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

The next day, the Sword Tea Conference at Wanjian Manor officially began.

Yuchi found himself in a bit of a situation, surrounded by numerous cultivators. He wasn’t sure where they all came from, but they seemed to know about him being with Zong Qianqun.

They were filled with a mix of envy, jealousy, and hatred, wishing they could be the lucky one.

On the other hand, due to Yuchi’s unfathomable cultivation level, they approached him proactively. Regardless of who Yuchi really was, the fact that he was still alive indicated his mastery, so they came to flatter him.

Unfazed, Yuchi happily chatted with them. Wanjian Manor lacked nothing: neither swords nor tea, nor swordmen nor green tea. Various people gathered at Wanjian Manor, rendering it impenetrable, with converstations and schemes everywhere.

”The adult world... so dirty.” Bai Sisi sighed but still went to help with her duties, catching sight of An Xiaoning standing obediently next to Zong Qianqun. She felt envious; if only she could cultivate and leave Wanjian Manor. Alas, that wasn’t possible for her.

It was a besieged city; those inside wanted out, while those outside wanted in, everyone had their own thoughts, vastly different.

Zong Qianqun sensed An Xiaoning’s unease and smiled to comfort her, ”Don’t worry, your Sect Leader Senior Brother won’t harm you. Just stay by my side for now. Once we’re done with the conference, I’ll take you to play in Tiesi City for a few days, then you’ll come with me and the Sect Leader Senior Brother to the Immortal Sect.”

”Yes, I will definitely listen to the Sect Leader Senior Brother.”

With the clothes given to her by Zong Qianqun, although the dress was big and loose, it fit An Xiaoning perfectly. Even though she lacked a Spirit Root, she had an almost ethereal aura about her.

The young girl had carefully washed the old dirt off her face, now appearing as a clean and delicate young lady, albeit a bit thin, like a frail flower.

In the future, with more nourishment, she would restore her health. The elixir from yesterday had already mostly replenished her physical deficiencies, though recovery would take time. Patience was necessary.

Nearby, even the laborers of Wanjian Manor noticed An Xiaoning’s slender beauty and felt heartache. Another beauty in the making, how could they not have noticed before?

Was she always so wary of us? Now that she’s in light pink, she’s so splendid?

Ah, had we known, we wouldn’t have ignored her like that.

Some people at Wanjian Manor knew about An Xiaoning, though many men had been oblivious. If only they’d cultivated her potential, she’d be wife material. But with Zong Qianqun and Zong Liangqing around, nobody dared step out of line, even if they had thousands of excuses and free shipping.

”What a pity, a fine prospect taken by an outsider, and we’re left helpless.”

Those who had bullied An Xiaoning previously dared not show their faces, fearful to be around her. This was like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, suddenly valued by an important figure, taken as if she were a child bride.

”Today, I must stay away from An Xiaoning, or I might fall for the taste of dishwater…” muttered one cowardly worker.

Of course, An Xiaoning herself was terrified, not of Yuchi, but of failing. If she didn’t do well, she’d be expelled from the sect, and her life would be tough once more.

”I know I don’t have a Spirit Root, I was tested long ago. Without it, how can I cultivate in the sect? Maybe the Sect Leader Senior Brother doesn’t know yet, but once he tests me, he’ll surely be disappointed.”

”What will happen then, kicked out just like that? Will I fall back into a harsh world?”

”Please, no, don’t.”

Overcome with anxiety, she confusedly asked Zong Qianqun, ”Madam Zong, what is your cultivation level?”

Huh?

Zong Qianqun was taken aback by the sudden question, but seeing An Xiaoning realize her mistake, she laughed and said, ”It’s not that strong, just the ninth level of the Golden Core stage.”