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

"In my eyes, the Celestial Craft Workshop isn’t a mountain that protects us cultivators; it’s a double-edged blade. It doesn’t just block the enemy cultivators from outside, but also those from our local Third Province. If anyone dares to challenge the stability of the Third Province, then it’s war."

Yuchi nodded, he understood Feng Zhaoyang’s point.

This thing is like the physical body and firearms in the previous life. Cultivators are like the physical body—powerful if trained professionally—and they can’t be judged by ordinary human standards. A sliding tackle could kill a tiger, though humans can be stronger. But when faced with guns, gunpowder, missiles, or even thermonuclear weapons, it’s a different story.

Weak bodies possess powerful weapons, dubbed Divine Power.

Of course, this is just an example. Top cultivators can reach the level of these Heavenly Crafted Objects, already a terrifying might. Keep in mind, Heavenly Crafted Objects are immensely powerful but usually stationary for defense. Active attacks are quite difficult.

The downside is inflexibility; the upside is great power. Plus, many people work in the Celestial Craft Workshop, so they are naturally fearless.

"You ever been to other provinces, you scoundrel?" Yuchi asked.

In front of him, a battle was already underway; a fight between two Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, turning the sky’s color. Fierce winds blew against him, lifting his hair, along with the lush scenery having a touch of icy mountains, like ocean waves pushed by the Spiritual Qi’s heat currents.

"None." Feng Zhaoyang said.

None is none, but "none"...? Yuchi rolled his eyes at Feng Zhaoyang: "Focus on your cultivation. We could visit other provinces together later?"

Yuchi found Feng Zhaoyang reliable. If they go out together, it’s good to have someone to look out for each other, even if they don’t get along or like each other. In other provinces, they would be compatriots.

"Oh, I’d love to, but I doubt I can get through this."

Feng Zhaoyang set up a Spiritual Energy Barrier, protecting Yuchi next to him. Rocks smashed against it, causing ripples. Upon contact, the rocks disintegrated to dust, as Feng Zhaoyang’s eyes filled with confusion.

"What’s up? Are you dying?" Yuchi asked.

"Damn you."

Feng Zhaoyang chuckled bitterly: "I won’t get into specifics, but every household has its woes. If you ever think of leaving the Third Province, find me in the State Capital and ask Wang Haoran; I’m sticking with him from now on, although I’m not sure if I can handle this."

"Dealing with this is really hard."

Yuchi: "..."

Yuchi: "Oh."

Feng Zhaoyang: "..."

Feng Zhaoyang: "Just "oh"? Aren’t you curious what happened to me?"

Yuchi glanced dismissively at Feng Zhaoyang’s expectant expression: "Why bother asking if you’re not going to tell me anyway? I’m not going to chase after you to help, am I? You’re not a woman. And don’t have any ideas about me; I always love beautiful ladies. A man like you—stop being so sketchy."

Poof! Feng Zhaoyang: "...Dammit, you heartless guy."

Yuchi burst into laughter.

Feng Zhaoyang rubbed his hands, looking sheepishly at Yuchi: "Brother, do you have some spare silver taels you can lend me?"

Yuchi: "Nope."

Feng Zhaoyang: "Heartless!"

Yuchi laughed as a brilliant blade aura cut through the sky, leaving a heavy crack on the earth, akin to a massive earthquake. Fighting between Nascent Soul Stage cultivators is terrifying; it looks like these guys are risking their lives, gambling their opponent dies.

Brightly colored Spiritual Qi collided in the sky, like New Year’s fireworks across the State Capital. The fireworks emitted a pleasant gunpowder aroma, with a bizarrely sweet, roasted animal scent.

Mountain animals: "Do you have manners?!"

Feng Zhaoyang stood beside Yuchi and said: "So, even though I said I left the legendary sect, I actually lost a cultivation agreement with them. I didn’t reach the specified cultivation level in time, so I have to repay double what they invested in me."

"I’ve paid back a lot, but I’m still short quite a bit."

Winning the bet would make Feng Zhaoyang the sect leader of the legendary sect, enjoying abundant elixirs; losing means repaying twice the elixir costs. Freeloading is delightful until losing and crying tears; they call it marrying into the sect, but these clans aren’t foolish.

The agreement is signed before joining."

"So how much do you have to pay after losing?" Yuchi asked curiously.

"Not much, just over 8 million. Over time, I’ve paid over 3 million; I still owe over 5 million."

"They didn’t cheat me. Every elixir I consumed was documented."

"I’ve verified it, and it’s accurate. I consumed elixirs worth 4 million, having to repay over 8 million. Isn’t it quite thrilling?" Feng Zhaoyang rubbed his head sheepishly as a brick suddenly smashed into his Spiritual Energy Barrier, flushing his face red.