Chapter 8: Ten-Year-Old Trash (4)

The Ten-Year-Old Loser (4)

If Rou'er spoke here, her words were just as effective as those of Zhu Tingxu. As soon as her voice fell, someone immediately led the four children together into the side hall.

What Yi found somewhat satisfying was that although the children had different mothers, there were no significant conflicts of interest between them. Or rather, their mothers knew their places and saw reality clearly; at most, they would only instruct their own children to become stronger, stronger, and stronger still—all other fighting and striving was fake... everything relied solely on strength.

Although Zhu Yuyan was slightly more pampered and Zhu Yuchun was slightly more arrogant, fortunately, they all knew what day it was, and the attendants following each of them understood the situation. They acted willfully where they could and yielded where they had to, playing together quite harmoniously.

Only Yi sat quietly to one side, leaning against a soft cushion in a half-awake, half-asleep state, showing absolutely no interest in any of this.

She indeed had no interest; she would rather make use of the time to practice her cultivation.

...

Venerable Bai Mu did not arrive too late. They had only just finished a simple lunch, and the Zhu Yuyan siblings had just taken a midday nap when the Venerable arrived.

Upon the Venerable's arrival, the entire manor naturally erupted in excitement. Zhu Tingxu led Rou'er out to welcome him, with Zhu Yuchun and Zhu Yuyan following behind them. As for the concubines and their children, they stayed even further back.

They had to maintain a very weak presence to avoid causing any displeasure to the Venerable should he see them... In truth, Yi felt that if Zhu Tingxu simply didn't let them appear, that would be enough...

Unfortunately, she had underestimated the level of fanaticism people in this world held for a Venerable.

The Venerable was a man who appeared to be in his fifties, looking somewhat aged. He wore a white martial robe embroidered with gold thread, with a long beard and ink-black hair. His eyes were clear, lacking a blinding radiance, appearing instead gentle and calm. His features were regular, though not particularly striking in terms of looks, yet his aura was such that one could not fail to notice him at a single glance...

This was a master of restrained spirit... As expected, a Martial Venerable could not be compared to a Martial Master. One could tell at a glance just by seeing Zhu Tingxu standing next to him: one was like a freshly polished, gleaming spear ready to go to battle, sharp and revealing its edge, while the other had already settled, showing no trace of sharpness, yet possessing even greater lethality. Anyone with even a modicum of perceptiveness would never underestimate such a person.

It wasn't that Yi lacked perceptiveness. Although she possessed many memories from another world and some special abilities, she knew deeply that if the current her were to face such a person, she would have absolutely no chance of winning.