Chapter 113: Sect Master, I Don’t Want to Work Hard Anymore!, Part 2


    It was Ning Long, the Third Prince. He was chatting with a woman in a black dress, his gaze filled with infatuation. And the woman was Huang Manting.


    He moves on quickly. He was interested in Lingxuan before, and now he’s smitten with the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce’s young mistress? It made sense. She had a certain magnetism. If not for Bai Ruoxi, she would be considered the most beautiful woman in Tianxuan City. But while her feet were delicate and fair, her bosom wasn’t as ample as Bai Ruoxi’s. It was a significant flaw. And judging by her smile, she was clearly hiding her dominant nature. Poor Third Prince. He’s being played, and he doesn’t even realize it. He thinks he’s about to conquer her. He had fallen into a wicked woman’s trap.


    She seemed to sense his gaze, looking up at him, her smile sweet and alluring. The Third Prince, oblivious, smiled back, believing he had captivated her.


    “He’s so annoying, Young Master Mu. He’s been pestering me for days. I didn’t seduce him,” she whispered mentally.


    Why are you telling me this? We’re not close. “He’s the Third Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty. If you play your cards right, you might become the crown princess,” he replied, his voice laced with amusement.


    “The crown prince has already been chosen. And even if he wasn’t, the Eldest Princess would take over. He has no chance,” she scoffed.


    The current crown prince was the Empress’s son, and the Eldest Princess, while a woman, was also incredibly capable. If she were a man, she might have been chosen as the heir.


    He knew all this, so he simply smiled, looking up at the platform. The sect master had risen from her seat and was walking towards an altar. It was time for the ancestral worship, a ceremony performed only during the opening ceremony. However, the Two Polarities Sect didn’t worship their ancestors. They worshipped the Dao. Legend had it that an Immortal Ascension cultivator, having achieved resonance with the Heavenly Dao, had ushered in the age of cultivation. That cultivator, they were the first cultivator in the world.


    He stared at Shang Yanfei, her gray robe flowing gracefully, her long hair cascading down her back, her figure a vision of unparalleled beauty.


    She’s so beautiful. But she’s too high-level for me. He dismissed the thought, focusing on the ceremony, watching as she ascended the altar.


    “The inner disciple selections will begin after the ceremony, right? Are you confident?” Wei Mengrou asked suddenly.


    He shook his head, chuckling. “Even if I wasn’t confident, I would still try my best, Mengrou. So we can be together.”


    She scoffed. “Do you really think anyone will choose me?”


    The cultivation world valued destiny, and her destiny was abysmal. Most, upon learning about her bad luck, would reconsider.


    “Ling Long’s destiny didn’t have any effect on you?” he asked.


    “No,” she replied, her voice flat.


    She hesitated, then added, her voice low. “I’m sorry. I wasted a destiny inheritance.”


    Ling Long’s inheritances were highly coveted. It was understandable that she felt guilty for wasting one.


    “There’s no need to be so formal, Mengrou,” he said, chuckling, his voice gentle and reassuring. “And you’re at the fifth level of Core Formation. Many would be eager to take you as a disciple.”


    Fifth level of Core Formation at her age. If not for her bad luck, if she had encountered more opportunities, her cultivation would be even higher. The peak lords, seeking talented disciples for the next sect tournament, wouldn’t overlook someone like her.


    “If you’re not chosen as an inner disciple, I won’t become one either. That was my promise to your mother,” she said calmly.


    “You’re willing to give up inner discipleship to stay with me. You must have a crush on me, Mengrou,” he teased.


    She glared at him, ignoring him.


    “I’m a special recruit. I’m not sure if I’ll be chosen as an inner disciple, but I can make it happen,” he said, his voice a confident whisper.


    He had displayed his talent for formations during the trial on Boundless Sea Peak. It would surely have attracted the examiners’ attention. And even if it hadn’t, his status as a Vessel was enough to entice them. But he didn’t want to reveal that secret unless absolutely necessary.


    He might be a kept man, but he only wanted to be kept by Senior Sister Lan. The other women, they were too old. It wouldn’t be appropriate. Although the female elders are quite beautiful. And Master Yan is exceptionally alluring. She’s my type. He sighed inwardly.


    In the cultivation world, one couldn’t judge a woman by her age. Perhaps I’ll just indulge a little. He looked away, trying to dismiss the thought.


    “Child, come here…”


    A voice, faint and ethereal, whispered in his ear, sending a chill down his spine.


    He froze, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, searching for the source of the voice, but he couldn’t pinpoint its location.


    “Child, come here…” The voice, weak and ancient, echoed in his mind.


    He shivered, goosebumps erupting on his skin.


    “What’s wrong?” Wei Mengrou asked, sensing his unease.


    “Didn’t you hear anything?” he whispered.


    She frowned. “What do you mean?”


    So only I can hear it. Or is someone sending me a mental message?


    Who could it be? One of the elders or peak lords? No, they had no reason to contact him, especially during the ceremony.


    Perhaps it’s just my imagination.


    “My child…”


    The ghostly voice echoed again, sending a shiver down his spine.


    He looked up, his gaze fixed on the altar, his eyes widening with shock and disbelief. The voice was coming from the altar! sea??h thё Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.