My Husband’s Ascension C23
Chapter 23 Zhongli
In the sweltering heat of midsummer, the scorching sun seared the land.
After a journey of intermittent travel, the members of Cloudculm Abode finally reached Jimo Sea, the border city of the Cultivation Realm by the end of July.
Had they still been in the sultry clime of Small Sword Pass, one would be drenched in sweat before even stepping outside.
But at Jimo Sea, a crisp, briny wind swept across sunlit waves that glinted with scattered gold. It drifted through the city where cultivators congregated, and in this region, warm in winter and cool in summer, even the incessant chirping of cicadas failed to irritate the senses.
“Sea! It’s the sea!”
The moment Yao Ling caught sight of the vast waters, she surged forward like a gust of wind, crashing toward the waves.
Her shoes had long since vanished; barefoot, she stepped onto the soft sand and waded into the cool, welcoming water, joy spilling from her in a single repeated refrain, “It’s the sea! The sea!”
Rong Yu, evidently more worldly than Yao Ling, did not bolt recklessly. Instead, he retrieved a parasol from his storage bag, as tall as he, and unfurled it with measured care.
“Master! Master! Bend a little, let me hold this parasol for you.”
Zhao Zhao bent slightly at the waist and smiled. “You want to hold a parasol for me?”
“Mhm. The sun by the sea is fierce. If you stay under it too long, your face will hurt. A parasol is a must.”
Rong Yu’s plump little face was filled with solemn earnestness.
“But…” Zhao Zhao turned to look at him, “you’re not tall enough, A’Yu. If you try to hold the parasol for Master, Master wouldn’t even be able to walk properly.”
Rong Yu glanced at his Master’s head trapped under the parasol and was utterly flustered, disbelief painted across his features.
Zhao Zhao chuckled and scooped him up in her arms. “There, now neither of us will get scorched by the sun.”
“Yay!”
Li Feng rolled his eyes.
If it weren’t for receiving pills from that old man, Ming Jue, and being bound by the yao familiar contract, he would never bother indulging Xie Tanzhao in this childish play.
“Xie Tanzhao, how much longer do we have to stay here?”
Zhao Zhao didn’t even turn her head as she replied, “Soon, soon. We’ll leave once Deerie has eaten its fill.”
The reason they had made a beeline for this spot upon arriving at Jimo Sea was not for sightseeing or to admire the waves, but because the celestial deer was hungry.
In the days she had spent with it, Zhao Zhao had observed that under normal circumstances, the celestial deer appeared docile and endearing. Anyone could touch its antlers without fear, and it would never grow angry or harm a soul.
But when it was hungry, it entered a brooding, silent frenzy.
The first time Zhao Zhao witnessed this frenzied state, poor Rong Yu’s entire head had been swallowed into its mouth.
Thus, for the safety of Cloudculm Abode’s two little ones, no matter how pressing the journey, they had to feed the celestial deer first.
“But…where’s Deerie?”
Li Feng frowned. “Wasn’t it just behind us—huh? Where did it go?”
The snow-white celestial deer, which had been grazing in the shade, had vanished without a trace, and with it, even Daoist Ming Jue was nowhere to be seen.
Meanwhile…
Not far from the shore, within a hidden cave.
“—Bringing along such a rare celestial deer, I thought it must be some unparalleled master, but it turns out it’s just a penniless old Daoist.”
Several demons upended the spatial storage bag they had seized, scattering its contents—mostly pills, elixirs, and spiritual herbs. As they plundered, they cursed and muttered incessantly.
Daoist Ming Jue, tied up like a neatly wrapped zongzi, sat calmly to the side, his expression betraying little concern.
The whole situation had its roots in that picky, foolish celestial deer.
The celestial deer Zhao Zhao had brought back could indeed travel a thousand miles in a day and was strikingly beautiful, but it had a glaring flaw: it was extremely choosy about its food.
At the seaside, Zhao Zhao had offered it prepared spiritual fruits and immortal herbs. The deer nibbled a few bites but deemed them insufficiently fresh. Without a sound, it trotted off to forage on its own.
Originally intending to fish along the shore, Daoist Ming Jue had no choice but to follow.
Unexpectedly, the celestial deer wandered far, sniffing as it went, until it finally stopped inside a cave where Purple Draconic Bloodgrass (紫龙血草) grew. Evidently, such a priceless herb was sufficient to merit its attention, for it finally consented to feed.
