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

"Haha... hahaha."

Yuchi felt quite embarrassed as he listened to the chorus of teasing voices from the surrounding women. He looked at Zong Qianqun with her eyes tightly shut and an expression of poignant longing.

Smelling the pleasant body fragrance, Yuchi, with his thick skin, was now blushing: "Uh huh, as long as you like it. Besides, there are many other senior and junior sisters here. You should try experiencing the Spiritual Qi density at Ascension Gate now; it should be better for cultivation."

"May you stay forever youthful, Qian Qun."

"Mm-hmm, may you stay forever youthful, Sect Leader Senior Brother!"

Zong Qianqun left, touched, while holding a small peach blossom.

After an incense stick burned, Yuchi arrived at the highest mountain peak of Ascension Gate.

The straw hut seemed to have been tended to by some disciple, as there was a small stove inside along with some tea sets and other objects. This was quite strange; no wonder disciples come to prepare daily, right?

If that’s indeed the case, then it’s pretty nice. Being the Sect Leader of Ascension Gate is a bit arduous, but overall quite comfortable.

Yuchi sniffed the perfume scent on his body, sitting on the ground, looking out the window.

Was it Song the Beauty who gave all the perfume to the senior and junior sisters?

But this scent is quite nice too; it feels like you can perceive beauties walking towards you, it’s just that there were more disciples earlier...

If there were no one, he could have properly felt Qian Qun’s warmth.

Even though this beauty in red no longer holds the Pavilion Master status, she still enchants everyone. So if there’s a chance in the future, he must respond to the beauty’s gratitude properly.

"Now is my chance to take the elixir."

Yuchi looked at the elixir that appeared in his hand, and it certainly looked expensive.

"Yes, I saw these elixirs when the Ascension Gate was just established."

"But the price of these elixirs back then scared the hell out of me."

"Now, compared to the gold and silver required for cultivation breakthroughs at Ascension Gate, this elixir is just a million."

Things changed, leading to senseless reflection.

"It’s not that I’m arrogant, but in the face of fifty million, a million is nothing."

"It’s like owing someone ten thousand yuan was painful, owing a hundred thousand more painful, and owing a million is a limit for most people."

"However, when you owe ten million, it feels fun; when you owe a hundred million, you walk with a smile; owe a billion, and you can brag about it."

"Breaking the pot to pieces, hahaha."

Some people say this and end up crying.

Anyway, it’s time for this elixir now. Not much thinking—whatever the case, I have First-Grade Talent, right?

Of course, if it’s First-Grade Talent, then I don’t need to take elixirs for a while, as I’m not destined for cultivation.

Unless I take an elixir and suddenly gain talent above Fifth Grade, then I could say Yuchi really might have a chance at cultivation.

"If I can take an elixir and directly break through to Fifth Grade or above in talent, I’ll immediately do a headstand while washing my hair." Yuchi gave himself a dose of Poisonous Milk.

Calling it Poisonous Milk, it’s just a "pillow" effect—who knows what the outcome will be?

"Ancient Treasure Manual, may it help me succeed!"

Yuchi swallowed the elixir with a gulp, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

He tried to look like a proper cultivator, but sitting on the ground, he resembled old folks slouched over playing cards.

Or perhaps like one or two lazy orange cats, hunched over with lowered heads, not looking like a cultivator at all.

Then Yuchi felt something inside him shatter, prompting him to quickly look up, checking his magical artifacts to ensure they were not broken—he was relieved. Then more shattering sounds resonated repeatedly, again and again, up to nine times.

After the elixir’s effects faded, he looked at the Spirit Root Talent on his forehead in the copper mirror.

Initially disbelieving, he rubbed his eyes to confirm; there was a brilliant "Nine" on his forehead—could it be... Ninth-Grade Talent?

Ninth Grade?

Ninth Grade?

Grade Grade Grade Grade Grade Grade Grade Grade Grade?!

Yuchi stood on his head by the wall’s edge while washing his hair, eyes wide in shock at the ceiling!

Who would’ve thought this? Initially, he’d often believed he couldn’t cultivate, thinking it was a waste of gold and silver.

But now, seeing this, he unexpectedly can cultivate? And his talent skyrocketed to the max level? Damn, it’s bewildering!

Then, using Spiritual Qi to blow away the water droplets on his hair, Yuchi tied his hair, standing dazedly by the window and looking at the sky.

"Hiss! Hoo!"

"Tsk! Ha!"

"Hoo! Hey!"

The sky was as blue as if washed, crystal clear. Feeling it slightly, he felt like soaking in a hot spring; his pores seemed to actively absorb Spiritual Qi.