Upon hearing Huang Miaoying's words, Guan Zilan's anger surged once more.
"Rebellious disciple!" Guan Zilan's face was again filled with anger, her eyes showing disappointment. "Are you afraid that your master will eat him?"
Huang Miaoying lowered her head, muttering to herself... I really am afraid you'll eat him, though not in that way...
The usually obedient disciple had repeatedly defied her, making Guan Zilan's face darken with anger, which was hard to suppress. Earlier, the child's special talent had momentarily eased her fury, but it couldn't cover up the fact that Huang Miaoying and the Huang Family had deceived her.
For a disciple she had high hopes for to deceive her like this, Guan Zilan felt both disappointed and hurt.
The child's talent was good, which was fortunate!
But what if the child were a mere mortal? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?
Moreover, the child and the deception were two separate matters.
"Elder Guan, the child's father is just an ordinary cultivator, not worthy of your attention, and he's not even with the Huang Family now..."
Huang Yuanjing tried to smooth things over, hoping to muddle through, but Guan Zilan had no patience left to listen.
"Bang!"
Before he could finish, Guan Zilan's face turned stern, and with a flick of her long sleeve, a powerful force struck Huang Yuanjing's chest.
The spiritual power that had just risen around Huang Yuanjing was instantly dispersed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward and crashing into a house, causing it to collapse.
"Ancestor!"
"Master, please calm down!"
The Huang Family was shocked, some begging for mercy, others rushing to help, creating a chaotic scene.
Supported out of the rubble, Huang Yuanjing fed himself a spiritual pill, his eyes filled with fear. Guan Zilan, a renowned Elemental Infant True Lord of the Taiqing Sect, had seriously injured him with just a casual strike.
He sighed inwardly, realizing that this matter could no longer be concealed.
"Are you testing my patience?" Guan Zilan said, her words sharp as a knife cutting across everyone's faces, making them lower their heads, not daring to meet her gaze.
"Are you really willing to betray and defy your master for a man?" Guan Zilan's eyes fixed on Huang Miaoying's face, and she shouted, "Speak!"
The shout made everyone shiver, and Huang Miaoying turned pale, finally confessing, "His name is Qin Changqing... he's with the Qin Family now..."
In front of her master, she dared not play any tricks, knowing Guan Zilan could see through any lie.
Now, she could only hope her master would just take a casual look, or else there would be big trouble.
Guan Zilan grabbed Huang Miaoying's arm and soared into the sky without hesitation. "Take me to him!"
"Ancestor, what should we do now?" The Huang Family asked with mournful faces.
Huang Yuanjing sighed, "What's done is done, what else can we do but adapt to the situation?"
With that, he also summoned his magical treasure and followed closely.
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Qin Family, Changqing's residence.
The school was filled with the sound of reading.
"First, filial piety and brotherly love. Next, be cautious and trustworthy. Love everyone broadly, and be close to the benevolent. If you have spare energy, study literature. When parents call, respond without delay. When parents command, act without laziness. When parents teach, listen respectfully..."
Qin Changqing paced slowly among the children, a smile on his lips, exuding the demeanor of a teacher.
These were the enlightening classics from his previous life.
Qin Changqing couldn't teach them much about cultivation, but he believed in establishing good conduct first. As the father of these children, he was determined to ensure they had good character.
"Father, last time you talked about Tang Monk and his disciples reaching the Kingdom of Women, then what happened?"
After the lesson, the children swarmed around Qin Changqing, their curious eyes wide open, eager for more.
Qin Changqing smiled and said, "In front of the Kingdom of Women, there was a river called the Mother-Child River. Tang Monk and his disciples, feeling thirsty, drank from it. To their surprise, their bellies began to swell. Alarmed, they asked a passerby and learned they were pregnant..."
"Father, what does pregnant mean?"
"Silly, it means having a baby. We were all born because our mothers were pregnant!"
"Does drinking water make you pregnant? Is that how I came to be?"
"No, no, it's drinking from the Mother-Child River that makes you pregnant. Otherwise, why don't we get pregnant from all the water we drink every day? Right, Father?"
The children began to argue, debating whether drinking water could cause pregnancy.
Qin Changqing felt a headache coming on, realizing he shouldn't have brought this up. They were too young, and some things were hard to explain.
"Alright, alright, I'll tell the rest of the story next time. Go play now!"
Qin Changqing waved his hand, feeling a bit exasperated.
The children cheered and each took their favorite toys from a nearby cabinet, running out to the courtyard.
The toy cabinet was something Qin Changqing had specially made for the children, filled with various little gadgets he crafted. They weren't valuable, but they were novel, just right for the children to play with.
Suddenly, two streaks of light descended into the courtyard—it was Guan Zilan and Huang Miaoying with her child.
The children looked at the three newcomers with curiosity but showed no fear.
As children of a cultivation family, they were used to seeing cultivators flying around.
A school?
This didn't look like a school, yet there were so many children.
Could it be that her disciple had found a teacher? But could a teacher really be so charming that she would deceive her master?
Just as she was about to scold Huang Miaoying for possibly deceiving her again, she noticed something unusual.
Spiritual Qi?
It was normal for a cultivation family to have Spiritual Qi, but the problem was that this Spiritual Qi was emanating from the children.
These children ranged from one or two years old to teenagers, some even younger, not yet at the age to cultivate. Where was the Spiritual Qi coming from?
Guan Zilan immediately spread her Divine Sense over the courtyard to probe the children, and her eyes widened in shock.
"High-grade Spirit Root?!"
"Another High-grade Spirit Root?"
"Yet another High-grade Spirit Root?"
"Supreme-grade Spirit Root!!"
"Another Supreme-grade Spirit Root?"
Guan Zilan's shock was evident, her mouth gradually forming an "O" shape.
She began to doubt whether she had come to the wrong place. Was this really a school?
She quickly assessed the qualifications of all the children, her face full of disbelief.
Not a single child had a spirit root lower than high-grade.
Such a situation was impossible even for the top ten sects when recruiting disciples!
She had already learned from Huang Miaoying that the Qin Family was just a small family with barely any Foundation Establishment cultivators. How could such a family have so many high-quality cultivation seedlings?
Thinking of the extraordinary talent of Huang Miaoying's child, a rather absurd idea began to form in Guan Zilan's mind.
Could it be... all these children were fathered by Qin Changqing?
Seeing her master's changing expression, Huang Miaoying knew she couldn't hide it any longer and hesitated, "Master, actually..."
Guan Zilan interrupted, "Are all these children fathered by Qin Changqing?"
Huang Miaoying stammered, "Possibly... probably... yes!"
"Yes or no? Be clear!"
"Yes!"
Guan Zilan gasped, her heart pounding, staring at the children, her mind in chaos, not knowing what to say.