Yet, barely a few bites had been taken when the gluttonous celestial deer was caught red-handed by several demons inside the cave.
Daoist Ming Jue, lacking in martial prowess, could not stand against beings of the demon race, creatures born to kill. In just a few short moves, he was quickly subdued and bound along with the deer.
Whether Zhao Zhao and the others could find them in time was uncertain.
“Senior…”
Daoist Ming Jue snapped back to awareness and turned to the little boy behind him.
“What is it?”
The boy’s attire was refined, yet his face was bruised, and his body marked with wounds; he looked every bit the kidnapped young master.
He sniffled, wanting to cry but too proud to show it, and whispered, “Sorry… These people… they intended to kill me, and you just happened to pass by… I didn’t expect you’d be caught too…”
Daoist Ming Jue let out a light chuckle. “It is merely the play of fate. You have done nothing wrong; there is no need to apologize to me.”
Seeing the elder so composed even in captivity, the boy stared curiously for a long while before tentatively asking, “Senior, seeing how calm you are… have you already thought of a way to escape?”
“That is not the case,” Daoist Ming Jue admitted candidly. “However, my disciple possesses some skill. Once she finds us, she will surely have a way to get us out of this.”
The spark of hope the boy had just felt immediately withered.
He held no disrespect for the elder, but frankly speaking, having just seen the old man wield vines as a weapon, useful perhaps for delaying an enemy, he knew it would be utterly insufficient against these ruthless, bloodthirsty demons.
Since the master fares so, how could his disciple be any better?
…A true lost cause…
The boy slumped back into the corner, despondent, silent.
The demons, having rifled through Daoist Ming Jue’s belongings, now turned their attention to the celestial deer.
“A deer that lives a thousand years becomes a celestial deer. Its antlers are said to be potent treasures of pillcraft, its meat nourishing and restorative, and even its blood, beneficial to cultivation.”
“Not just that… there’s the deer’s pizzle too… hehehe.”
At that, the demons exchanged glances and, wordlessly understanding one another, began to chuckle knowingly.
“—Master, what are they laughing about?” A small, childish voice suddenly rang out in the pitch-black cave, and the demons’ laughter abruptly died.
The little boy, hiding behind Daoist Ming Jue, peeked out and curiously glanced toward the cave entrance.
“What’s a deer’s pizzle? Does our Deerie have one?” Rong Yu asked, his tone brimming with innocent curiosity.
Zhao Zhao replied, “…Good question. Our Deerie is a doe. She doesn’t have one.”
Though the celestial deer could not understand their words, it brightened at the sight of its master and let out joyful bleats.
The demons in the cave were taken aback by the sudden appearance of these newcomers.
But once they became alert and looked more closely, they realized only three had entered the cave.
A frail young woman and two children; they hardly appear as rescuers, but rather like fools rushing to their deaths.
“Are you comrades of this old man?” The leader, a teal demon, scrutinized Zhao Zhao from head to toe, a sneer curling his lips. “Wood spiritual aura… a cultivator of the Divine Farmer Dao?”
At this, the other demons’ already low guard relaxed even further.
It was well known that disciples of the Divine Farmer Dao were at most capable of tending crops or healing minor ailments. At best, a few, like that white-bearded elder inside, could wield trivial vine-based techniques. Unless one reached the fourth realm, their threat was negligible.
Zhao Zhao remained unfazed by their disdain. Her eyes swept to the bound Daoist Ming Jue and, hiding behind him, a child she did not recognize.
This child…was likely the reason for these demons' presence.
She withdrew her gaze and smiled warmly, “Indeed. My disciples and I have only just arrived with my master, harboring no ill intent. From my observation, you all are not unreasonable folk either. There must be some misunderstanding. Why not sit and talk? Everything can be resolved through discussion.”
Yao Ling and Rong Yu stared at their master in disbelief.
Had Master gone blind?!
These people practically radiated ‘unreasonable’ from head to toe!
The demons were momentarily taken aback, equally incredulous.
Having lived so long, none had ever heard anyone describe them as reasonable—and the young woman seemed genuinely pleasant about it!
“You speak well for a woman,” the teal demon grinned, “Not bad. Later, we’ll make sure to leave you a whole corpse.”
The boy hiding behind Daoist Ming Jue choked slightly, his gaze darkening with despair.
Looking at the young female cultivator with her two little disciples, guilt twisted inside him.
