"Huh, where am I?"
An Yirou slowly opened her eyes and found herself sitting in an unfamiliar small room.
I felt incredibly comfortable all over, as if something had cleansed my soul from the depths of my being.
"elder sister!"
She instinctively reached out to find An Zhengzheng.
She got up, opened the door, and saw a female cultivator sitting at her doorway reading her cultivation technique.
"Oh...you're awake?" She stopped her cultivation and stood up abruptly. The female cultivator asked with a smile, "Are you hungry? Do you need something to eat? Did you rest well?"
"I...I'm fine, I'm not hungry."
An Yirou scratched her head and said, "Thank you. May I ask who you are and where I am? Wasn't I supposed to be at the magical duel? Where is my sister?"
She had many questions, and the female cultivator answered them all for her.
"Congratulations on your enlightenment, fellow Daoist. You must have already broken through to the seventh level of Qi Refining, right?"
An Yirou looked blankly at her: "Yes."
The female cultivator said, "Fellow Daoist An is an honored guest. I have already informed Senior Brother Yanqing. Please wait a little longer, young lady."
"Yanqing?"
Different sects do not address each other as senior and junior brothers or sisters, and she felt that the name sounded somewhat familiar.
The female cultivator nodded and said, "Yanqing, he went to the An family when he needed to fill out the cultivation path form."
An Yirou suddenly remembered him; he was a handsome male cultivator with a refined demeanor.
"Then, does that mean I can't leave now?" An Yirou wanted to go find An Zhengzheng.
A gentle voice said, "It may take a while."
It was Yanqing who appeared.
He entered carrying his magical artifact, a faint smile on his lips, and explained to An Yirou apologetically, "Miss, your sudden enlightenment is a special case, and you've come to Qintian Mansion as a guest. I'm afraid something unexpected might happen."
After saying that, he gestured with his eyes that he needed to be checked.
An Yirou nodded gently.
"Thank you for your cooperation, fellow Daoist!"
After saying that, he took out a talisman and stuck it on her forehead.
Warm fingertips lightly touched An Yirou's forehead through the talisman paper; this was the first time An Yirou had ever had such contact with a boy.
I felt a little uncomfortable.
The talisman quickly vanished without a trace, and Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It's alright now."
The female cultivator beside her asked, "Is the Mind-Concentrating Incense about to go out?"
The incense for calming the mind is a precious item, usually only affordable to true practitioners. An Yirou was given special instructions before it was sent to the Venerable Guest Residence.
An Yirou was startled and said, "...Such a precious item, you've been keeping it for three days?"
The female cultivator said that she had an epiphany at the Venerable Guest Residence for three days and three nights.
“Fellow Daoist is worthy of it. It was Senior Brother Yanqing who instructed me to do it. I almost forgot yesterday. He personally changed it for you.”
The female cultivator didn't take it seriously. The Concentration Incense was indeed a good product, but their Qintian Mansion was the wealthiest, so lighting it to entertain distinguished guests was no problem at all.
An Yirou stood up, flattered: "Thank you both, fellow Daoists..."
The incense for calming the mind was once only used by my grandmother in our clan, and only for two hours a day, morning and evening.
"You're too kind, fellow Daoist."
Yanqing looked at the data displayed on the talisman and repeatedly confirmed that there were no problems before putting it down.
After all, he had heard that Master Kongyu had the idea of taking An Yirou as his disciple.
That's the grand-disciple of the Sect Master of Siyue Sect! And also An Zhengzheng's younger sister.
"I've already asked someone to inform your sister; she'll be here soon."
The female cultivator had just gone out and brought in some food, and said with a smile, "I don't know what kind of food you usually eat, fellow Daoist. This is just some plain porridge and side dishes. I hope you don't mind."
Unlike the Siyue Sect, the Qintian Mansion is not a sect that practices asceticism. The Siyue Sect usually only has simple meals, and those who are afraid of trouble will eat fasting pills.
They receive very good treatment at Qintianfu.
"..." An Yirou was surprised when she saw the rose-flavored chicken porridge and crisp radish side dishes in the bowl. She stammered, "I don't mind, I don't mind."
It's normal for things to be stored away in Anjia, but this is a cultivation sect!
Who would go out of their way to find roses to make porridge?
It was the female cultivator who cleared up An Yirou's doubts, explaining, "It was planted by Senior Brother Yanqing. He usually treasures it terribly. There's only one of these in the entire Qintian Prefecture... I don't know why it was taken out today."
That's right!
Why would I make porridge for such a precious thing?
