Wen Jingshu knew that Wang Chenliu was formally accepting and welcoming her on behalf of the Wang family.
She quickly adjusted her mindset, bowed with hands clasped to the four elders in turn, and said, “Greetings, Third Elder. Greetings, Fifth Elder. Greetings, Sixth Elder. Greetings, Seventh Elder.”
Wang Guanlan had a cold temperament, Wang Zhimo was warm and amiable, and Wang Xingcan was the only male elder, his smiling eyes giving him a good-tempered appearance.
Only Wang Zhixue looked at her with curiosity, asking, “You silly girl, what cultivation mantra do you practice?”
Wen Jingshu reported truthfully, “This junior has joined the lineage of Daoist Lord Beili of the Qingyun Sect's Hidden Star Peak, and I practice the 《Abyssal Lightning Decree》.”
Wang Chenliu added, “Just like that girl Wen Shuyi, she goes by Wen Jingshu on the outside. The Wen Jingshu who sent the letter to our Wang family was also Fuyan's alias.”
Wang Zhixue pondered for a moment and couldn't help but chuckle. “Back then, Jinye was also extremely skilled at disguising herself when she went out. She passed right by the Wang family disciples face-to-face several times without being recognized. Who would have thought this good habit would be passed down to you?”
Hearing this, Wen Jingshu gave a sheepish smile.
Wang Zhixue continued, “The 《Abyssal Lightning Decree》 is a good match for your heavenly lightning spiritual root, so there is no need to switch mid-way. If there are any other cultivation techniques you wish to learn, feel free to search for them in the Manual Pavilion.”
Wen Jingshu's eyes lit up, and she quickly thanked her. “Thank you, Seventh Elder!”
The Wang family had the most lightning spiritual roots, so wouldn't she have her pick of lightning-attribute cultivation techniques?
Lightning-attribute sword cultivators were practically invincible among those of the same rank, and the same went for lightning-attribute spell cultivators. If she had the time, it wouldn't be a bad idea to learn a few lightning-attribute techniques to keep as trump cards.
Seeing that the two of them had finished chatting, Wang Xingcan reminded Wen Jingshu, “Little girl, which face do you plan to use while you're in the Wang family?”
After all, she was a child of the Wang family's direct line and would be staying with them for a while. She couldn't very well wear a veil every day.
Besides, the members of the Wang clan needed to recognize Wen Jingshu's face.
Hearing Wang Xingcan's slightly teasing words, Wen Jingshu quickly transformed herself to look like her original appearance, scaled down to a ten-year-old.
The young girl stood there, her dark purple dress embroidered with silver patterns sweeping the floor. The collar and cuffs were woven with silver cloud patterns as delicate as stardust, giving her a solemn and sharp appearance.
She was extremely exquisite, with skin as fair as jade. Her features were sharp and distinct, her brow slightly raised, and her dark eyes deep and quiet. She lacked the naive innocence of a child; instead, a faint majesty settled within them, though a hint of slyness occasionally flickered in her gaze.
The outer corners of her eyes tilted upward slightly, and her lips were on the thinner side. Though her jawline still held the softness of childhood, no one could bring themselves to underestimate her when facing her.
Though she was still of a tender age and her figure was slender, she stood tall with a straight back, devoid of any childish playfulness or laxity. Every movement she made exuded the elegant poise cultivated by a great clan.
Looking at Wen Jingshu's original appearance, Wang Chenliu couldn't help but marvel. This child's looks were fifty percent like Wang Jinye's, her wits were ninety percent like her mother's, and that occasional trace of charming innocence was probably like Wen Zhiqiu.
She was a child of the Wang family after all, and one could more or less see the shadow of the Wang family in Wen Jingshu.
Wang Xingcan, who was a lover of beautiful things, couldn't help but praise, “What a beautiful child. Promise your clan uncle that even if you disguise yourself in the future, don't make yourself look so ugly.”
Wen Jingshu touched her face. She felt that the face of her alias... wasn't that ugly...
So what if her temperament was a bit lacking, her skin a bit darker, her eyes a bit smaller, her nose a bit flatter, and her mouth a bit wider?
After thinking about it, Wen Jingshu adjusted her apparent age upward, making herself look sixteen years old, and said, “Elder, please record this appearance instead.”
There were already very few lightning spiritual roots, and if her age was also similar... Wen Jingshu felt there was a risk of her cover being blown.