Because of him, so many blameless souls were drawn into calamity.
If only he were stronger…if only he could decisively defeat his clan brethren…perhaps none of this bloodshed would have come to pass.
At the thought that he might soon die, the boy watched the teal demon stride toward the female cultivator. Then, from some unknown wellspring of courage, he shouted, “If you must kill, then kill me alone! Spare them! Come at me!”
His voice rang through the cavern, so loud that even the demons flinched, and Zhao Zhao herself was startled.
—If only he weren’t crying so hard, with tears and snot running down his face, his bravery might have been far more impressive.
The teal demon snorted coldly. “Fret not, we hadn’t forgotten about you. Since we’ve taken payment, we’ll see the job through; none of you are leaving here alive—”
His sentence hung unfinished.
The boy saw the female cultivator move. In a flash, she unsheathed her sword and charged straight at the teal demon!
The demon was taken aback. With such an overwhelming difference in strength, she dared to throw herself into certain death?
He gathered his qi into a shield, blocking Zhao Zhao’s strike.
Among cultivators, a single exchange was often enough to gauge one another’s strength, but in this case, he hardly needed to. Her spiritual essence was of wood element; to forcefully cultivate the Sword Dao was nothing short of folly.
His companions quickly noticed as well and made no move to assist, treating it as little more than entertainment, even cheering from the sidelines.
“Go, Boss!”
“Kill her within three moves, Boss!”
Yao Ling had never seen anything like this. She immediately shouted at the top of her lungs, far louder than anyone else, “Master, you can do it! Kill him and turn that big green frog into frog stew!!”
The slightly green-skinned demon: ?
“What an insolent little girl! Is this how you train your disciple? So fierce, who would dare marry her in the future!”
As these words fell, the teal demon gathered his strength and swung a palm toward Zhao Zhao.
She narrowly dodged, maintaining a dangerous distance. The force of his strike slammed into the stone wall, instantly carving a hole more than one meter deep into the cavern.
It was unfathomable what would have happened had that blow struck a human.
Zhao Zhao tightened her grip on the long sword.
The enemies she would face in the future could be a hundred times stronger than this; she needed to remain composed and unyielding.
Moreover, in recent days, under Daoist Ming Jue’s guidance, she had diligently studied the secret arts obtained from the Langhuan Bochord and had made some progress. Now was the moment to put that training to the test.
Zhao Zhao drew her gaze back, masking the fear at the corners of her eyes with a faint smile.
“You needn’t trouble yourself,” she said lightly. “My disciple will not wed, she will only slay.”
To face death with such bravado.
The teal demon snorted with contempt and, unwilling to parley further, funneled his demonic qi and surged forward. The oppressive, blood‑stained aura he bore sought to end her with a single, killing strike.
Rustle—
But mere inches from its mark, the demon’s hand halted mid‑air.
He looked up, a knowing smile spreading across his patinated copper face.
Vines again.
Truly a master and disciple—talentless heirs to the same useless trick.
“You and your master only know this one stunt? What a pity. When you drew your sword, I thought perhaps you had other tricks up your sleeves…”
The teal demon drew in a measured breath, concentrated his will, and unleashed a fierce wave of demonic qi that shattered the vines that had bound him.
He flexed his limbs and, in the next instant, lunged forward like a ravening beast.
“In your next life,” the demon sneered, “pray you’re reborn with a body worth something!”
Boom—!!!
The cavern wall exploded. Dust billowed through the air as the other demons erupted in early cheers for their leader’s apparent victory.
The bound boy instinctively scooted forward—but hearing the thunderous crash, he froze, despair flooding his eyes. There was no way anyone could have survived that.
“No need to wait for the next life.”
Amid the rumble of falling stone came the young woman’s voice, laced with a faint laughter.
Before the disbelieving eyes of both the demons and the boy, she burst from the cloud of dust, vines coiled tightly around her arm, and landed lightly before Yao Ling and Rong Yu.
Turning toward the shattered wall where her foe had vanished, Zhao Zhao smiled. “I’m quite satisfied with my wood‑element body, actually.”
“...Boss!!”
The demons finally sensed something amiss and lunged toward the shattered wall, but as the dust cleared, there was no sign of the teal demon anywhere.
“Where did you take our boss?!”
Meeting the mixture of shock and fear in their eyes, Zhao Zhao felt a subtle, unfamiliar thrill.
