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

"Right now, he is first and foremost the president of the Xufu Town United Commerce Association, and under this identity, he deals with others using the name Yuchi. This is the image many have of him—a figure with exceptional emotional intelligence."

"And then, he turns out to be the Sect Leader of the Ascension Gate. No wonder... It really explains why his relationship with his disciples is so good. It’s also no surprise that he came to this Immortal Island this time, to bring his disciples over for some sparring!"

"As for his disciples’ cultivation levels, it’s still unclear, but at least there’s a woman named Huo Shanlan who seems to be very powerful... At least more powerful than me? But why would such a disciple join the Ascension Gate? Not to look down upon it, but just stating the fact... The Ascension Gate doesn’t seem to be that prestigious or well-known."

"Since Huo Shanlan is already so impressive, to what extent has Yuchi’s power reached?!"

Song Yinghan patted her fair and delicate cheek, her warm hazel eyes revealing a subtle feminine allure, a maturity hidden in the depths of her gaze, yet ultimately forced into ripening... lacking the lethal charm of Xiangxiang or other courtesans, and not yet possessing enticing, soul-stirring eyes.

Song, the great beauty, wanted to maintain her image, especially in front of Yuchi.

"Back to the main point, he previously showcased his cultivation at the Ascension Gate, and it was indeed quite formidable, definitely stronger than me!"

"So, to what level has his own cultivation reached? As a Sect Leader, he has to be stronger than Huo Shanlan, right? But he doesn’t look older than me. In the eyes of ordinary people, he resembles a seventeen, eighteen, or nineteen-year-old youth, with a handsome face still displaying some carefree immaturity."

"Could such a young person have such cultivation?"

Song Yinghan pondered this, suddenly exclaiming:

"He certainly can’t be someone without a Spirit Root; he’s definitely not the ordinary person he appears to be. And yet, despite his formidable cultivation and the support of his sect, the kindness he displays in everyday life is remarkable! Is it really possible for someone with power and wealth to remain so calm?"

"Aren’t many parents educated their children to excel above others? To make their children look down on all their peers? The more one tramples on their compatriots, the stronger one becomes!?"

Song Yinghan saw three sentences in a dossier, describing phases in a person’s life trajectory, one of which is like this.

First, recognize the mediocrity of one’s parents, no longer blaming them for lacking wealth and power. Second, acknowledge one’s own mediocrity—not the heroic figure imagined in childhood, but rather a small grain under the vast skies. Finally, accept the mediocrity of one’s children; they are not prodigies who can instantly elevate the family, merely ordinary people trapped by circumstances.

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These stages are passed step by step, but there’s a lot of grumbling at each stage.

At least when young, one might complain about their parents being useless, especially when Wang Ergou next door owns a thousand acres of land.

In middle age, one would curse their boss as a fool, saying their subservience is just due to the boss’s luck.

Later, with children, one might desperately want them to succeed, and if they show the slightest rebellion, things can escalate until the child is driven to suicide, only then do they mourn.

Such phases are inevitable, yet Yuchi seems absurdly calm, as if he’s gone through life’s challenges and remains unaffected, proceeding at his own pace.

Can one really live again?

But maintaining such a steady mindset is crucial...

"Complaints against heaven resemble a child’s tantrum, useless beyond emotional outlet, better to read cheerful things like ’Jiangzhou City Gazette’."

"And when he met my father before, someone like my father, even I couldn’t handle his temper, but he managed with such composure! You know, if the Ascension Gate applied pressure then, even my father would be bewildered in no time!"

"How is it possible for a youth, seemingly beneath notice, to harbor such strength—this is a wolf in sheep’s clothing!"

Her fingertips gently massaged her forehead, and her myriad thoughts poured into the cup before her, where a couple of green tea leaves swirled in the brew. Her mind was utterly scrambled, sometimes feeling soft inside, sometimes odd, until she broke out in a wry smile: "Let it be, as long as he doesn’t harm me."

"How could I possibly see through his thoughts."

"Indeed, he’s not Yuchi the plain anymore."

Song, the great beauty, came to a realization.

If Yuchi knew her thoughts, he’d probably be a bit surprised; she seems to know a lot... but clearly over-thinks it.