Tang Xiaoqin was very flustered now, but didn't know how to refuse.
"Then you guys wait for a while, I'll go make dinner for you."
Holding the child, she just wanted to leave, but was stopped by Tang Xiaoxue.
"Cousin, how are you going to cook while holding the baby? Let me hold the child!" She said, reaching out to take the child.
"No need, no need, I'll just put her on the bed."
"It's no problem, I've never held a child before, let me hold her for a bit!"
Tang Xiaoxue insisted so much, and Tang Xiaoqin still wanted to find an excuse to refuse, but the child had already been taken by Tang Xiaoxue.
After leaving the room, Tang Xiaoqin hurriedly called Doudou over: "You go play outside, listen out for your sister's voice, then immediately go in and take her out."
"Got it, auntie."
"Don't call me auntie when there are others around."
"Understood, Master."
Tang Xiaoxue held the child, occasionally touching her nose and pinching her little mouth.
"Sister Xiao Yan, this child is so cute, her little mouth is so soft, come pinch it."
Of course Tang Xiaoyan wouldn't refuse: "Her little hands, her little face, feels so nice to touch."
These two women didn't even consider if this might wake the child up, they just happily played with her.
Not long after, Tang Keke was woken up. She opened her watery big eyes, blinking at the two.
Suddenly pouting, she slowly started crying: "Auntie, auntie, come save Keke, bad people want to take Keke away."
Tang Xiaoxue and Tang Xiaoyan were a bit at a loss: "Don't cry, don't cry, we're not bad people."
They kept rocking her while holding her, trying to soothe her.
As soon as Doudou heard this voice, he immediately rushed in: "Your Highness, leave her to me, I'll soothe her."
"Good, quickly soothe her." Tang Xiaoxue immediately handed Tang Keke to him.
As Doudou carried his sister out, Tang Keke was still crying: "Brother, bad people wanted to take Keke away, Keke wants daddy."
"Keke don't cry, brother will protect you."
Watching them leave, Tang Xiaoxue smiled awkwardly: "Looks like we overdid the playing a bit."
Not long after, Tang Xiaoqin brought the dishes out.
Seeing the table full of food, Tang Xiaoxue said emotionally: "We haven't sat together for a meal in a long time. Today let's drink a bit."
"Great!" Tang Xiaoyan agreed.
Tang Xiaoqin took out a jar of wine and poured for them.
Tang Xiaoxue said: "In the past, my dream was to have meat every day. After brother sent me to cultivate, this dream came true."
"Later, my dream became allowing my brother to live free of worries and oppression. As a result, brother fulfilled this dream himself."
"Finally, my dream changed to standing at the pinnacle of power, making everyone grovel at my brother's feet. This also came true, but my brother is no longer here."
"My dreams have all come true, yet in the end it's still empty."
"I really wish I could go back to the days of singing for a living with brother, though bitter, we were very happy."
Speaking, Tang Xiaoxue downed the wine in her cup.
"My brother's only wish was to get married and have children, such a simple wish, yet I didn't help him fulfill it. What's the point of having this supreme power?"
She drank another cup of wine: "Such is fate."
Through emotional release and consolation, the three women drank until late night.
In the subsequent days, apart from instructing some children in cultivation, Tang Xiaoqin spent time reminiscing with Tang Xiaoxue.
The few children grew up day by day. When Tang Doudou reached the age of 22, "Cousin, Doudou won't be coming back to the sect anymore. Xiaohua's parents and I plan to have them get married."
"I see! We'll come over to drink at the wedding then."
Tang Xiaoyu waved her hand: "No need to come only then, stay and drink after the wedding!"
Tang Xiaoqin was surprised: "Don't tell me it's in just a few days?"
"We've prepared everything already. They'll bow to heaven and earth to marry in five days. It'd be perfect if you stay and help out."
"You guys are really casual."
"What casual, we started preparing months ago. If you guys didn't come soon, I would've went to notify you myself."
Tang Xiaoyu smacked her forehead: "I almost forgot, you still need to go back once to help me deliver the wedding invitations."
Tang Xiaoqin was puzzled: "Aren't you hiding anymore?"
Tang Xiaoyu nonchalantly said: "What's there to hide, it's my son's big wedding, I should let relatives and friends attend to liven things up."
Speaking, she took out a calfskin bag almost a person tall: "Help me deliver these."
"Are you crazy! There's at least a few thousand here! I'd run myself dead before delivering them all." Tang Xiaoqin complained.
"It's not that there's not enough space. I want to invite all previous disciples to come. Oh right, just help me give them a simple explanation if needed." Tang Xiaoyu said helplessly.
"When leaving, bring along stuff like candy from the rooms as well."
"Oh right, for gifts I'm only accepting money bills, no other stuff! Remember to remind them about this."
"Why don't you just stick your head into a money box." Tang Xiaoqin scolded.
Tang Xiaoyu waved her hand: "Don't fuss over such details. On your way back bring some storage rings, I'll use them to store money."
"Scram!"
The few children like Duoduo stayed behind to help paste auspicious phrases instead of following back.
When Tang Xiaoqin returned to the sect, she found Tang Xiaoxue and dumped everything in front of her: "You deal with this." Then she turned and left before Tang Xiaoxue could even call her to stay.
"With how busy I am every day, when do I have time to attend weddings." Tang Xiaoxue shook her head.
Still, Tang Xiaoxue called Wenwen and Shanshan over: "Wenwen, Shanshan, arrange for people to deliver these invitations."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The two stored the stuff into their rings, then went to gather disciples for delivering invitations.
The bunch of disciples categorized the invitations and passed a bunch to Shanshan: "Master, these are for you."
Shanshan was curious what wedding was this important that even they were invited, yet she hadn't heard of anyone holding a wedding.
She took the invitations and opened one: "Tang Doudou, Jiang Xiaohua."
"Isn't this Elder Tang Xiaoqin's disciple? Wait..."
"Tang Xiaoyu, Lin Sanmei, why is there the Viewing Master's name?"
She immediately shouted: "Keep the invitations properly, don't lose a single one. Wait for me to come back!"
"Sister, what happened?" Wenwen asked.
"Take a look at this invitation." Shanshan passed an invitation over.
Seeing it, Wenwen covered her little mouth: "The Viewing Master is still alive?"
"Don't know, let's bring the invitations to Her Highness to identify."
The two quickly arrived outside Tang Xiaoxue's door: "Your Highness, we have an important report."
"Come in!"
Entering, Tang Xiaoxue put down her brush and asked: "What is it?"
"Your Highness, please take a look at this wedding invitation."
"What about this invitation?"
Speaking, she opened one. Tang Xiaoxue's hands started trembling. She then opened invitation by invitation until she came to hers.
Three names were impressively written: Little sister, Tang Xiaoxue. Big brother, Tang Xiaoyu. Sister-in-law, Lin Sanmei.
Joy, excitement, nervousness, elation, all sorts of emotions welled up.
"Quick, quickly, organize the invitations properly. I'll personally deliver the important ones. Prepare things on this end, we set off for Qingyu Village in four days."
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
