Chapter 1978

As for a more extreme temperament, throwing a fit now and then, that was also something unavoidable.

Only after Ah Zi calmed down did Ah Zhu recount her background.

After hearing it all, Ah Zi looked at Mu Wanqing, Zhong Ling, and Wang Yuyan, and felt that this world was truly one colossal joke.

Her father really was quite the expert — fathering so many daughters, yet raising not a single one.

"This Prince Zhennan really is something!"

Ah Zi let out a cold snicker, her tone carrying not the slightest hint of respect.

The others did not blame her either; on the contrary, they thoroughly agreed.

In fact, were it not for the bonds of filial piety, Mu Wanqing and the rest would have long since stormed his door and beaten Duan Zhengchun until he could no longer look after himself.

"Sister, have you ever met that woman?" Ah Zi suddenly asked.

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Ah Zhu shook her head: "What would meeting her change? Scold her to her face, or go and acknowledge kinship? Since we're all daughters he sent away, am I supposed to throw myself at him, angling for a share of wealth and rank? I, Ah Zhu, have hands and feet of my own — doing that would only earn people's contempt."

A gleam shone in Ah Zi's eyes as she said: "Sister's words make sense. We have our own hands and feet — why should we go acknowledge kinship? Is the Duan clan of Dali really all that impressive?"

Shifting the topic, she asked: "What's the story with Sister Mu? Surely she hasn't received divine transmission and is about to become an immortal?"

Ah Zhu looked toward Mu Wanqing, saw her nod calmly, and only then began to speak at length, laying out the reasons within.

Ah Zi listened, utterly dumbfounded.

All those myriad heavens and worlds, those sacred Buddhas and divine beings — it truly opened her eyes.

She had originally assumed Star Palace Sea was a well, and the Central Plains a larger sky; once she had seen the Nine Provinces of the Central Plains, she thought that was the extent of the world.

She never imagined that the humble Central Plains, the humble world, was itself just a slightly larger well.

"The myriad heavens and worlds?" Ah Zi's face lit up. "Does that mean I can become an immortal too?"

Ah Zhu nodded: "Of course. However, before you cultivate, it would be best to first discard your poison arts."

"Why?" Ah Zi was shocked. "Does cultivating immortality also require being a righteous sect hero — poison isn't allowed?"

Ah Zhu laughed: "Not at all. I just worry that poisonous things harm the body."

Ah Zi looked toward Wang Yuyan and asked: "Sister Yuyan, if I cultivate, how long before I can be as powerful as you — slamming Ding Chunqiu dead with a single palm?"

Wang Yuyan laughed: "With immortal arts and divine mantras at your disposal, you're still using Ding Chunqiu as your target — how much face does he have? You there, you should aim higher. In the future, even Buddhas and Guanyins won't be your match!"

"That powerful!"

Ah Zi listened, overjoyed.

At this moment, she felt her mood was utterly carefree — utterly different from before.

If all the women had been of noble lineage, living blissful lives, she might still have felt deep resentment.

But their backgrounds were exactly like hers — all abandoned orphans — and she was suddenly seized by a feeling of shared suffering and kinship of blood.

This feeling made her absolutely delighted.

For over a decade, she had finally found an organization, finally come home.