Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses Chapter 766 266: Storms Across the City! What Monster from W

Behind him, a vision of red and beauty appeared; Qian Qun arrived, the flowing gown trailing behind her, the bright red dress standing behind him, her face graced with many cunningly exquisite smiles: "Good morning, sir."

Softly and gently, she perford a morning greeting for Yuchi, gracefully adjusting her sleeves, with her red dress exuding a joy akin to that of a newlywed wife.

"Morning."

Yuchi turned to look at the extraordinary woman behind him, swallowing hard, and spoke softly: "I never imagined you'd be so well-known in Tiesi City, Qian Qun. This caught off guard, so when I intended to take you as my student, it seems like I'm taking advantage of you sohow."

Beco my ntor? Hmm... I'm reluctant to expose you? You want more than just to be my ntor; your gaze hides a man's thoughts. How could I not see it? But having seen it, I choose not to speak of it. Zong Qingkuang folded her arms, walking upright to Yuchi's side, and with a gentle smile, she said:

"This is the result of my many years of managing affairs in Tiesi City. Though I don't see any reason for pride in it, I want you to know I'm not a holess little girl; there are many who care about , aren't there, my dear Sect Leader Junior Brother."

Her plump and overflowing words gently reached Yuchi's ears.

Yuchi's old face turned sowhat red and hot.

Did Yi Jun tell her about yesterday's conversation?!

Damn it.

If only I had handled Yi Jun directly back then! This little girl couldn't hold back even a little in front of the Pavilion Master? Totally unprofessional, to disclose such conversations outright?

Back to the point, Yuchi was sowhat curious: "So why didn't we beco Sect Leader years ago? Did it suddenly seem uninteresting, or were you troubled by emotions?"

"Oh, you always want to know more about , claiming it's just to take as your disciple."

Qian Qun rolled her beautiful eyes at Yuchi, joking like a young wife. Amid the surrounding clamor, she directly revealed Yuchi's intentions: "I have no emotional experiences; I'm quite clean, though my first kiss was given to my mother, which is to your disappointnt."

Yuchi: "..."

Indeed, almost two thousand years of vintage wine, you understand.

Well, of course, Qian Qun isn't a fool. n have such simple thoughts; pure and clean, universally adored. Naturally, she could understand, so Yuchi's previous inquiry was indeed a loaded question. Most wouldn't hear it, but she instantly knew what Yuchi wished to understand.

Considering I let him fall into the position of public enemy, naturally, such secrets are not worth concealing: "As for why not becoming Sect Leader, mainly because being a Sect Leader didn't allow to cultivate well. The responsibilities borne by a Loose Cultivator and Sect Leader are drastically different."

"If it's just , then whatever I eat is fine, whenever I cultivate is not a problem, but once bearing the title of Sect Leader, often tis one is not able to move freely. Just like you, if you're the only one, the world is yours to roam, not needing to co to Tiesi City for the sake of your sect's disciples."

"We're both alike."

Yuchi was instantly moved, nodding heavily. The words of the forr Sect Leader were indeed comforting.

Yes, once one becos Sect Leader, the mundane affairs multiply. If a Sect Leader truly wishes to gradually strengthen their sect and spread disciples across the world, they must sacrifice much more than when they cultivated alone. Here, it reminds one of the pitiable Fellow Daoist Feng.

A Sect Leader at the Spirit Storage Stage, whose sect of many years was ruined by his wife, and his wife was taken by the elder he raised—truly the saddest of stories.

During the previous Immortal Sect competition, Yuchi too could genuinely feel the sorrow emanating from Fellow Daoist Feng—it truly was a rising wind. Ah ah ah ah ah, you strum the pipa, play the strings, I sit before the stage, how does one deliver love's words, listening to the entire performance for a hundred years... even more desperate than this.

Blushing upon leaving his own sect, why is he suddenly yellow? Cold weather and wax... Yuchi asked: "Then Qian Qun, how did you co to be at Wutao Pavilion later?"

Qian Qun smiled faintly, saying two words— "Loneliness."

Yuchi nodded slightly.

Loneliness indeed, taking the example of the previous life—spending rely a day living in the deep mountains is leisurely, but not just a day, a year then? Not a year, then a hundred years? Not a hundred years, then a thousand years? Everyone acknowledges the importance of state of mind, yet many simply equate it to avoiding the noise of the world.

To be elegant for elegance's sake, in reality, intolerably vulgar—it's a form of stubbornness.

"So why didn't you go to the State Capital?" Yuchi was also curious.

In his view, for a woman like Zong Qingkuang, the State Capital would be quite fitting, while Tiesi City inevitably wasted the beauty's presence. If he were Zong Qingkuang, he would've gone directly to the State Capital then; the State Capital has more resources and is better suited for her status.