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

The people around couldn’t help but burst into laughter. What did they see?! An Xiaoning was naturally without even a trace of a Spirit Root; she couldn’t even meet the basic requirements.

An Xiaoning’s mind went blank. She didn’t know when she was pushed to the ground, and her hand was covered with dust from the surroundings.

Embarrassed beyond measure.

After coming to her senses.

She immediately got up from the ground, ready to seek help from the Sect disciple. Before she had the chance to speak, the Sect disciple spoke coldly.

”I advise you to give up. You have no fate with the path of immortality. Just go back and chop wood in a small village,” the Sect disciple said.

”But...but it,” An Xiaoning stammered, looking at the dust in her hand, not knowing why she was cradling it like it was a treasure.

The Sect disciple frowned deeply.

”Stop being noisy, leave quickly. We are not people you can approach!”

A wave of Spiritual Qi emanated from the male disciple’s body, along with a dagger hanging around him, resembling a fierce weapon protecting its master, cruelly forcing An Xiaoning back three meters.

Laughter roared!

The Sect disciples exchanged glances, relieved at last. If An Xiaoning had good talent, wouldn’t it be like inviting trouble upon themselves?

But now there is no problem.

Ultimately, An Xiaoning was nothing but a joke, the harsh laughter echoing everywhere.

”Still the same as before.”

An Xiaoning stood in the corner, her face a mix of crying and laughing.

A malnourished child, barely ten years old, An Xiaoning watched with clear tears streaming down her dark skin, as she descended the steps, and saw the bottomless abyss approaching her.

In the end.

She sighed deeply, her eyes hazily scanning around, the people’s smiles were as terrifying as demons, some pretending to be indifferent, others revealing a grim set of white teeth.

Oh.

An Xiaoning looked around, completely unable to understand what kind of gaze these people had, why they so eagerly wished for her misfortune?

Having no choice, An Xiaoning could only toss some ”remedy” into the well at Shuiqin Temple, and then flee overnight. After wandering for a long time, she went to an escort agency looking for work, but needed to go through an assessment first.

After the assessment, she got beaten up...and then left shamefully, others ridiculing her a lot, leaving her with no option but to depart.

Strolling forward, she arrived at Wanjian Manor.

Then her luck continued to be bad.

Right up till now.

Her gaze slowly concentrated, An Xiaoning clenched her fists tightly, seriously watching Yuchi in the distance.

”Forget it, no matter how worried I am, it’s all in vain.”

”It can’t be worse than my current situation, or else I’ll just go become a fortune teller.”

”If someone seeks me out for fortune telling, I’ll just say the opposite, and maybe things will become true! Not to mention having Madam Zong by my side, it’s already much better than before, even though Madam Zong holds grudges, she wouldn’t necessarily poison Sect Leader Senior Brother’s teacup.”

An Xiaoning earnestly declared, and let out a long sigh of relief, until she heard Zong Qianqun’s self-talk, her beautiful eyes firm: ”If he tricks me one day, I’ll poison him!”

An Xiaoning: ”...”

Zong Qianqun knowingly blinked playfully, still mischievously giggling, and An Xiaoning instantly broke into a big smile.

...

The Wanjian Manor issue was finally resolved, but nobody knew who took the Fire Divine Weapon in the end.

Nevertheless, another so-called treasure still drew great competition with many people scrambling for it, though it surely wasn’t as fierce as the Fire Divine Weapon.

For Zong Qianqun, without knowledge of the prior events or the Fire Divine Weapon, she would have considered bidding for this weapon given its impressive appearance. But now, if she bought it, she would feel a bit foolish.

Even though Wanjian Manor wasn’t deceiving, and the weapon indeed was good, she couldn’t overcome the psychological hurdle.

Today marked the fifth day after the Wanjian Manor affair was settled, and it had been twenty days since Yuchi arrived in Tiesi City.

”This is where it ends. There’s simply no way to talk sense with this Zong Liangqing guy—he’s somewhat invincible here in Tiesi City, even Celestial Capital Department Director gives him some face.”

The people from Shuiqin Temple were now irked, originally intending to see who had tricked Ji Nanyan, and if they could suppress him with Shuiqin Temple’s reputation, but upon learning the man’s name was Zong Liangqing, they were instantly rendered speechless.

He can’t just walk up to Zong Liangqing and try to reason with him.

No one knew what methods he used, but he managed to pull Ji Nanyan away, and upon closer look, it was more than Ji Nanyan, even Sect Leader Zong Qingkuang had been won over by Zong Liangqing—seemingly considering returning together to a certain sect?