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

"Well, as an outsider, it’s not really appropriate for me to say too much about the specifics. However, given the current circumstances, there are times when things need to be said."

Xu Rufeng calmly remarked:

"Every one of us has strengths and weaknesses. No single person can fully handle big matters alone. The essence of this world is mutual support and progress. Yet I don’t understand why some people are so arrogant, always thinking they can resolve everything by themselves, only to end up making everyone unhappy."

After speaking, he instructed the disciples of the Celestial Craft Workshop to continue their work, while he himself silently put away his folding fan and observed the situation, pondering how to manage these corpses.

Meanwhile, Song Qingshan stood aside, motionless, with an expression of utter bewilderment.

He was utterly clueless about the situation.

Firstly, wasn’t Yuchi just the chairman of a small town’s business association? In his eyes, this was akin to the shopkeeper of a general store, not even a large general store, but one hidden in an alleyway. So, does such a chairman count for anything...

Secondly, why was the Celestial Craft Workshop so favorable towards Yuchi, even helping speak on his behalf at such a time? It makes no sense, especially since when others talked to him earlier, the tone was quite stiff, as if they were only speaking that way for Yuchi’s sake!

Thirdly, does Yuchi have any backing forces? What was the situation with that Jade Ship? And what about that short-statured woman? Although it’s unclear what her cultivation level is, her expression showed no fear whatsoever, only some dislike. Could she be someone from his uncle’s side? That wouldn’t be right either; even if his uncle had a good relationship with Yuchi, why would the disciples from his uncle’s sect also have a good relationship with him?

So many questions came up, and as he stood there, he had no idea why he was even there, what he was supposed to do!

"As a star gazer at the Astra Observatory... have I been sidelined?" Song Qingshan could hardly believe he would ever see such a day, when his status had become so insignificant, and he couldn’t even compare to Yuchi.

Why?

Confusion... doubts and some unease, Song Qingshan didn’t even notice when his daughter had arrived beside him. When Song Yinghan saw the people from the Celestial Craft Workshop, she respectfully bowed.

Upon learning from them that Yuchi had already left and grasping a rough understanding of the situation, she stood silently in place.

For a long time.

Self-mocking breaths came from behind her mask. Well, well, any relationship I built with Yuchi over this period was indeed cut off by my father, severed directly, and now he even chased the others away.

Interesting.

Truly too interesting. Song Yinghan gave Song Qingshan one last bit of face; she didn’t want to say too much in front of outsiders at this time. After quietly looking twice, she chose to leave.

Her heart was filled with profound anguish, fearing that their Astra Observatory couldn’t wash away the stain. They were pulled into the mud by her father, stained as dark as can be.

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"I also can’t escape it."

"Ugh."

With a sigh, what else was there to say? Looking up at the moonlit winter snow, her heart felt cold as she thought:

"Yuchi, I don’t even know whether I should go find you, and after finding you, I don’t know what to say... Ugh, I really thought this through too simply this time. I had no idea other people viewed our Astra Observatory this way."

"We really don’t have any reason to be arrogant; we just live in this mountain nook, yet presume we’re extraordinary."

"Ugh."

Sighs resonated within her heart. If only... If only I knew today would come, I should’ve been more proactive before to build a good relationship with Yuchi. That way, at least the relationship could rise a notch, but how to handle it now?

Should I go with a thick face?

This would be literally sending oneself over. It doesn’t even have that mutual affection feeling.

Out of luck.

I lost my rightful place as the main wife, killed by her own father’s actions.

"Argh... the main wife position is gone!"

...

Snow enveloped the mountains.

The task of handling the corpses continued.

Song Qingshan silently watched all of this, and after a long pause, muddled to himself, "He’s not a joke; I’ve spent so long making myself into one?"

"He... he’s been putting up with me all along?!"

...

Yuchi on the Jade Ship never knew he had brushed past Song Yinghan. He was simply chatting with his disciples.

Aside from Huo Shanlan having no fear at all, the three other disciples already had their worldviews shattered.

Originally, they had merely intended to have an evening outing and never expected this. Suddenly seeing so many corpses made them reluctant to leave the Jade Ship.

The affair involuntarily brought them into it, pondering what if they disappeared; the Sect Leader Senior Brother would be so anxious, yet they would be powerless, buried by a cruel murderer, becoming mere dirt in the array.

The cruelty of the murderer was terrifying.

"So, cultivators, if not cultivating the heart, will surely become brutal individuals." Yuchi said with a smile.

Cultivation begins with cultivating the heart; if the heart isn’t well trained, cultivation is meaningless. What’s the point?

Dual cultivation begins by fostering emotions; if emotions aren’t developed well, what’s the point of dual cultivation? What’s the point?

It’s all the same reasoning.

And the disciples seemed to grasp Yuchi’s point, nodding like pecking chickens, "Once back, we must properly cultivate, so as not to get lost and leave the Sect Leader Senior Brother anxious."

"Smart."

Yuchi smiled.

As for the outcome of this matter... Yuchi believed it was grim. Truly figuring it out would take years, possibly even longer. To truly prevent such incidents, strict regulations needed to be implemented within the city. For example, those lacking identification shouldn’t be allowed into Canglan City... And anyone entering the city must have their true capabilities identified.

Only through similar strict measures could the perpetrator be prevented from slipping away unseen. Otherwise, the perpetrator’s arrogance was as if treating Canglan City like their personal marketplace, casually coming over to shop.

"As for that beauty Song, she has her father nearby; there’s no need for me to go over and make it awkward for her."

"Time is lengthy; let’s take it slow."

"We’ll certainly meet again."

"Next time we meet... I won’t let her off so easily." Yuchi said with a light smile.