When An Zhengzheng went to question them, everyone frowned and replied to her.

"The medicine that was distributed was all given by the girls to their older and younger brothers."

"We've already asked the children about sword making, and they all agree."

That's all.

Everyone felt that this was no big deal; it would be a good thing to use it on male cultivators, but a waste to use it on female cultivators.

From then on, An Zhengzheng stopped bothering her.

She simply increased the number of times and the difficulty of her practice sessions.

Thinking back to this, she seemed somewhat dazed.

Faced with her barrage of questions, the clan chief coldly replied, "Because that's how it is in the world."

This is true in the human world, and it is also true in the world of cultivation.

"If the world is like this, then is it right?" An Zhengzheng asked.

"You think you can fight against the whole world?" Second Uncle couldn't help but interject, his words utterly laughable at such a young age. "Even if the An family is fair as you say, what about the outside world? Can you control the outside world?"

An Zhengzheng remained silent, but her eyes grew increasingly resolute.

Why not?

One day, she will change this world.

It begins in the world of cultivation.

She became the first female top scholar in the imperial examination, and in the future, she will have more say in the cultivation world.

As male cultivators gain more power and influence, female cultivators in the cultivation world have seen far too little of a path other than marriage.

She, An Zhengzheng, will pave this way.

All her efforts so far have been aimed at letting women know that women can also become goddesses, and that there is another path for them to follow.

Let all parents in the world know that their daughters are just as good.

She believed so fervently that in the end, she would become a god.

Most of those who become gods in the world are male cultivators. After ascending to heaven, they turn a blind eye to the suffering of women in the world.

Sooner or later...

"Zhengzheng, be a good girl."

The clan chief placed the family genealogy in front of her and asked her to sign it and provide blood.

Auntie seemed touched by An Zhengzheng's words, and said with regret, "It would be a blessing if you could have your name recorded in the An family genealogy. After you get married, you really... won't even have a name anymore."

An Zhengzheng looked at her, feeling only pity in her heart.

Actually, they do care, and some of them also want to leave some trace in this world.

Their bodies gave birth to men all over the world.

Those men erased their existence.

"Unless the names of all the aunts, sisters, and other female relatives are also written down in the clan."

An Zhengzheng refused to back down. "I don't care whether my name is recorded in the family tree or not. If I'm dead, I'm dead; if I become a god, I'm a god. It doesn't matter. All I want from beginning to end is one thing... and that is fairness."

“They are clearly siblings from the same mother, yet they are divided into high and low, noble and lowly, because of the difference between men and women… Then I’d rather not be included in this family tree.”

It was obvious that the clansmen were instantly agitated because of An Zhengzheng's stubbornness.

The uncles and aunts either mocked or attacked, showing no trace of the loving kindness of elders.

Lin and her aunts and uncles tried to persuade her with kind words.

After listening to it all, it was all the same old clichés and rhetoric that couldn't brainwash An Zhengzheng.

An Zhengzheng had said everything she wanted to say, and then fell silent.

“It is a disgrace to the clan to have such an unfilial daughter as you. In that case, your name is not worthy to be signed in the clan genealogy.”

The clan chief stopped everyone and gave An Zhengzheng her final punishment.

"Make her kneel as punishment, so she can properly face her ancestors in the ancestral hall." Old Madam An said coldly as she delivered her final words. "She took three days off, didn't she? Then she can kneel until the very last day."

An Zhengzheng looked up at her, and her aged face was filled with disgust and anger.

When Madam An saw that her granddaughter still dared to look at her, she sneered.

She had four sons in her life. If she were to demand fairness as An Zhengzheng suggested, wouldn't her life be a joke?

An Zhengzheng was indeed forced to kneel in the ancestral hall as punishment.

Ironically, because women are not allowed to enter the inner gate of the ancestral hall, even when she was punished by kneeling before her ancestors, she had to be separated by a wall.

As the clansmen left, they all shook their heads. Lin Shi wiped away her tears and was led back to her room by An Mao.

An Qinghuan was terrified, hearing only the words "Don't follow her example" all around her.

She nodded nervously and followed closely behind Anping.

For some reason, as she left the ancestral hall, she couldn't help but look back.

Although An Zhengzheng was kneeling, her back was very straight, and she refused to bend even slightly.

This scene was imprinted in her mind, and even when she returned to the Dragon Roar Sect, she could still recall that figure from time to time.

The farce is over, and An Zhengzheng's world is finally at peace.

She was under a spell, so even if she wanted to get up, she couldn't. Fortunately, her cultivation constitution wouldn't easily injure her knees; at most, she would have to kneel painfully for several days.

She doesn't regret it.

She acknowledges that Anjia raised her and was kind to her.

Today's outburst has strengthened her resolve to follow the Dao.

She touched her waist and took out a treasure bag, which was personally delivered to her by Master Suotang on the day she was accepted into the Wuqing Dao sect.

Inside were some high-grade pills and talismans, as well as top-quality spirit stones.

Perhaps An Zhengzheng is the first top scholar in the history of the joint examination who did not go to Qintianfu but chose to come to Siyuemen. Siyuemen even gave him 100,000 high-grade spirit stones to show their sincerity.

She swallowed all the pills that could enhance her cultivation, making up for the pills that her brothers in the clan had had over the years, but her sisters had lacked.

A wave of comfortable coolness spread throughout her body. She felt as if every pore on her body had been opened, freely absorbing all the spiritual energy in the world.

In just two hours, her cultivation level increased significantly.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already much darker, with only the lighting instruments placed outside the ancestral hall emitting a faint light.

An Zhengzheng did not waste any time, but instead silently recited the Mind-Calming Mantra.

Halfway through carrying it, a figure sneaked in under the cover of night.

"It's you." An Zhengzheng's cultivation had improved, and she quickly sensed who it was.

It is An Qinghuan.

She listened to An Zhengzheng reciting the incantation outside the door, and then quickly came in.

Knowing that An Zhengzheng was too weak to resist magic, the clansmen did not send anyone to keep an eye on her, and she was not obstructed.

"Why?" An Qinghuan walked up to An Zhengzheng and looked down at her.

An Zhengzheng asked in confusion, "Why what?"

"Why do you have those thoughts?" Everyone has already accepted that rule.

An Zhengzheng was pleased that a woman was willing to ask such a question.

“Actually, I’m more curious about what you’re thinking.” An Zhengzheng didn’t answer her question, but instead asked her in return.

Why are you so keen on 'placing your fate in the hands of others'?

Upon hearing this, An Qinghuan felt as if a part of her heart had loosened.

Her lips moved slightly, her voice trembling: "What...what do you mean?"