Chapter 71: The Beautiful Woman

Yu Ke watched the beautiful woman turn gracefully and walk slowly toward him.

A hint of doubt rose in his heart.

In his memory, whether from his past life or these past few days, he had no connection with the beautiful woman.

Yet this white-robed boy’s mother seemed to be deliberately approaching him.

My charm must be overflowing everywhere!

Cancel that thought!

After dismissing the idea.

Yu Ke instinctively straightened his posture, a kind smile spreading across his lips.

As the beautiful woman drew closer!

Yu Ke’s nostrils caught a faint fragrance.

Indeed, perfect in color, aroma, and taste!

The ancients truly did not deceive.

Yu Ke’s eyes reflected the woman’s face.

Her features were radiant, her gaze soft and luminous.

She gave off an air of dignity and virtue.

Yet her figure was undeniably explosive—creating a striking contrast.

Two massive hills approached head-on.

Front view: a watermelon.

Body shape: a pear.

Back view: a peach.

Though Yu Ke had studied many courses in his past life, he was still stunned.

Indeed, women in the cultivation world are just one word.

Amazing!

The beautiful woman, courteous and gentle, smiled softly and said:

“I am Feng Ping of the Cai family of Great Zhou’s Divine Capital, honored to meet Young Master Yu.”

Her voice was soft and polite, leaving Yu Ke unexpectedly flattered.

“Great Zhou’s Cai family?”

Yu Ke’s heart stirred—could it be the Cai family of the Divine Capital? That name was currently at its zenith in the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.

“Feng” was her maiden surname; only married women were addressed thus.

This world was an age of cultivation!

There was no inherent hierarchy between men and women—only strength determined status.

A world where individual power was amplified infinitely.

Female Grand Masters were not uncommon, some even keeping male cultivators as companions.

Marriages between men and women were mostly for cultivation; the fact that she placed “Cai” first indicated her own cultivation was not outstanding.

Not surprising!

The Cai family of Great Zhou’s Divine Capital was even more illustrious than the Langya Wang family.

Within the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, they ranked firmly among the top three, with four True Persons holding court.

Remember!

The Yu family had produced only one True Person—and even that was enough to establish their name along the Luo River for generations.

Now, with four True Persons alive in the Cai family, they could truly be called a “Immortal Clan.”

Facing such a beautiful woman from a Divine Capital elite family, Yu Ke grew even more puzzled.

And!

She knew his name?

Clearly, she had investigated his background.

He returned her courtesy with a respectful bow.

The beautiful woman glanced at the bowl in Yu Ke’s hand—overflowing with spirit rice—and her face showed confusion.

A disciple who could rent such a large courtyard in the outer sect must have considerable background and strength, and should live comfortably.

Yet here was Yu Ke, cooking his own meals—this surprised her.

Truly strange!

She had already investigated the origins of the three people in this house.

Yu Ke in the east room came from the Luo River Yu family, a third-rate clan.

Xie Wanwan in the north room came from the wealthy Xie family.

The person in the south room had a mysterious origin, untraceable.

Only after using some connections did she learn that this house had stood vacant for centuries.

Even during times of acute shortage in the outer sect courtyards, the sect had always kept it reserved.

The true owner behind it remained unidentifiable.

Yu Ke paid no mind to the woman’s confusion.

He set the bowl aside casually, intending to invite her inside—but remembered his quarters were too humble, perhaps unsuitable.

So the two stood at the gate and began chatting.

In conversation, Yu Ke learned her name.

Feng Ping.

She was indeed from the Divine Capital’s Cai family, an illustrious clan with four True Persons.

This explained the white-robed boy’s extravagant spending.

Feng Ping’s own family must also be exceptional—such families marry only within their own class.

Of course!

Yu Ke was stunned to learn Feng Ping’s husband had passed away.

The widow archetype was fully activated.

Upon hearing this, Yu Ke couldn’t help but study Feng Ping more closely.

He noticed that though her face was gentle, her eyes carried an air of resilience and independence.

Single mothers seemed to be just like this.

Women are weak by nature, but become strong as mothers.

The Supreme Xuan world was no different.

“Young Master Yu, I apologize for the intrusion, but I have a request.” Feng Ping finally voiced her plea.

Yu Ke listened attentively, waiting for her to continue.

Feng Ping went on: “I wish to ask Young Master Yu to sublet this house to me.”

Yu Ke looked up, glancing at the small courtyard.

Well, I thought she was after me.

Turns out she’s after the courtyard.

This courtyard did have a serene environment, ideal for cultivation.

Originally, only he and Xie Wanwan lived here; the other two rooms had owners, but no one ever came to reside. The two of them lived here in quiet comfort.

After the white-robed boy arrived two days ago and took the west room, only the south room remained vacant.

Though Yu Ke felt puzzled, he still didn’t fully grasp Feng Ping’s intent.

“But doesn’t Shenxiao Sect have a rule that only Shenxiao disciples may reside in outer sect housing?”

Feng Ping smiled and replied: “Young Master Yu need not worry—even if the sect investigates, there will be no serious punishment.”

“Besides, I recall Young Master Yu has only a little over a year left in the outer sect before leaving Shenxiao Sect. This courtyard will be occupied for at most a year.”

Yu Ke nodded.

Indeed, that was true.

As long as disciples paid sufficient spirit stones each month, the sect rarely questioned whether they actually lived here.

Yu Ke had one year left—his outer sect cultivation career would end then.

In Shenxiao Sect, Yu Ke had already spent five years as an outer sect disciple; only one more year remained.

Shenxiao Sect’s disciple system resembled a full-time university from his past life: disciples had six years for full-time cultivation.

But unlike university, disciples bore all their own expenses during cultivation—including fees for instruction from senior masters.

Truly a rip-off.

On the other hand, Shenxiao Sect provided disciples with abundant resources.

As long as disciples spent spirit stones, they could hire inner sect masters and obtain various Foundation Establishment methods and immortal scriptures, such as the “Guidelines for Cultivating the Dantian.”

Yet these resources and knowledge could not be privately passed to outsiders; disciples had to swear oaths before the ancestral hall of Shenxiao Sect.

In the Supreme Xuan world, oaths were answered by the Dao—if broken, consequences were severe.

In Shenxiao Sect, you could enjoy the heritage of a ten-thousand-year-old grand sect.

Like being given a super platform.

And there was also a fair, just, and upward path for advancement.

For disciples with exceptional talent, they could directly join the Inner Sect and benefit from the sect’s concentrated resources for cultivation—undoubtedly a shortcut to becoming a strong cultivator.

For those with slightly inferior talent but respectable family backgrounds, they could pay their way into the Outer Sect, pass its assessments, and still have the chance to enter the Inner Sect, receiving the same treatment and resources as Inner Sect disciples.

If your talent is insufficient and your lineage is no good, you’re out.

Come on, come on!

There are also Servant Disciples for you to choose from.

Through steady effort and promotion, one could still attain higher status and better treatment.

This institutional design gave every disciple a clear goal and motivation, infusing the entire sect with vitality and competitiveness.

Yu Ke could only say: the person who designed this system was truly a genius.

(End of Chapter)