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

Wang Haoran’s face was full of smiles as he retorted, "So, Fellow Daoist Zong, you don’t know my wife? Don’t try to deceive me. I can be quite good-natured sometimes, but if someone tries to fool me, I immediately lose the desire to cooperate, and then it gets a bit uncomfortable, eh."

"Of course, if you are willing to cooperate with me, there are silver and gold involved."

"Silver and gold, lots of it."

Yuchi: "..."

I’ve really suffered from being poor!

This question is crucial, as Wang Haoran seems to have Yuchi in his sights. Yuchi, wanting to make money, pondered a while before saying, "If we’re talking about being acquainted, we should be, since during the Grand Immortal Competition, your wife was indeed there."

"Fellow Daoist Feng and I met during the Grand Immortal Competition."

Wang Haoran immediately looked at Feng Zhaoyang.

Feng Zhaoyang nodded immediately, "Yes, Fellow Daoist Zong and I met during the Grand Immortal Competition. I approached him to vent my grievances; those were truly tough times. I didn’t expect to meet Fellow Daoist Zong again in this vast state capital."

Yuchi: Look, these two sly dogs are giving each other knowing glances, yet they claim not to know each other. These two are conspiring to deceive me or perhaps simply don’t trust me at all. They’re not answering the question of cooperation; instead, they’re probing me, checking my background!

I’m really helpless right now. To be honest, I suspected Wang Haoran would investigate who I really am, but I didn’t expect him to recognize me so readily.

This really is uncomfortable.

And this Bu Huoran, sharing such information with your husband? Had I known back in Tiesi City, I would’ve extracted something from you first!

You rascal, I’m your daughter’s sect leader, and here you are undermining me, lacking in moral sense!

Feng Zhaoyang was giving Yuchi a suggestive look: Sly dog, you’re really involved with Bu Huoran, huh? They are so concerned about you they even drew a portrait of you! And yet you pretended not to know Bu Huoran before; you’re really not an honest person!

You’re not pretending not to know Bu Huoran; you’re just afraid that your post-rain story with Bu Huoran will reach Wang Haoran, and he’ll want your head!

You’re really a piece of work, going as far as meddling with someone’s wife.

Yuchi: ... I never showed Bu Huoran my Zong Liangqing face...

Well, it seems even Feng Zhaoyang is hard to fool now.

I know you’re lying, you know I know you’re lying, and we all know everyone is lying.

Yin Shuang: The adult world is really dirty.

Wang Haoran, however, seemed indifferent, laughing as he continued to ask, "Aside from being the leader of the Ascension Gate..."

Wang Haoran: "?"

Yuchi: "Four Ascensions."

Wang Haoran: "Oh, aside from being the leader of the Ascension Gate, are you also a junior uncle?"

Feng Zhaoyang: "???"

What kind of ghost sect name is this, it really seems like a shady sect.

Yuchi: "No, the junior uncle and I are two separate people, and your wife should not have seen my looks, so how could there be a portrait of me?"

Wang Haoran immediately shook his head and took out a painting, presenting it in front of Yuchi and Feng Zhaoyang. The portrait indeed showed a neat and handsome young man wearing black, sketched out in ink.

Yuchi was a bit amazed: Is this cheating or what? Who’s the painter? Such skills not used for artbooks would be a waste.

Wang Haoran looked at the portrait and then at Yuchi, "I got this from her, and it depicts what the junior uncle of the Ascension Sect looks like. She said she has a very good relationship with this junior uncle, likes him a lot, and you say it’s not you? You claim it’s your junior uncle?"

Yuchi nodded, "I said it’s not me; it’s my junior uncle. We simply look quite alike."

"Just quite alike?"

Wang Haoran didn’t believe it; he held the portrait up next to Yuchi’s head and looked closely, "Are you sure it’s not you? You call this mere resemblance?"

Yuchi nodded, "Yes, I said this really isn’t me; I said we’re just simply alike."

Wang Haoran’s expression became more peculiar, "I’m telling you it’s you. Look, you clearly look the same. You’re Zong Liangqing; the junior uncle is you. Zong Liangqing and the junior uncle are the same person."

Feng Zhaoyang was completely confused, "Wait, don’t talk. Let me sort this out first."

All went silent.

Feng Zhaoyang continued, "Firstly, Old Thief Zong, you do know Bu Huoran because you met during the Grand Immortal Competition, but you were wearing a little fox mask at the time, so Bu Huoran didn’t see your face, right?"

You damn decide to summarize at this moment? Well, Feng Zhaoyang, I really misjudged you, you thick-browed, big-eyed old sly dog.