then; circumstances have changed now. I once couldn’t comprehend what it meant to fall in love. After all, in this vast world, could a single man warm my heart so thoroughly? Wouldn’t my lifelong cultivation have been in vain otherwise?”

”But young love, that thing is truly irresistible. We parted ways when we were younger. Even though we went our separate ways, and said no vows during our farewell, a seed was already sown in our hearts. Neither of us was aware of it.”

”With the affairs of cultivation, the sect, and Wutao Pavilion—there were too many things to handle, leaving no room for thoughts of love. So, despite being pursued by many, their presence wasn’t necessary for me.”

”Now, he’s here, crossing a rainbow cloud to fetch me. The love seed long sprouted into a tiny flower blooming in my heart; only now do I realize that love has always been there, just waiting for the right him.”

Some things are false, but after being said enough, they become true. A sense of subtle mental cue arose as Zong Qingkuang uttered these fabrications, feeling oddly like these events genuinely happened.

Hmm... how could it have happened? I’ve never met him. This time, he merely intended to take me as his disciple.

The other women didn’t see it that way. They voiced out, surprisingly believing the two had been together since childhood. Back then, when they parted, they didn’t understand love and spoke no words.

But as years passed, with cultivation and growth, memories of those early days reemerged, evoking a sense of longing, unable to wait any longer, beginning a search until finally finding the girl from those times, realizing that love had been there all along.

It wasn’t a sudden revelation of a day; love had been hidden in the heart, bursting forth between days... No wonder they suddenly came together; it wasn’t abrupt—it was a natural, heartfelt acknowledgment of youthful affection.