Chapter 32: At Thirteen, He Visits Baili Xuan—The Wang Clan Has a Heir!

As a transplant refined by countless works of art and literature, Yulou was no stranger to the idea that powerful figures might secretly visit brothels, bathhouses, or dance halls.

Countless legendary Immortal Emperors, Dao Ancestors, and Naruto figures all encountered great fortunes in such places before they rose to prominence.

But True Person Danri was clearly different from those secret-visiting masters in the stories.

The point wasn’t that her appearance exhibited some universal physiological female trait—it was her costume...

Her plump body was wrapped in a golden gauze robe that clung tightly to her figure, juice still smeared at the corners of her lips from having just devoured spirit fruits, looking exactly like a greedy little girl.

The most absurd part was that True Person Danri had tied her hair into twin buns—completely the look of a thirteen-year-old neighborhood girl.

From every angle, she bore no trace of a great cultivator.

Yet Yulou knew clearly: from Wang Xianmao’s startled reaction upon approaching, it was evident the clan chief’s spiritual sense had detected him—but not this True Person.

The crushing superiority of a Purple Mansion cultivator over a Foundation Establishment cultivator was hidden in these seemingly casual details.

So this chubby little girl was undoubtedly True Person Danri!

“Before you arrived, I was getting along quite well with these two boys. Now that you’re here, it’s all boring. Xianmao, what do you think we should do?”

True Person Danri sat in her seat, propping her chubby pink hand against her chin, speaking to the clan chief, who still stood frozen, unable to recover from his shock.

When a True Person questioned him, what could Clan Chief Wang Xianmao do?

The old clan chief reacted swiftly, immediately turning to roar at the two brothers.

“You brats! Did you just offend True Person Danri?!”

It seemed the clan chief chose to first punish the little brats—but this choice wasn’t so simple.

It carried superb reflexes, bitter restraint, unyielding willpower... and love for his clan’s younger generation.

If these two brats had indeed offended True Person Danri, then Wang Xianmao’s reaction was perfectly calibrated.

Master, if they were disrespectful, I’ve already scolded them—enough already.

If they didn’t offend True Person Danri, then getting scolded by their own clan chief wouldn’t hurt them.

A modern twenty-first-century prefab giant baby like Yu’an is unsuited to this cruel cultivation world; his resilience before the ten consecutive trials was the best proof.

Wang Rong gave Yu’an a brutal slap that forced him to choose: either learn to adapt, or don’t step into it—go home and raise donkeys!

At that moment, Yu’an actually had a choice.

It was a choice—a luxury beyond measure, forged by over a dozen generations of Wang ancestors through relentless struggle, held open for him before the wheel of fate rolled over the thirteen-year-old boy!

But Wang Xianmao had none of that now.

True Person Danri was probably joking.

Yet Wang Xianmao had not the slightest courage to gamble—even the slightest hint of daring was absent.

With his superb reflexes, the clan chief chose bitter restraint, his unyielding willpower yielding the safest possible response after the True Person’s seemingly teasing question.

Children, don’t blame your clan chief for being ungentle—you don’t understand what these True Person are.

True Person and ordinary people are two different kinds of beings!

“Hahaha, I must’ve offended them by interrupting their tea. Hahaha!”

Seeing the two unlucky brothers get scolded again by their own clan chief, True Person Danri burst into laughter once more.

They came to Baili Xuan for a pot of spirit tea, only to be startled by themselves, then reluctantly decide to finish their tea and flee.

Now they couldn’t even flee—and were caught by their own clan chief.

Amazing!

“No offense, Elder! She was just joking with us—no offense at all!” Yulou hurried to say.

Standing before the True Person, Yulou had no nerve to believe the chubby girl’s mockery of them was an offense.

Could a True Person’s actions even be called an offense?

They absolutely could not!

That was called sharing joy with the common folk—that was the True Person’s profound affectionate prodding!

But this kind of prodding was too profound; Yulou simply hadn’t grasped it in that moment!

“Boring, boring. All of you Wangs are cut from the same mold.

Yinghua Senior Brother was like this, and now, a thousand years later, you, Xianmao, are the same—and this child too.

Why hasn’t your Wang clan produced a Purple Mansion cultivator in over a thousand years?