Since entering the cultivation world, countless people had looked at her with either disdain or pity. Yet this was the first time she could clearly perceive fear in her enemies’ gaze.
The figure reflected in their eyes was no longer a lowly mortal woman, but a cultivator capable of threatening their very lives.
Zhao Zhao lingered on the contrast, savoring the realization, before slowly answering, “Isn’t he right in front of you?”
The little boy behind Daoist Ming Jue followed the direction of her gesture and looked at the now-perfectly restored stone wall.
A chilling thought rose in his mind.
“Oh, you’re so dumb,” Yao Ling’s clear, youthful voice rang out, “I already told you, my master is a practitioner of the Divine Farmer Dao. Divine Farmer Dao cultivators specialize in healing and restoration techniques. Your boss is right there, inside the fully restored wall!”
This was a stratagem Zhao Zhao and Daoist Ming Jue had devised while training.
She had lured the foe into smashing the stone wall, then intentionally coaxed him closer.
At the pivotal instant she simultaneously mended the fractured wall and shattered the vines, embedding him within the rock itself.
Her cultivation was still shallow, and as a disciple of the Divine Farmer Dao, one who specialized in healing and restoration, she could, when faced with an enemy far surpassing her strength, adopt this method of using the opponent’s force against them to end a confrontation in a single stroke.
The demons stared in petrified horror at the fair‑complexioned girl before them.
…This is your method of practicing Divine Farmer Dao?!
None dared imagine the state of their leader trapped inside the wall.
Before he struck, the stone had surely been flawless; now a man had been jammed into it and the surface restored as if nothing had happened, what fate befell the one within?
“I will avenge Boss!!!”
A gold‑horned, yellow demon, eyes blazing scarlet, hurled himself at Zhao Zhao.
Faced with the boiling malice, Zhao Zhao took a cautious step back.
A ruse that worked once might not work a second time; these demons were no fools.
Just as a killing palm was about to slam into the crown of her head, Rong Yu, who had been clutching Zhao Zhao’s skirt, suddenly popped his head out from behind her.
The usually timid, slow-witted little boy, for the first time, revealed a flash of anger.
His large, glossy black eyes seemed to shimmer with red in the dim light, fixed unblinkingly on the figure wreathed in demonic qi.
The gold‑horned demon faltered.
…The demonic qi coursing through his body seemed to freeze for a moment.
Zhao Zhao glanced at Rong Yu with mild surprise, said nothing, and immediately called, “Yao Ling, what are you waiting for?”
The boy behind Daoist Ming Jue craned his neck in disbelief, eyes wide at the figure rushing forward.
It was the little girl, no more than six years old, beside the female cultivator!
Amid the flurry of sword strikes, her small, nimble blade danced like a spirit serpent. Though she lacked the crushing force of an adult, her agility and lightness were unmatched.
Gripping a short sword clearly smaller than an adult’s, its edge was no less sharp than that of any grown swordsman.
In the clash, she advanced and retreated, striking when the enemy was off guard, evading deftly when countered. She fought evenly, never giving her opponent a single advantage.
The demons, initially stunned, quickly recovered, and their surprise turned to fury.
“A mere yellow-haired girl, daring to use me as a practice opponent?!”
(TLN: The term ‘黄毛; yellow-haired’ serves as a taunt for the young.)
Yao Ling shot back without hesitation, “You yellow-faced monster, how dare you call me a yellow-haired girl?”
…Such audacity!
Though Yao Ling was prodigiously gifted, she was after all only a five-year-old child. Her physical strength lagged far behind, and if the demon struck seriously, she could not withstand it.
Just as the enemy’s palm was about to crush her, Zhao Zhao shouted, “Li Feng!”
“Coming, coming!”
The voice came from above the cave. From some unknown moment, the dog yao had been lurking overhead. In one swift motion, he swooped down and scooped the stubborn little girl behind him.
Thrown backward, Yao Ling landed hard on her rear, immediately protesting in indignation, “Master! He threw me! He’s settling old scores!”
Li Feng made a face at her, then he turned, and his aura abruptly shifted.
While Zhao Zhao and the others might need to labor against these demons, he did not.
Before the opponent could even react, Li Feng suddenly leapt forward, clawing through the protective demonic qi. Swift as a hawk descending on a rabbit, he struck the demon to the ground, leaving him unable to rise.
He glanced down at his palm.
