Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

Being the leader of the Spirit Lotus Sect, Chen Wuji had a great mind and some high-level tolerance for the antics of the other sect leaders present at the table. He knew they were quirky and a handful in their own way.

San Ji was a brute who thought with his muscles and ego; if he found someone worth fighting, he would fight with them whether they liked it or not. He himself had been challenged by him a lot.

But using his mind, he would deflect San Ji's attention from the fight and direct it somewhere else.

Then there was Quiyan Yu, the silent-looking old man with the benevolent air about him. Take your eyes off him, and you will see his true nature. The lecher who is allegedly known for spying on his own sect disciples' bathings.

And worst of all… he does not spy on women.

The disciples feared to bathe in public baths, and some of them had gotten used to living without bathing.

Chen Wuji knew better than to reject any offers of bathing together with the man in the name of bonding and building up spirit. San Ji might fall for that benevolent face and earnest words, but he was different; he had seen the real face of the old man.

Hong Mei… ah, the woman of his dreams. Did he ever tell you how much she is full of spirit, joy, and fierceness? She was everything he could never be: so unrestrained, full of life, and bold.

Maybe he forgot to mention this, but the woman was full of spirit… Man, those two fully stuffed the spirit of her….

Ahem!

Shaking his head, Chen Wuji snapped his head away from the woman and turned his attention towards the other woman in the room, someone whose beauty might have surpassed Hong Mei, but her personality was equally worse.

Although she appeared to be a kind young woman, her true nature was akin to a snake, ready to ensnare and strangle you in her grasp.

Well… that might be an exaggeration, as Chen Wuji did not know much about her; he only knew that she liked music and making fun of the woman he liked, so he also hated her for no reason.

All in all, the sect master of the Spirit Lotus Sect could tolerate many things, but he cannot tolerate a few things.

One of them was seeing Hong Mei distressed and angered.

"Enough! If that is your behavior at a time like this, it would be better to just hand your sect to the Emperor." He did not scream, slamming his hands on the table. All he did was flare his cultivation of the fifth level of the Soul Formation Realm and raise his voice with qi, making it echo in everyone's mind.

The two women who were hissing like cats looked at him begrudgingly before settling down in their seats.

"For God's sake, you are sect leaders of two major sects… act like one." He knew he could not favor Hong Mei out in the open in such a meeting, so he scolded them both while internally apologizing to the woman.

"Hmph, who told you to meddle in our fight?" Even though she knew what the square-faced Chen Wuji said was right, the hothead sect mistress grumbled about his interruption under her breath, looking away from the man.

Chen Wuji ignored her grumblings and continued speaking, but inside he felt his heart shattering into small pieces. "The Emperor has been working on unifying all the forces in his empire and bringing them under his absolute control."

"Before this, he had always ignored things like this and never cared about the actions of others as long as they did not act out of line or go against his interest." He pushed the glasses up his nose and wondered out loud with a serious look, "It means something big has happened that made him take this action."

"What does it matter why he is doing this?" San Ji spoke lazily and wiped his dirty fingers on the edge of the table like no one was watching him and kept speaking. "What we need to talk about is how we are going to stop them from taking control of our sects."

The old man sitting beside him opened his eyes a little and eyed San Ji with great interest. XingJian narrowed her eyes but said nothing, but Hong Mei unexpectedly nodded along with his words.

"Even though I do not usually agree with this buffoon on many things, his words have merit." Hong Mei leaned on the table while looking at San Ji with undisguised disgust.

"I am not a buffoon; I am San Ji." The burly sect leader grumbled under his breath because the fiery look in the redhead's eyes scared him for some reason.

"As expected, only someone as brainless as you can agree with San Ji." XingJian chuckled to herself, hiding her smile behind the hand clutching the corner of her dark robes.

"What do you mean by that, huh?!" Hong Mei stood up from her chair with a jerk, causing it to slide back. "Are you calling me an idiot?"

"I said nothing; you are calling yourself that." Seeing her face twist in fury, XingJian's face twisted in a sadistic smile, but she did not press her any further and changed the topic.

"What Chen Wuji means is that if there is a reason for him to do all this, then it must affect the whole empire, and we should also find out what it is, for it will help us decide if we should stand with the empire or back away while there is a chance." She glanced at the serious-looking man opposite to him as he nodded along with her analysis.

"To think you are managing a sect and cannot understand simple things like this, I wonder what Wuji sees in you."

Chen Wuji froze at her sudden remark and stared at her sharply. XianJian raised the corners of her lips into a smirk but stopped talking.

Fortunately, Hong Mei was too clueless to understand her words, causing him to relax a little, but there was a part of him that felt a little disappointed.

"I just hope it's not something that will put the whole empire in a war-like situation; otherwise, we would really have to choose a side and clarify our standings." Wuji removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a tired look on his face.

"Especially you, Mei." The red-haired woman brushed off the affectionate tone he was addressing her with and showed a look of curiosity. "Since you are a leader of the alchemy pavilion, your stance will matter the most."

"Heh! What does he need me for when he has that genius medical prodigy under his command?" Everyone understood who she was talking about, but Chen Wuji still shook his head.

"Not to mention the stunt you pulled at that Grand Imperial Summit; war needs more than one alchemist to depend on." Wuji laid the truth bare before her, making her flamboyant face fall like a deflated balloon.

She finally realized that she might be the one who would get a visit from the emperor first.

"What is the big deal about it? Even if I cannot beat him on my own, once all of us act together, we can stand against him." San Ji, ever so clueless about the true situation of the world, grumbled with a shrug and started swaying the chair, balancing his weight on the two thin back legs.

Sneer!

XingJian snorted to his face and said, "Which one of us is even in the later stages of the soul formation realm?" I know I am not, and he is an emperor with peak cultivation in the soul formation realm and an army that is trained to slay."

"Do you think your sect's disciples can contend against the coordinated attacks from the soldiers?" She did not shy a bit, showing the man a mirror.

Even if San Ji's sect could do that, she knew her sect would not be able to do it since they were committed to music, not fighting. The burly man paused, his chair stopping at its edge under his control.

"It's not the peak of the soul formation realm anymore, you know." Just then a voice broke through the silence of the room like a sword. Hearing the new voice sounding in his ears, Sanji trembled in fear.

Thud!

His balance broke, and he stumbled backwards before falling on the ground along with the chair. Lying on the ground, he saw the face of the speaker looking down at him with a smile.

Boom!

With a deafening boom, the sound barrier collapsed as the burst of qi escaped the person's body, making them all recoil in their seats. The air in the room twisted and tightened as the strongest sect leaders in the empire found it difficult to breathe in the presence of the man.

Dressed in his fluttering golden imperial robes, Wuhan looked down at them all like a domineering king looking at his subjects.

"Budding soul realm…" Chen Wuji whispered, which caught Wuhan's attention. He turned to face him with a smile and conjured a sixth seat with a wave of his hand as the cracks in the space behind him mended themselves.

"Then we can have a real talk, now that I have all of your attention." Placing the chair beside the fallen San Ji's spot, Wuhan sat down and looked around the table with a smile that sent chills down their spine.