Seeing his sister stand up, MingHao quickly stopped her.
"Wait, sis, what about Uncle and our niece?
What do you plan to do with them?"
"Let them mingle with the others for now.
I will go down and meet them tomorrow."
MingYue's gaze then turned complicated.
"You should understand, MingHao, your talent is not bad, but Uncle Jian Feng's is worse than yours.
I also know he doesn't like conflict.
It's better for him to live with the populace and do some work managing them rather than pursuing a path as a cultivator.
It's the same for his family, too.
As for our newborn niece, she is still a baby.
Let's talk about it when she grows older."
Hearing this, MingHao felt relieved, making MingYue frown.
"Why do you make a face like that?"
"Well, I am glad sis thinks like that.
Actually, I was afraid you would take revenge on Uncle.
After all, he was quite strict with you in the past."
Hearing this, MingYue's vein popped.
Do you think I am that small-minded?
Seeing his sister's expression, MingHao knew what was coming next, and he certainly didn't want to face it.
His qi churned to the maximum, pushed by panic.
He ran away as fast as he could, screaming, "I am sorry, sis!
I will return at dinner!"
MingYue looked dumbfounded at what her brother did, then mumbled with a smirk, "Stupid brat...
He's really good at running away."
She paused for a moment and then let out a chuckle.
At least I don't need to worry too much about his life."
Her gaze then turned distant.
Now alone in her home, her repressed emotions started coming out, and her heart throbbed with pain.
Despite making decisions decisively, it would be a lie if she said she didn't feel anything.
With glistening eyes, the memories she had spent in that home started resurfacing in her mind.
As a kid, cultivating had been very boring and tedious, and even when she did her best and achieved better results than all her peers, no one was there to tell her she had done good work.
When she went to her uncle, he would only say, "Good, but not enough."
Her mother would nod and close her eyes, returning to her cultivation.
If she could meet him, that would be amazing; he was always holed up in his room.
All of this turned into overwhelming pressure for her.
Living in the cultivation world, her options to vent were very limited.
Everyone in her generation was her rival.
Since she always bested them in everything, they were not close at all.
There were no games she could play without friends.
She tried playing board games with some elders, but their high egos only made her feel annoyed.
Destroying some target practice?
That would just become another training session.
Not knowing what to do, MingYue wandered around the estate, looking for a way to decompress.
In the end, she found a place that was almost empty, with only one person standing guard at the library.
It wasn't a secret technique library, just a library containing some history books of the world.
The moment she started reading, she quickly enjoyed it.
Through every single word, her imagination ran wild, entering a new world where she was free from all the burdens in her life.
But now, all of it had turned to ashes.
That was why she liked the novel that Alex gave her a lot, even more than games and others since the story just immersed her so much.
It was a way for her to decompress from all the stress.
Although many things she read made her raise her eyebrow, ultimately those with a cultivation theme, she couldn't help making comparisons with her own world.
In the novels she read, everything was always about Young Masters.
Young Masters interested in the MC's lover, childhood friend, or sister;
Young Masters felt jealous of the MC's skill or talent.
Young Masters had their fiancées stolen by the MC.
Young Masters lost their inheritance to the MC.
Young Masters lost bids at auctions.
Young Master this, Young Master that.
MingYue even wondered if the authors had some personal grudge against Young Masters.
They always started rich and ended up miserable.
Logically speaking, even without her real experience, with all the wealth and resources their rich families had, why didn't they invest in educating their young prodigies?
Or were all these Young Masters' brains made of mush?
If an ugly person wanted to marry a beauty, then it was called a toad lusting after a swan.
But what if a genius cultivator lusted after a woman from the suburbs while being surrounded by other geniuses with more beauty and talent?
Wasn't that a swan lusting after a frog?
They also kept doing it like idiots, even though they kept getting beaten again and again without any real reward behind it.
Some stories explained it was because of the secret the MC had, but if that happened in her world, the other sect wouldn't waste time plotting; they would go all out from the start.
Her strength reigned supreme, and no one bothered making stupid plans.
If they couldn't take it with all their power, then what use was there in getting their hands on the treasure?
It would just invite disaster.
After all, if they got it with a trap, there was a high-risk others would find out about it.
It was the same reason she had chosen to hide in the secret realm now, without any plan to have contact with another sect until she had sufficient strength.
Even people with God-level cultivation acted the same; it was just a repeat of braindead behavior.
She wondered how they could act like that after living for thousands of years.
If someone made an Immortal angry in her world, they would be slapped to death.
Why would an Immortal care about face when they held absolute power?
Would you think about your face when you squish an ant that bites your finger?