An Yirou looked at Yan Qing somewhat embarrassedly; he was currently burning incense under the window.
The sunlight was just right, gently shining on him and outlining his slender figure.
His profile is also quite handsome.
An Yirou's heart suddenly started beating very fast.
A familiar feeling welled up inside her; this wasn't the first time she'd felt this way.
The last time she was attracted to someone, An Zhengzheng quickly nipped the idea in the bud. But this time, An Yirou had actually had contact with Yan Qing.
"I'm really troubling you, fellow Daoist."
Perhaps after the epiphany, her mind became much calmer, and in just three days she became composed, able to conceal her inner emotions well when she spoke.
She asked softly, "Isn't it a waste to use such precious ingredients to make porridge?"
This is a flower of the human world, similar to tea in some ways, but even rarer.
Yanqing didn't notice anything unusual. He said gently, "...No, fellow Daoist is an honored guest."
"oh……"
An Yirou composed herself.
She has to go back and ask her sister.
"I wonder how my sister is doing..." She looked down at the jade slip.
She should have started her magical duel in these three days, right?
"An Zhengzheng is very impressive." The female cultivator who spoke was at the Golden Core stage, but she greatly admired An Zhengzheng. "She is the youngest among the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. Although she didn't make it to the finals, it's not shameful for a Foundation Establishment Stage 3 cultivator to lose to a Foundation Establishment Stage 7 cultivator."
If she were in the Qi Refining stage, she would definitely be the number one among the Qi Refining disciples.
"...Is that so?"
An Yirou flipped through the jade slip. An Zhengzheng, as a controversial figure, always attracted attention whenever she fought.
She advanced three times, always facing opponents within the third level. In particular, she won her third match against a Foundation Establishment Stage 5 opponent.
He only lost to a female cultivator at the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment stage in the fourth match. That female cultivator was said to be over a hundred years old, with a cultivation level more than a hundred years higher than An Zhengzheng's.
Senior Brother Yanqing then chimed in.
"Her outstanding qualities are beyond question; she has courage, talent, and ambition... What's surprising is that she is among the female cultivators of various sects, especially the Siyue Sect."
The proportion of female cultivators participating in the combat tournament is nearly 30% higher than in previous years, and there are also many more female cultivators who have defeated male cultivators.
The female cultivator started chatting with him: "That's not surprising, I bought some things from the Hundred Women's Pavilion before..."
The two talked for a while, and then An Yirou quietly started drinking her porridge.
What they said was exactly what the older sister had predicted. When the older sister showed her the plan, she predicted that the female cultivator's abilities would improve.
They will gradually emerge and show their talents.
Just now, Yanqing praised An Zhengzheng, and An Yirou really wanted to say loudly that her sister not only has courage, talent and ambition, but also diligence and unique vision!
However, my sister is just being low-key.
At this moment, although An Yirou had feelings for Yan Qing, she did not feel resentful because Yan Qing praised An Zhengzheng.
An Zhengzheng's view of rejecting female competition had already subtly influenced her.
“Sometimes, it’s human nature to have negative attitudes toward certain people, and it’s not wrong to dislike the same sex. But you must think clearly about why you have this mentality. It can be because of a person’s character, but it can never be because of another man’s preference.”
An Yirou overheard her sister pointing at the storybook and chatting with An Qinghuan.
At that time, An Qinghuan asked, "Why are stories about sisters fighting over each other so popular?" and "How can such plots be handled differently?" An Zhengzheng's answer mentioned the above.
An Yirou quickly finished her porridge.
Yanqing, being quite perceptive, instructed the female cultivator to put it away safely.
"We won't bother you any longer," Yanqing said, bowing. "If you need anything, just tell the cultivators on duty in the courtyard."
An Yirou nodded gently and watched the two of them leave with her eyes. She only relaxed after they closed the door.
Facing two Golden Core stage cultivators, she was under immense pressure.
The image of Yanqing leaving the stage is still vivid in my mind; he is slender and tall, with his back straight...
no!
An Yirou quickly stopped herself from having such thoughts and kept trying to brainwash herself.
"A Golden Core cultivator, he... he must be at least four or five hundred years old..."
An Zhengzheng happened to come in from the doorway, looking very puzzled: "What do you mean, four or five hundred years old?"
As soon as she entered, An Yirou looked as if she had seen a savior, and a joyful expression instantly appeared on her face.
“…What’s wrong?” An Zhengzheng checked her over. “There’s nothing wrong.”
These past few days, An Zhengzheng would go to watch or participate in magical duels during the day, and then come to see An Yirou at night. Fortunately, the Qintian Mansion's allocation was very humane, and she lived next door to An Yirou.
