Bai Liuli gave a thumbs up, "Well done, bringing glory to women."
Chen Buqi smiled back at her, and Ming Zhitian said, "Mother, this is as far as you go."
Chen Buqi wanted to keep him, "Tian'er, are you still angry with your father?"
Ming Zhitian did not answer, "I will return to the Divine Sect now, please take care of yourself."
"..." "Go ahead." Chen Buqi did not insist.
Returning to the Divine Sect with Bai Liuli, the women greeted them with joy. On the surface, they were calm, but their hearts were already stirred. Yet, they maintained their composure, avoiding overly intimate gestures. It was as if they had all agreed to be there, waiting for Ming Zhitian's return.
Ming Zhitian noticed Xiao Mi's unusual expression. Seeing that she remained silent, he thought she was ill, but a shake of her head confirmed otherwise.
He wondered how the women had been cultivating during his absence and began to check if they had been diligently practicing.
The results were very good. With the help of the numerous martial arts manuals and secret texts left by Ming Zhitian, all the women had made small breakthroughs.
Furthermore, upon learning of Ming Zhitian's cultivation as the Immortal Emperor and his relationship with the Suohai Wuge, the Divine Sect had grown increasingly powerful. Under the efforts of Yan Lixue, Yan Fei, and the other women, no less than three thousand male and female disciples had been recruited.
In the evening, Ming Zhitian savored a meal filled with familial warmth. Each woman prepared their signature dish, and Ming Zhitian ate with great enjoyment.
After dinner, Ming Zhitian returned to his room, anticipating the charging of the Nine Dragon Divine Roar, and prepared to practice the tenth-level mechanical arts.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
"The door is unlocked, come in." Ming Zhitian assumed it was Yan Lixue.
However, when the door opened, Ming Zhitian was somewhat surprised. The visitor was not Yan Lixue, nor Yan Fei, nor Jie Qingxia, nor Ouyang Nifeng, but Xiao Mi.
The name was somewhat unfamiliar, as Ming Zhitian had only met her when he was in the Hongma Empire. Princess Xiao Mi had suffered greatly from constant torment and an unbearable life, thus begging Ming Zhitian to take her away.
Up to this point, they had exchanged no more than five sentences.
Ming Zhitian said, "Mi'er? Is something wrong?"
Xiao Mi's tears instantly flowed. Ming Zhitian's body trembled, and he stood up, "Who bullied you?"
He approached her, and Xiao Mi immediately threw herself into his arms. Her crying tears slowly soaked through his clothes.
"You."
Ming Zhitian frowned, "What is it? What did I do wrong?"
Xiao Mi looked up at him, and Ming Zhitian lowered his head to look at her rosy eyes. Under the moonlight, ripples seemed to form on her cheeks, and a faint white light shimmered.
Her nose was slightly red, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. She choked back a sob to speak, "Ming Zhitian, have you ever considered me a woman?"
Ming Zhitian was slightly stunned, goosebumps rising on his skin, "Of course I have, why do you ask?"
Xiao Mi closed the door and looked at his graceful figure, seeming to have come prepared. Their eyes met.
Xiao Mi collected her thoughts, "Then why have you always been indifferent to me?"
Ming Zhitian shook his head, "No, you are all the same to me, there's no distinction. How can there be indifference?"
Xiao Mi said, "Then why haven't you touched me until now?"
"I..." Ming Zhitian started to say.
Xiao Mi gathered her courage and said, "Is it because you think I'm dirty, not a virgin anymore?"
Ming Zhitian quickly waved his hands, "Of course not, you've misunderstood."
Xiao Mi continued to sob, "Misunderstood? Why is Lixue often with you, day and night, while I don't receive your love?"
Ming Zhitian said, "That's because she is my wife, and we have already consummated our marriage. She has been with me all along, and I know her very well, so..."