Zhao Wenwen smiled.
She naturally noticed Ai Cao's body language and tentatively assumed that the plaque-shaped pendant around her neck was a magical artifact that could conceal her aura. If Ai Cao's current physical condition was still under her control, or even if it was caused by Ai Cao herself, then there was indeed no rush.
Before she died, her cultivation level was the highest among her fellow disciples; she also chose a Nascent Soul stage cultivator from the Zhao family as her vessel.
After absorbing the blood and flesh of a Nascent Soul cultivator, Zhao Wenwen, who had rebuilt her body, discovered that her spiritual root had grown even longer, radiating a dazzling light as if it had been tempered.
Moreover, she, who had been stuck in the early stage of Astral Projection for a long time, actually stepped into the middle stage of Astral Projection smoothly.
Zhao Wenwen didn't say it, but she appreciated the benefits of mugwort.
The mugwort asked, "How many people have been reincarnated?"
Zhao Wenwen turned her head and asked Yang Lingyao, "Should Yaoyao do it or should I?"
Yang Lingyao kicked a tile away and said, "Senior Sister's cultivation is higher than mine, so let Senior Sister do it."
Zhao Wenwen patted her head, smiled, and closed her eyes. Her spiritual power gently spread out, enveloping the raging Zhao family compound.
Zhao Wenwen closed her eyes and said, "There are many reincarnated female cultivators, and some are... ordinary mortals."
Zhao Wenwen naturally placed herself in the role of managing the cultivators.
Firstly, her cultivation level was the highest; secondly, she was an old acquaintance of Yang Lingyao and had a closer relationship with Ai Cao.
Similar to her, who was Yang Lingyao's senior sister, most of those who participated in this reincarnation were female cultivators who had been persecuted by the Zhao family.
Female cultivators each have their own scales in their hearts.
Even if they were treacherous, it would be difficult to erase the kindness of the mugwort that helped them.
Moreover, following the mugwort is beneficial, so we can ignore the female cultivator for now.
But dealing with ordinary mortals who weren't cultivators was a bit of a challenge for Zhao Wenwen.
Since she began cultivating, she has almost exclusively interacted with other cultivators. She has no idea what mortals like, what they like to hear, or what they don't like to hear these days.
Even though she wanted to help Ai Cao win over the hearts of these ordinary people, she was worried that she might say something inappropriate and damage Ai Cao's image in their hearts.
It would be bad if mugwort were to be accused of "looking down on ordinary people".
Ai Cao frowned and said, "There are mortals here... This fire is so big, mortals will get hurt, won't they?"
Zhao Wenwen shook her head: "With female cultivators by their side, they won't get hurt."
Ai Cao's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed. She looked at Yang Lingyao and asked, "Yaoyao, don't you belong to a sect?"
Yang Lingyao blinked blankly, pointed at herself, and asked, "Me?"
Yes, you.
Yang Lingyao thought for a moment and said, "Do I belong to a sect?"
"Are you willing to accept mortals?" Ai Cao continued to ask.
Yang Lingyao hesitated for a moment before tugging at Zhao Wenwen's sleeve and asking, "Would Senior Sister be willing?"
Zhao Wenwen gently pulled back her sleeve and said, "That's your sect, not mine." Seeing that Yang Lingyao was about to cry, she softened her tone and said, "We were reincarnated into your sect, not so that you would give up your position as sect leader to us."
Yang Lingyao took a deep breath and then raised her hand to wipe her face.
She looked at the mugwort and said, "I'm willing. Mortals can live at the foot of the mountain, and if they have a child with the talent to cultivate immortality, they can be sent up the mountain to join a sect."
Ai Cao thought for a moment and added, "Their children aren't necessarily all girls. What if I want to only accept female disciples?"
Yang Lingyao hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you insist, then we will only accept female disciples."
Ai Cao asked, "I won't make a strong demand for now, but I'd like to know what you think."
Yang Lingyao retorted, "Then why do you only want to accept female disciples? Most sects nowadays recruit both male and female disciples; there has never been a sect that exclusively accepts female disciples."
Ai Cao asked, "Are there any sects that only accept male disciples?"
Yang Lingyao remained silent for a while.
Standing to the side, Zhao Wenwen said softly, "Yes. That group of monks."
Unlike temples for ordinary people that accept women as nuns, Zhao Wenwen was referring to Shaolin, an all-male sect in the cultivation world.
“Other sects offer too many benefits to male cultivators,” Ai Cao said. “That’s why I think you should only accept female disciples.”
"I just want to give more benefits to female cultivators."
“But…male disciples can do manual labor,” Yang Lingyao retorted weakly. “You want female disciples to carry manure and water?”
“Ordinary women do all these things,” Ai Cao said calmly. “Some women go out to work and also have to support lazy men at home; but we let our female disciples do everything and give them money.”
"When the female cultivator wants a man, kick her out and let her start her own business."
Yang Lingyao frowned.
Yang Lingyao asked, "Those mortal women have no spiritual roots and no ability to cultivate immortality. When they turn twenty, they will be preparing to get married. Does that mean their sons cannot enter my sect?"
The mugwort nodded.
She slowly stroked the little fox and said, "If you want to give the money to those men and male cultivators, then pretend I never offered to cooperate." She reached out and said calmly, "Just give me a jar of your blood, and I'll put it on my eyes myself."
Yang Lingyao quickly took a few steps back, protecting herself with her hands, and shook her head violently.
Ai Cao smiled and asked, "Don't we have different ideas?" She stretched her hand forward a little and said, "Besides, that's your sect. You don't have to change your mind for my sake."
Yang Lingyao shook her head again.
She quickly said, "I've changed my mind! I think it's great that our sect doesn't accept any male disciples!"
Ai Cao's smile widened: "You're not accepting male disciples as recruits anymore?"
“There’s no telling how many lives the male disciple has taken…” Yang Lingyao sighed. “It would be better to kill the male disciple and let his sisters join the sect.”
He withdrew the mugwort.
She asked, "It seems we've reached an agreement?"
“…We’ll discuss the details later.” Yang Lingyao sighed and said, “But we’ve probably, should, possibly reached a consensus.”
Seeing that Ai Cao had lowered her hand, she relaxed a little and said, "I assure you, there will not be a single man in the sect. If there is, he will be dead."
“However, I can only restrict female cultivators within the sect,” Yang Lingyao said. “As for mortals—I have little experience communicating with mortals, so you’ll have to figure that out.”
Ai Cao touched her chin.
She said, "Don't we all know a mortal who's good at management?"
Yang Lingyao blinked.
Her expression became more varied, as if a palette had been overturned: "...You mean, that landlady?"
The mugwort nodded.
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