Bai Furong possesses the exceptional talent of having two spiritual roots, making her a standout among the younger generation of the family.
Through Jiang Yuansong's skillful maneuvering and the Bai family's extensive network of connections, she successfully entered the renowned Yaoguang Sect, becoming a member of one of the four sects second only to the three major sects.
When she first entered the sect, she was just an unknown nominal disciple, but now she has officially become a full disciple of the Yaoguang Sect.
Bai Chongjiang, who was in the corner, took a while to realize that the mistress was referring to her, as she was the third in her family.
A beautiful woman smiled and said, "Bringing honor to the family is our duty. Madam, please don't spoil this girl too much, lest she become arrogant and complacent in the future."
She is none other than Madam Zhang, the current head wife of the Bai family.
She was over thirty, but she was remarkably well-preserved. Her features were exquisitely sculpted, her clothing impeccable, and her demeanor graceful and dignified. Her skin was as smooth and delicate as a freshly peeled lychee, inviting one to pluck it.
Judging solely from her appearance, she was actually the most beautiful one present.
Ah Jiang looked at the scumbag couple at the main table and sneered inwardly.
It's truly unbelievable how a mistress of the Jiang family could become the head wife of the Bai family.
"You, as a mother, don't care about your child, but you won't let this old woman care about her either. Hibiscus is as beautiful as a flower, and only you two are willing to send her to the mountains to cultivate. In my opinion, it's best for her to stay at home!"
"Look what the old lady is saying. Who wouldn't feel sorry for Furong? This time Furong has really made something of herself. Eldest brother and sister-in-law are truly blessed."
My second aunt also joined in the fun.
"Yes, her third uncle found a lot of things outside, and he'll send them to Furong later to help her pass the time."
Third Aunt echoed this sentiment.
Ajiang looked at her biological father, who was over forty years old, but still had a very outstanding appearance.
It was as if the years had only brought him a refined charm. He spoke only a few words throughout the event, maintaining the serious image of a patriarch, but when he looked at Bai Furong, his face was full of satisfaction.
"My mother must have been attracted to his looks back then; she was a bit superficial."
Bai Chongjiang silently commented in his heart.
As the current head of the Bai family, Master Jiang is only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. She has no idea how this so-called family with a bloodline inheritance has survived to this day. Is it because of the glib tongues of everyone present?
Although Tianyu City is a city for mortals, it has the richest spiritual energy in the entire country.
The earlier you start cultivating in this world, the faster you advance in your cultivation level.
Moreover, there are those born with a Daoist physique who can be initiated into the body right after birth and can successfully establish their foundation in about ten years.
Although this is a relatively rare example, cultivators who reach the Foundation Establishment stage before the age of twenty are definitely not few in number.
Conversely, the older one gets, the more complicated one's mind becomes, and the more easily impurities accumulate in the body, clogging the meridians, which is not conducive to spiritual practice.
Therefore, one should begin cultivating oneself as early as possible.
"Even so, it's understandable. If he were truly talented and ambitious, why would he choose to become the son-in-law of the Bai family, a family that is gradually declining?"
Ah Jiang quietly observed the group of people before her, neither happy nor disappointed. After all, she was just an observer; the original owner of this body was gone, and she wouldn't willingly take on these emotional debts, though collecting some interest was something she could consider.
After the elders said a few polite words, the children finally relaxed a bit.
The little girl sitting to Bai Chongjiang's right had been curiously observing Bai Chongjiang, and then asked, "Are you my third sister?"
She gave a brief reply, not in the mood for further conversation.
In the silence, Bai Chongjiang was like a forgotten corner, ignored by everyone.
Even her own father never gave her a second glance. Only at the beginning of the banquet did the old lady mention her name briefly, and then no one mentioned it again.
Every moment she spent at that table was filled with awkwardness; Bai Chongjiang even felt that her stomach was aching slightly from the meal. Sitting at the same table with someone she didn't like was truly torture.
Faced with so much delicious food, A-Jiang acted as if he were sitting at a rural banquet, taking out his storage bag and putting all the untouched dishes and spiritual fruits from his table into it.
As the banquet ended, the little girl silently led Bai Chongjiang back to the somewhat dilapidated courtyard.
They casually brought over a few quilts, some window screens and curtains, and simply arranged a bedroom. A-Jiang felt that everything before her was like fleeting clouds, and she didn't find anything to complain about.
As usual, I began my cultivation practice in the evening, striving to improve my cultivation level.
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