"An Zhengzheng, you're really a menace. Now that young women can support themselves, they're always saying they don't want to get married or take care of their in-laws!"
A young male cultivator glared fiercely at An Zhengzheng.
In the past, when girls grew up, they had no opportunity to work, and they couldn't just rely on their parents' home for food. In addition, there was the gossip about their age.
She should be eager to get married sooner, even more eager than him.
Male cultivators like him, with their less-than-ideal circumstances, are just waiting to prey on anxious young women.
But An Zhengzheng gave them a way out!
Although there are still girls who are afraid of not getting married because of their age, the proportion is decreasing. Moreover, now that they have the ability to earn their own money, they suddenly no longer need to serve their in-laws.
How can this be!
It wasn't easy for his mother to raise him!
He can't find a wife now, so is he expected to wash dishes, cook, and take care of his parents?!
Who will bear him a son?
Even if you manage to marry one, nowadays girls aren't always obedient and devoted to their in-laws...
It's all An Zhengzheng's fault!
Another married male cultivator stepped forward, his eyes filled with no less hatred than the previous one.
His eyes practically spit fire: "If it weren't for you saying things like 'Women of all ages and in all states of being have their own beauty and charm,' my wife wouldn't have divorced me!"
He just hit his wife, didn't he? What wife wouldn't be mistreated?
In the past, if he kept a mistress outside the marriage, his wife wouldn't dare say anything.
But this time he brought up divorce... He just made a mistake that every man in the world would make!
What good can come of a divorce for an old, faded woman who has had children and can't support herself?
She'd given her her daughter. Even for a bite to eat, she'd have to back down, and she was just waiting for her wife to come begging for forgiveness!
But after waiting for quite some time without getting any response, he finally couldn't resist inquiring about it.
Upon inquiring, I learned that he was extremely angry!
Who would have thought that the woman actually worked to support her daughter and lived a carefree life without having to serve her in-laws or do any housework?
How come she can live so well without a man?
Why is no one pointing fingers at her anymore?
She's old, and still doesn't have a husband. She's a woman who's been abandoned by her husband, a woman nobody wants!
Why is no one saying anything about her?
Why should she be better off without him?
If that's the case, how can she possibly bow down to him!
It's all because of An Zhengzheng!
This man now hates An Zhengzheng to death.
An Zhengzheng was very happy, and a long-lost excitement appeared in her eyes.
Even a single tear welled up in the corner of her eye.
The tear rolled down from the bamboo pole, like a withered bamboo on a snowy night finally receiving its own rain.
"That's right...that's right..."
She didn't argue, she just smiled.
At first, it was a soft chuckle, but it gradually grew louder and louder, leaving everyone around completely baffled.
Uncle Anping's face was gloomy, and his voice was several decibels lower: "An Zhengzheng, don't be too happy too soon."
"Do you think we mortal cultivators are no match for a Golden Core disciple like you? But don't worry, other sects will soon come to join forces and uphold justice."
"...You're finished."
An Zhengzheng found it utterly ridiculous: "Acting on behalf of Heaven? What's the reason? Because I created a market environment for female cultivators, therefore I'm going against the will of Heaven?"
"Of course, that's not all." Anping's face was grim. "You also destroyed the Hehuan Sect of all the major sects."
Apart from the Siyue Sect and the Xiansuan Sect, which did not establish Hehuan Sects, the Hehuan Sects of the other five major sects were almost completely wiped out in the past few hundred years.
"An Zhengzheng, you really have the ability to offend the entire cultivation world."
If it weren't for An Zhengzheng, his daughter An Qinghuan wouldn't have been delayed in vain.
"The entire cultivation world?" An Zhengzheng was also tired of laughing. She composed herself, appearing cold and ruthless.
"Not the entire cultivation world, I also have myself and the female cultivators I need to protect."
This is from the heart.
If she is destined to die today in the joint "acting on behalf of Heaven" of the five major sects, then she will have no regrets.
She lost today because of her lack of ability. She only hopes that future generations of women will never forget that there were women who walked this path.
We have also walked this path of self-reliance.
She believes that someone will learn from this mistake, find a more suitable opportunity, and try to return to their current peak.
At that time, when they were confused, they might remember the first generation of female cultivators.
Those first-generation female cultivators who were able to stand up, be self-reliant, and enjoy a brief period of freedom.
This is the last thing An Zhengzheng left behind—hope.
Just like on the day of the new disciples' trial, the female cultivators hid in the magic array and refused to kill the wolf pack.
If An Zhengzheng hadn't led An Yirou and the others on their mission, giving them hope, Gu Jin, Zhu Liucui, and Zhang Guo'er wouldn't have been able to take action.
Just like in the past life, women began their own cry, striving to uncover the buried and forgotten women of past generations, and also remembering that among Chinese women, there were also those who reached the pinnacle of power.
Even if only one Wu Zetian has emerged in thousands of years.
But that also proves that women have their own ambitions, skills, and abilities.
An Zhengzheng's expression at this moment could be described as one of facing death without fear.
Groups of people from various sects hovered in mid-air, looking down at An Zhengzheng and judging her behavior over the years.
An Zhengzheng didn't listen to any of these words.
To her, these words were the most vicious chants in the world.
They pride themselves on being righteous, yet they turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the suffering in the world, especially the suffering of women.
These people are the immortals and gods who will uphold the Way of Heaven in the future!
How ridiculous.
"An Zhengzheng, do you really think that the female cultivators you are so proud of are truly grateful to you?"
Anping realized that An Zhengzheng didn't care at all what the people in the sky were saying.
As expected, An Zhengzheng's calm expression faltered for a moment, and she frowned as she asked, "...What do you mean?"
Anping smiled.
He called An Qinghuan out, and following behind her were An Yirou, Song Juan, Su Ying, Gu Jin...
They all looked at An Zhengzheng with resentment.
“Cousin, if I hadn’t followed you back then, I wouldn’t have abandoned the Hehuan Sect and would have survived to be over seven hundred years old…”
An Qinghuan cried her heart out: "Now that I've entered the Golden Core stage, my physique has completely changed, and even childbirth has become difficult. Who would want me now!"
“Those fellow disciples of the Hehuan Sect who didn’t abandon me back then, even though they were worse than me, are now married into prestigious families… Father, I regret it, I regret it so much. I shouldn’t have let An Zhengzheng ruin my life, she ruined my life!”
An Qinghuan cried and sobbed.
An Zhengzheng's head suddenly started to ache terribly.
She had actually reached the point where everyone had turned against her.
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