The ‘Divine Soulshatter Strike’ she had brought back from the Langhuan Bochord proved remarkably effective.
“Superfluous,” Li Feng said, surveying the defeated demon at his feet with a disdainful glance. The turquoise chain on his robes clinked with his movement as he turned back. “Why bother with these scraps? I could have taken the field myself and settled it in no time.”
“How can you call them scraps?” Zhao Zhao declared firmly. “These are powerful, dangerous, fearsome enemies! I won’t allow you to call them scraps!”
If they were scraps, then failing to defeat them would mean she and her companions were beneath even scraps.
Li Feng rolled his eyes and moved aside, untying Daoist Ming Jue and the little boy behind him.
The boy was still reeling from the whirlwind of events.
His gaze shifted stiffly toward the three remaining demons.
The three demons themselves looked equally awkward.
The atmosphere now…to fight seemed like a losing proposition, but to retreat felt just as humiliating.
The three exchanged a glance and made a swift decision. “Spare us, esteemed immortals! We were only following orders; we’re really not monstrous killers!”
Daoist Ming Jue smiled and asked, “Oh? Pray tell, what was your purpose in binding this child?”
The demons answered bluntly: “To kill him and feed his corpse to the dogs.”
“…”
Daoist Ming Jue tapped Li Feng on the shoulder and said, “Execute them.”
Li Feng: “Right away!”
The little boy, now finally free to move, backed away several paces at the demons’ unflinching cries for mercy, until he bumped into someone and stopped.
He lifted his chin and looked at the young woman standing, dazed, before the stone wall.
Zhao Zhao noticed his gaze and lowered her eyes, smiling gently, “Where do you live? Would you like us to escort you home?”
The boy caught sight of the stone wall beside her and shivered at the thought of the man embedded within.
Zhao Zhao could guess what frightened him.
In truth, part of the reason she had been standing there, lost in thought, was her own conflicted feelings.
She knew the Cultivation Realm was a world of the strong preying on the weak: either you kill, or you are killed. The kind‑hearted and soft‑handed were ill-suited to survive here.
Yet only a few months ago, she had been a mortal too timid to kill even a chicken.
This shift in mindset would take time to fully digest.
“If you’re afraid to travel with us, you may go home alone. I’m merely a little worried—”
“I’m not afraid!” The boy, as if stung in his pride, immediately retorted with defiance, “I am a man who is able to support both heaven and earth*! What is there to fear? I’m not afraid!”
(TLN: 顶天立地 literally translates to ‘able to support both heaven and earth’, it’s an idiom that means having ‘indomitable spirit’)
Nearby, Yao Ling was carefully sheathing her new sword. Upon hearing the boy’s boast, curled her lips and remarked, “Who says only men can support both heaven and earth? Girls can do the same!”
Though Yao Ling looked five years younger than him, she truly was able to ‘support both heaven and earth’, facing demons many times her age without so much as flinching.
Meanwhile, he had been bawling his eyes out, tears and snot streaming, convinced he was about to die.
The little boy flushed red—partly from anger, partly from embarrassment.
After this whirlwind of events, the sky outside had grown noticeably darker.
Zhao Zhao and the others discussed briefly and decided to tidy the cave and spend the night there, entering the city the next day.
Fortunately, they were not entirely without merit. The celestial deer had led them to the rare Purple Draconic Grass, a potent remedy for injuries. Daoist Ming Jue carefully gathered it, setting aside a portion to make poultices for the bruised and battered little boy.
“So you are cultivators from another region. No wonder I’ve never heard of your names…”
The campfire crackled as the little boy, his face covered with crushed herbs, nibbled cautiously on a sugar flatbread, eyes darting around warily.
Cultivators from another region…what could have brought them all the way to Jimo Sea?
“We’ve just arrived and haven’t found a place to settle yet,” Zhao Zhao took a moment to muse before asking, “Do you know where in the city one might buy houses or land?”
Having decided to temporarily settle in Jimo Sea, they did not know how long they would stay, but a site rich in spiritual energy for cultivation was essential.
Having been saved by them, the little boy, despite lingering doubts, shared everything without reservation, “Yes, I know. Tell me your preferred dwelling and I can help you find a suitable one.”
Preferred dwelling?
Zhao Zhao hadn’t given the matter much thought. After considering it, she answered, “The land is most important, it should be rich in spiritual energy and suitable for cultivation. Whether or not there’s a building, or the size and condition of the building, matters little. Most important is that the land is spacious, with room outside to grow fruits and vegetables for self-sufficiency. What are your requirements?”