An Yirou told An Zhengzheng everything in one go.
"You mean, this thought came to you after your epiphany?"
An Zhengzheng knew this day would come sooner or later; it's common for young girls to have feelings of first love, even though An Yirou's thoughts were no longer the same as before.
But so what?
In her past life, she had seen girls who loudly proclaimed that they prioritized their careers and would never date again turn around, take their boyfriends' hands, and shyly say that they would be preparing for pregnancy full-time after graduation and build a small family together.
"Yes, I also find it strange."
Perhaps after her epiphany, An Yirou had matured and started thinking about things differently. She was also puzzled: "This never happened before..."
“That might be because your constitution has changed.” An Zhengzheng thought for a moment and analyzed with her, “You had an epiphany, which accelerated the process, and your constitution will change accordingly.”
An Zhengzheng had also read about this point in some of the books.
“Then… if my constitution changes, I’ll want to…” An Yirou couldn’t finish her sentence, her face turning red.
An Zhengzheng pondered for a while.
"Human constitution is amazing," was all she could say.
When a girl reaches a certain age, she can completely change and become a different person.
For example, the senior student who had promised An Zhengzheng that she would return to China to pursue her career and was ambitious to become a "single and independent woman" chose to interrupt her studies and become a full-time housewife after finding out she was pregnant.
My aunt, who had always insisted on being single and childless, suddenly developed a deep longing for a child when she turned thirty, and her maternal love overflowed.
...Even two years ago, she was a woman who felt annoyed by the sound of her child crying.
A girl who claims to want to live a refined life might look disheveled and have stretch marks all over her belly while holding her child and say, "I am very happy."
During ovulation, some girls may also have the urge to be in a relationship.
This is precisely why many men or mothers-in-law are able to manipulate women.
It is said that only after abducted women give birth will the gaze fixed on them loosen slightly.
"Human genes or hormones... are truly amazing."
As if to convince herself, An Zhengzheng emphasized it again.
But only she knew that the word she really wanted to use wasn't "amazing," but "terrifying."
An Yirou was a little confused. She asked, "Then, sister, what should I do?"
This is very troublesome.
In the previous situation, An Zhengzheng only needed to bring Zhou Xu down from his pedestal and end the girl's fantasy of the strong.
But what if it's something we're born with? How can we fight that?
After all, it exists to allow the mother to reproduce again and to make her forget the extreme pain.
For the first time since transmigrating, An Zhengzheng experienced the feeling of being powerless.
If the female cultivator lacks the necessary conditions, she can create them.
If the female cultivator is not conscious, she can try her best to wake her up.
But when it comes to genes and hormones... she can't.
She was silent for a moment, then said, "...You'll have to rely on yourself for now."
"Rely on me...by myself?" An Yirou asked instinctively, feeling a little apprehensive.
But perhaps he was thinking about what happened before his enlightenment, that he had personally taken action and seen through the koi spirit.
An Yirou immediately made up her mind.
She can manage on her own; she can't rely on her sister for everything.
Amid An Zhengzheng's silence, An Yirou spoke up: "Sister, I can do it."
Mingming had previously vowed to work with her sister on a business, and that they would deal with anything else after they were accomplished.
But after just one moment of enlightenment, her constitution suddenly changed, and she began to pay attention to Yanqing as soon as she woke up.
She even had a strong desire to get married and have children.
...How can this be!
“We will definitely find a way.” An Yirou gently placed her hand on An Zhengzheng’s hand. “If my sister loses me, the Hundred Women’s Pavilion will also lose its second owner.”
An Yirou also likes to tease.
But An Zhengzheng only managed a forced smile.
If she hadn't witnessed the terrifying nature of genes in her past life, she might actually believe it now.
"No matter what, as long as you don't abandon your principles, that's good."
An Zhengzheng thought for a moment, and the only thing she could think of was to help An Yirou improve herself. "Perhaps... adding some things like the Qingjing Jing and Jingxin Shu to your studies would be better."
I don't know if it will work.
But An Yirou suddenly blurted out, as if possessed, "Sister... is getting married and having children necessarily wrong?"
An Zhengzheng: "..."
That's it, we're already under control.
In just three days, An Yirou's genes or hormones were fully activated ahead of schedule.
She could only try her best to explain to An Yirou: "It's not that it's wrong, it's that you're still too young. You need to be more mature, more skilled, and it's also important to be able to judge people."
In this patriarchal society, becoming a wife or mother requires careful consideration, taking into account family resources, social perspectives, and the laws of nature.
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