In Zhongzhou, a flying boat drifted slowly above the Myriad Flowers Sect.
The flying boat was only the size of a killer whale and lacked excessive decoration.
Its brown hull and pale yellow canvas looked unremarkable, but a yellow flag bearing the character “Lin” hung from it.
On the main deck, a petite girl sat in the center, with a young woman standing beside her.
The young girl wore plain clothes, and her pale white hair was tied back simply with a light green ribbon.
A wooden hairpin shaped like a tree branch was thrust through the bun hanging behind her head.
Her pale blue eyes held an icy indifference, and her porcelain-white face appeared somewhat sickly.
The young woman beside her wore a light green cloth robe.
Her flat chest was as straight as a steel plate, but her pleasant features resembled a freshly bloomed lily.
She wore her hair in a large, low ponytail, decorated with a hairpin shaped like a blue leaf and a red flower.
Aside from them, several elegantly dressed ladies and a large group of girls in cloth robes were present.
They were the sect masters and elders of the Myriad Flowers Sect.
The lowest cultivation among them was the Nascent Soul Stage, while the highest was the Soul Transformation Stage.
The other girls in cloth robes were disciples of the Myriad Flowers Sect, numbering about 100.
They formed a line, one after another, waiting for a consultation.
“Mhm… please exercise restraint,” the young girl said.
“Okay! I will!”
The girl who had just had her pulse taken blushed deeply.
“Next…”
A girl sat down, cautiously raised her hand, and had her pulse checked.
“Mhm… you as well, don’t be so stingy with yourself.”
“Yes… mhm…”
That girl sheepishly took her prescription and hurried away.
Then, a new girl stepped forward.
The young girl’s slightly immature face showed a look of bewilderment that only an adult should possess.
“What, you too…”
The young girl did not finish her sentence.
The new girl’s face was already as red as an apple.
The young girl looked up at the crowd of beauties.
“I told you all to practice moderation.”
“You bastard, did you sneak off by yourself again?”
…
Even the oldest Sect Master and elders looked at each other with embarrassed flushes.
The young girl’s head and shoulders stiffened in surprise.
However, her expression only shifted slightly.
‘Lilies. It’s not like I haven’t seen them before.’
As a doctor, she had seen countless people.
However, seeing a “cluster” of lilies was quite rare, even if it was also rare for an entire sect to be composed only of women.
“That’s enough. Xihe, you take over the consultations,” the young girl said.
“I’m tired.”
With that, the young girl stood up.
Seeing this, everyone present bowed and cupped their hands.
“Fairy Jade Frost! Fairy Jade Frost!”
Before anyone else could speak, a clear voice echoed from a distance.
The young girl calmly raised her head and looked toward the source of the sound.
A girl dressed in black, her high ponytail tied with a red string swaying in the wind, was rushing toward them.
She looked cute yet carried a strong heroic aura.
Seeing the beauty mark under her left eye and the gourd at her waist, the young girl knew who she was.
“The Young Sect Master of the Xishan Sect. Is this an emergency?” the young girl asked tonelessly.
The Young Sect Master of the Xishan Sect was none other than Ji Qianlin, the biological daughter of Ji Lanruo.
Ji Qianlin slowed her flight as she approached the boat.
“I do have a request,” Ji Qianlin said, cupping her hands.
“What is the problem?” the young girl known as Fairy Jade Frost asked.
“Uh…” Ji Qianlin glanced at the girls on the deck.
They were all staring at her with flushed faces.
Ji Qianlin’s face instantly turned red, and she coughed a few times.
“It is not very convenient here,” Ji Qianlin said.
“Then we shall talk inside the cabin.”
Ji Qianlin slowly landed on the deck and followed the young girl into the cabin.
“Wow, it’s Ji Qianlin!”
“A Soul Transformation Stage at 400 years old, the first Sword Cultivator of Zhongzhou’s younger generation. She’s so cool!”
The voices of admirers drifted from behind Ji Qianlin.
Normally, she would have welcomed them and interacted with them, but not today.
Inside the cabin was a small sitting room with a square table and several chairs fixed to the deck against the hull.
The young girl sat at the head of the table and extended her hand.
“Sit.”
“Thank you, Senior.”
Ji Qianlin pulled out a guest chair and sat down obediently.
The young girl raised her hand, and the cabin door closed immediately.
White incantations lit up in the four corners of the room.
“Your voice will not travel outside. You may speak now.”
Ji Qianlin withdrew her gaze from the incantations.
“It’s like this. Recently, my mother… her head hasn’t been quite right,” Ji Qianlin said after a pause.
“Her head isn’t right?” The young girl frowned.
The head was the palace of the Primordial Spirit, the place where the mind resided.
It was the most difficult area to treat.
Furthermore, Ji Lanruo was in the Tribulation Transcendence Stage and followed the Earth Immortal Path that focused on the physical body.
If even she, with her powerful physique, was having issues, then it was no small matter.
“Describe the symptoms in detail.”
“It’s just that she suddenly found a boy who is over 400 years younger than her and plans to get married.”
“Mhm?”
The young girl remained expressionless, but her mind was racing:
‘An older, lonely fairy crushing a vigorous young boy?’
“Now she spends all day obsessing over a portrait of that boy. She even sent Li Qihua, the matchmaker, to his door to discuss marriage arrangements.”
So far, it sounded normal enough.
“Is that not quite normal?”
“Normal?” Ji Qianlin was stunned.
“It is human nature,” the young girl said briefly.
Ji Qianlin immediately understood what the young girl meant and realized she had been misunderstood.
“She said that little brat is my father,” Ji Qianlin said with some agitation.
The young girl looked at Ji Qianlin, tilted her head, and asked, “Who did you say he was?”
“Mother said that boy is my father!” Ji Qianlin said indignantly.
“This sounds like she has been controlled by a Soul-bewitching Technique,” the young girl said, her expression remaining cold.
“It could also be a delusion.”
The young girl frowned again and asked, “Do you have a portrait of that boy?”
Ji Qianlin had prepared one beforehand.
She took a portrait from her Spatial Ring and presented it to the young girl with both hands.
The young girl took it and looked down.
Her normally indifferent eyes widened slightly.
In the portrait, the youth wore an Ink-colored Rounded Wushi Tablet around his neck.
Seeing Fairy Jade Frost’s rare reaction, Ji Qianlin hurriedly asked, “Did you notice something, Fairy?”
“Who is this boy? Is there anything extraordinary about him?” the young girl asked with a frown.
“He’s from the Western Barrens, a boy from a small family in Qingquan City of the Tianfeng Dynasty. His name is Ding Nan. Aside from being quite mature for his age, there is nothing special about him,” Ji Qianlin said.
“Oh, also, he has been devoid of Spiritual Qi for eight years. Back then, the recruitment team from Nanyang Academy couldn’t determine the reason for his loss of Spiritual Qi.”
The young girl pressed the portrait onto the table.
“Are you certain he is just an ordinary youth?”
“Yes. There are no signs of Possession. He is completely a child.”
“This is troublesome.”
The young girl handed the portrait back to Ji Qianlin.
“I need to meet Sect Master Ji in person.”
Upon hearing this, Ji Qianlin cupped her hands in gratitude.