Knowing that Wen Jingshu was an independent thinker, Wang Xingcan agreed. He took out a recording stone to capture her appearance, praising her beauty the entire time.
Ignoring Wang Xingcan's frivolous behavior, Wang Chenliu turned to Wen Jingshu and said, “Since you have just experienced a sudden enlightenment, stay in the Wang family during this period to quiet your mind.”
Wen Jingshu had also been looking for a place to temper her state of mind, so she did not refuse Wang Chenliu's suggestion.
After the introductions, Wang Yanci took Wen Jingshu to her new residence.
The new courtyard was located near the upper-middle section of the mountainside, which was the residential area for the core members of the Wang family.
Wang Yanci said, “The clan disciples have a daily schedule of classes. I will send you a copy later. This is the chore disciple in charge of your daily needs, Auntie. Their name is Luo Ling.”
Upon hearing this, Luo Ling quickly bowed to the two of them. “Luo Ling greets the Young Master, and greets Miss Fuyan.”
Wen Jingshu acknowledged them and casually handed them a storage bag.
Not long after Wang Yanci left, Wen Jingshu received the class schedule.
When Wen Jingshu opened the schedule, the dense rows of text almost made her eyes glaze over.
Clans were different from sects. Sect disciples came from all corners of the world and did not know one another, so sects naturally treated disciples in a businesslike manner, with clear-cut divisions of rank.
In a clan, however, everyone shared a blood relation to some degree. Thus, as long as one was a clan member, all classes within the clan were free, and the same went for most cultivation mantras and techniques.
However, they were still divided into Class A, Class B, and Class C to screen clan members of different talents and teach them accordingly.
Therefore, as long as one was born into a clan, regardless of talent—even those with a five-element spiritual root or a heavily crippled spiritual root—everyone had the opportunity to learn.
This once again proved the importance of one's background!
Of course, with so many clan members pursuing various paths of cultivation, it resulted in the incredibly detailed schedule Wen Jingshu was currently looking at...
As for the Clan Ranking Tournament, it was held once a year with abundant rewards. Everything from high-grade spiritual tools to a hundred bottles of Rejuvenation Pills was up for grabs. Almost everyone who participated received a reward, as the main purpose was to motivate the clan's disciples.
Aside from the ranking tournament, Wen Jingshu was more interested in the Wang family's Trial Tower.
The Trial Tower was a ninth-grade illusion-type treasure tool with a total of one hundred floors. It was a training treasure crafted specifically for the clan's disciples by a master artifact refiner of the Wang family ten thousand years ago.
It adjusted its difficulty based on the strength of the cultivator entering it, so how high one could climb had nothing to do with actual cultivation level. Instead, it depended on the cultivator's own state of mind, patience, and potential.
Thus, it had another name: the Heavenly Pride Board.
Having just experienced a sudden enlightenment, Wen Jingshu was in no hurry to practice her swordplay over the next few days. She spent a few days calming her mind, reading talisman books and studying pill recipes in the Tranquil Garden, living an exceptionally comfortable life.
Little did she know that her unfamiliar face and name had already quietly appeared on the Wang family's clan board.
Looking at that youthful yet slightly majestic face, the crowd erupted into a frenzy:
“When did another Miss Fuyan appear in the direct line? Whose child is she?”
“Heavens, Miss Fuyan has a heavenly lightning spiritual root? Has our Wang family struck gold in this generation? First we had the Young Master with his mutated lightning spiritual root, then Miss Wanting with her mutated ice spiritual root, and now a Miss Fuyan with a heavenly lightning spiritual root has appeared out of nowhere?”
“Am I the only one who noticed Miss Fuyan's looks? Beautiful, she's too beautiful! Her beauty is absolutely killer!”
“I bet ten top-grade spirit stones that Miss Fuyan can definitely make it into the top ten of the Heavenly Pride Board!”
“Sister, you're being too conservative. Do you still remember that a clan member had a sudden enlightenment for half a month recently? I heard from my third aunt's cousin's sister's daughter's cousin's aunt that the one who experienced that sudden enlightenment was this very Miss Fuyan!”
A sudden enlightenment for half a month? For others, even a single breath of sudden enlightenment was already a monumental stroke of luck. To have one last for half a month, just how defiant of heaven must her talent be!
Yet, such an incredible genius was actually a young lady of their own direct line?!
Once their three top geniuses rose to prominence, wouldn't their Wang family be able to walk with their heads held high anywhere they pleased?
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