Daoist Ming Jue added, “Preferably near water, so I can fish.”
Li Feng: “Let it be a place with a bit of life, not a lonely mountain. I tire easily of endless wilderness.”
Yao Ling: “I just want to sleep in the same room as Master.”
Rong Yu: “Me too!”
Hearing the four’s requests, Zhao Zhao cast a disdainful glance at Daoist Ming Jue and Li Feng. “Listen to how pure and innocent the children’s wishes are! And then look at you two adults, chasing after comfort and pleasure!”
The elder and adult yao merely ignored her reproach.
By the campfire, the little boy watched and listened in silence.
The sect leader acted nothing like a typical leader and the yao familiar behaved like no other familiars; there was none of the usual hierarchical order found in ordinary sects.
Yet… he could not help but feel a pang of envy.
Never before had such warmth and harmony graced his own household.
And those two young disciples, barely six years of age, were already beginning their cultivation training.
The little girl named Yao Ling not only possessed a sword tailored to her height, but even at her tender age, her master would take her to spar with demons under strict safety, so she could gain experience.
He watched the young woman warm flatbread for Yao Ling and Rong Yu, heedfully reminding them to avoid burning themselves.
She resembled both a master and elder sister.
Through the flickering firelight, the boy’s mind wandered: if only this female immortal were the head of his own family…
Then he would no longer spend every night on edge, fearing that he might once again, as today, die in some unknown place, unnoticed by all.
“…I know of a place that can meet your needs.” The boy seemed to have made up his mind and suddenly spoke, “But I have one request.”
Zhao Zhao turned to see him bow solemnly toward her.
“I humbly beseech you, Miss Immortal, to accept me as your disciple and teach me the supreme way of cultivation!”
His voice rang through the cave, firm and resolute.
Zhao Zhao was taken aback.
Judging by the boy’s attire, he was clearly not from an ordinary peasant family, at the very least, he was the scion of a cultivator lineage.
If he came from a prominent family, why all of a sudden seek to become her disciple?
This request was entirely unexpected. With her current abilities, she could just barely manage to instruct Yao Ling and Rong Yu. Adding another student might not only leave her unable to teach him effectively, but could also hinder his own cultivation path.
“Stand up first. This is not a trivial matter; it requires careful consideration…”
The boy, sensing her hesitation, grew even more urgent.
Jimo Sea was full of distinguished lineages, all tightly bound by blood. Given his status, it was impossible for him to train under another family.
This unusual sect, small and peculiar as it was, might very well be his only hope.
“Miss Immortal! I have given this matter serious thought! If you accept me as your disciple, I will diligently cultivate with the goal of becoming our clan’s next Dao Lord Tianshu. Should I one day inherit the Zhongli Clan lineage of Jimo Sea, I will lead the entire family to submit under your tutelage!”
Goal of… whom?
At the mention of that sensitive name, everyone in the cave instinctively fell silent, even holding their breath.
The boy, a descendant of the Zhongli lineage, noticed the subtle shift in atmosphere and tilted his head in puzzlement.
Daoist Ming Jue quickly gestured at the unlucky child kneeling on the ground, winking at him.
Child, a straightforward request to become a disciple is enough! Why drag in Dao Lord Tianshu and sprinkle salt on an open wound!
After a moment, Zhao Zhao finally spoke, “What…is your name? And why must your goal involve Dao Lord Tianshu?”
“My name is Zhongli Shun,” he said, standing upright, his youthful face radiating a naive pride. “The Dao Lord Tianshu is the foremost sword cultivator of our age. Among all cultivators in the world, none do not admire him. I set him as my goal, is that so strange?”
Having said this, Zhongli Shun felt a surge of fervor.
No master could resist taking on a disciple with ambition and lofty aspirations. With such resolve, he was certain that the female cultivator before him would regard him differently!
All four onlookers immediately turned their gaze toward Zhao Zhao.
The striking female cultivator gently reached out, brushing the child before her, whose bloodline was the same as the Dao Lord Tianshu’s, across the cheek. Two charming dimples appeared on her fair, soft face.
She softly remarked, “Oh, then go and apprentice under the Dao Lord Tianshu you admire so much.”
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Author’s Note: Little one, you're treading on the wrong path!