It’s because you lack the boldness to charge forward!”

Yinghua Senior Brother?

Wang Yinghua, the fourth son of the progenitor Wang Xuanying?

Yulou didn’t have time to think further before True Person Danri pointed at the clan chief again.

“Go. You’ve ruined my mood. Go pick several male entertainers from Baili Xuan and have them perform on stage.

I’m not in a position to do it myself—those cultivators only ever pick female entertainers, and I’m about to fall asleep watching them.”

Wang Xianmao’s mind still echoed with the words “because you lack the boldness to charge forward.” Hearing True Person Danri’s command, he immediately bowed deeply in response.

“I’ll arrange it right away. Shall I get you a better private booth upstairs? The view’s better there.”

At these words, Yulou’s gaze toward the clan chief changed instantly.

Clan Chief... judging by this, you’ve clearly spent plenty here at Baili Xuan, haven’t you?

“No need. Anywhere’s fine.”

True Person Danri casually swept Yulou and Yu’an over to her seat and said:

“I’ll test these two children’s spiritual roots—I won’t let you waste your spirit stones.”

Wang Xianmao was overjoyed, and cheerfully went off to contact the male entertainers.

True Person Danri placed her chubby little hand on Yulou’s shoulder; Yulou tensed like a drawn bowstring.

“Relax. Six Fire, four Water. For Qi Refining, choose... hmm, the Drip Cave’s Reverse Vein Gui Water Qi—it suits you best, and it’s top-tier in combat.”

Qi Refining, Qi Refining—the greatest difference among Qi Refining cultivators lies in the type of qi they cultivate.

Power, effects, compatibility—all must be considered.

“You, on the other hand, have eight Metal, two Earth. Too much Metal, and your Earth root is too thin.

In this case, you have two choices: the Red Lantern’s Rust Iron Yin Metal Qi will let you reach Foundation Establishment fastest, but you’ll need to supplement four meridian foundations afterward.

Or use a dual Metal-Earth spiritual qi—your Wang clan’s Red Rock Wash Metal Qi works fine. Any better choice would demand enormous cost.”

True Person Danri, of Purple Mansion stature, was helping them discern their spiritual root traits and guiding their Qi Refining path.

Hongmei had come to meet True Person Danri for precisely this reason—he wanted her to assess whether his Qi Refining progress had reached the Foundation Establishment threshold.

Yet now, the opportunity Hongmei had begged for, Yulou and Yu’an had simply received effortlessly.

How did they get it?

They came to Baili Xuan for a pot of spirit wine, endured the sight of female immortals, drank while watching—and got it!

Where could Hongmei possibly complain?

“Wang Yulou, Wang Yu’an, thank you, True Person, for your guidance!”

True Person Danri waved her hand, turned her gaze to the stage in the center of Baili Xuan’s pool, and picked up another spirit fruit to devour.

On stage, the male entertainers Wang Xianmao had requested had begun sword dancing.

Compared to these two old children who, now aware of her true identity, were stiff and restrained, the True Person clearly preferred watching handsome, elegant male entertainers.

“Master, are you satisfied with these?”

Wang Xianmao returned and asked respectfully.

“Acceptable.”

True Person Danri was here only for entertainment; she had seen too many prodigies and brilliant talents to be impressed—it was like having tasted every kind of rare delicacy.

Coming to Baili Xuan was purely out of boredom—to sample some wild flavor.

“Then enjoy your show—I’ll take these two brats and leave.”

Standing before a Purple Mansion cultivator wasn’t strictly beneficial; such great cultivators could decide the fate of the entire Wang clan with a single thought. Wang Xianmao wanting to leave quickly was perfectly normal.

True Person Danri spoke with deliberate meaning:

“They’re not brats. Your Wang clan has a worthy successor—these two boys are only thirteen and already visiting Baili Xuan. Remarkable indeed~”

Yu’an was stunned. He turned to his elder brother, his eyes full of confusion.

Brother, didn’t the True Person just say she was helping us prove we were only here for tea?

Why did she change her mind?

“Thank you, True Person, for your guidance—I’ll definitely give them a good beating later!”

Saying this, Wang Xianmao glared at the two.

“Hahaha, enough, Xianmao, you’re too easily flustered. Go on, go.”