Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses Chapter 144 - 143: See How Much I Resemble the Past

"Qingzhu is truly a celestial being descended to earth, making it impossible not to cast our gaze upon her."

"Although Jiangzhou City is already teeming with beauties, none can compare to Qingzhu."

"It’s just a pity that there’s a Patrol guarding her, we have no chance to speak to her at all."

"If there’s ever a chance to dine with Qingzhu, even if it’s just a al, it’d be a lifelong mory."

"Sigh!"

The n sat downstairs at the inn, and the inn’s Shopkeeper was all smiles.

He was only chosen by chance as the residing point at the ti.

Initially, he was annoyed that so inexplicable Comrce Association President had co.

He guessed this President would make many demands.

Like if he couldn’t sleep at night, having him arrange for so service.

But over ti, not only did Yuchi not make such requests, but his sister Qingzhu had beco famous far and wide.

Many young masters ca early in the morning, doing nothing but sitting in the inn.

Even though they knew they stood little chance of winning Qingzhu’s heart, just coming to see her was enough.

Seeing beauty is pleasing, and after one glance, it brought good cheer all day long.

This directly led to the inn’s business booming, moving people so much that housing fees were reduced.

And Wei Qingzhu herself was blessed with a delicate face, her eyes radiating calm beauty, her brows long and slender, her skin fair.

Dressed in a light purple dress with a pure white belt at the waist, beneath the hem were dainty white shoes.

Her slender waist gripped gently, with perfect proportions, an elegant swan neck, truly marvelous.

Xun Xian, on the other hand, had a disheveled head, smacking her lips carelessly.

Recently, she’s been so vexed trying to find Yuchi.

She had no idea where that guy had run off to; if he was indeed dead, where was the body?

If he wasn’t dead, then give so sign, so news.

There wasn’t even a hint of information.

Thinking.

Xun Xian squeezed her waist-hanging sword speechlessly, shielding Qingzhu as she said without looking up:

"Sorry, please stay away from us."

"I don’t want trouble, and I hope you have so self-awareness."

She sensed soone approaching, these days there were many such people, and she was tired of it.

Each ti they ca bearing gifts for Qingzhu.

She wasn’t stingy, saying others could bring her gifts, as they were actually for the lady beside her, Qingzhu.

It was just that these people’s identities were unknown, who knew if there were poisons in those gifts?

This morning was no different.

Lo and behold.

Just as she ca down with Qingzhu, there was already soone in front of them.

This person blocked their way, quite annoying.

"What exactly do you want?" This ti, after she spoke, the person hadn’t left.

Puzzled, she looked up at the person.

Xun Xian found the person was a man wearing a white fox mask.

The man was dressed in blue, holding a flying sword that was clearly a magical artifact, exuding an elegant and genial aura.

So who was he?

The other n, seeing the young man’s actions, were even more displeased, thinking what is this blue-clad guy acting all high and mighty for?

Didn’t he know soone like him couldn’t possibly win over Qingzhu?

Acting so important with a flying sword, showing off early in the morning, and wouldn’t he ascend to heaven later?

The sound of dissatisfaction echoed through the inn’s hall.

"I’m a Patrol, if you have bad intentions, I’ll take you to the Defense Departnt right now," Xun Xian remarked.

"Qingzhu, do you rember ? I’m your Uncle Bei."

He smiled as he removed his mask, revealing a mature middle-aged man’s face in front of everyone.

It was clearly Yuchi.

In the end, he still obediently brought out ten thousand silver, or things would have been too troubleso.

Now he looked to be in his thirties or forties, with a unique maturity that made him seem a bit lancholic.

A sparse mustache and kind face, matched with the flying sword at his waist.

A pri man of the Immortal Realm, he looked like a master.

A master among Cultivators?

"This uncle has so charm, quite interesting!"

Xun Xian involuntarily blurted out.

She would read idle books in her leisure ti.

The idle books featured both n and won.

To Xun Xian, in front of her, the middle-aged man looked like the flower-thief from the stories.

No matter what kind of woman, she couldn’t withstand three moves from him; he was a quite formidable flower-thief uncle.

Magical skills, quite terrifying.

"Hello."

Yuchi had no idea what Xun Xian was thinking, otherwise he might spit blood.

After taking the Disguise Pill, he turned into how he’d look decades later.

Ultimately, it was still himself, so did that an he would be a flower-thief in the future?

Sister, please take another look, see if I still resemble my past self.

And Qingzhu’s mind went blank, her purple dress swaying with her slender wrists barely visible.

"Who are you?"

When she wanted to ask, she saw him sip on his clothes.

There was a slightly pleased expression on his face.

Then her face turned red, she gently bit her lips and pouted for a mont, suddenly realizing.

So it was her brother Yuchi, but why had he changed like this? How did he get another face?

"Qingzhu, long ti no see."

"So you’re here for help because Yuchi is missing?" Yuchi curiously laughed.

Talking about himself, it still felt sowhat different.

He saw Qingzhu’s passing shyness and thought it was great that this girl could also be shy, it gratified him.

It seed he taught her well, not as cold as before.

"Yes."

Qingzhu, ever so worldly, stepped up in a few strides, her graceful figure gently leaning against Yuchi’s arm.

She looked up.

So pitiful and yet calm as she sweetly called out, "Uncle Bei, long ti no see."

"Little girl is growing prettier, now such a big young lady, very nice."

"Shall we find a place to discuss the details?"

Yuchi playfully tapped Qingzhu’s little upturned nose, making her even more bashful, and naturally feeling Qingzhu’s figure.

Truly good.

A few days without Qingzhu was sowhat lonely, and now with her leaning against him, that feeling returned instantly.

Not bad.

Other patrons also understood.

So it was Qingzhu’s uncle, I thought it was so clueless person.

This is nice, uncle, look at , I think I could be your nephew.

Maybe you could help us chat with Qingzhu, uncle, we’re long-lost family!