Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 102

In the deep night, the moonlight was enchanting.

Inside the Qingming Hall, Ji Hongluan sat in a violet dress, a small cat named Little Flower resting on her lap. Her delicate hand gently stroked its fur, but her expression was distracted.

“Meow~”

Little Flower finally grew impatient. Propping up its head, it tried to leap off Ji Hongluan’s lap.

She had been stroking it for nearly half an hour—when would she get enough?

‘If you miss your man, go find him!’

‘Why take it out on a poor little cat like me?!’

Instinctively, Ji Hongluan grabbed Little Flower back as it tried to escape, her mind wandering.

At this moment, her thoughts were consumed by the image of that fool. She wanted nothing more than to go see him right away…

But what if…

Ji Hongluan hesitated, torn by her internal conflict.

“Sigh…”

She massaged her temples, her mind a chaotic mess.

Little Flower meowed in protest: “Meow!”

Its meaning was clear—if you miss him, just go to him! No one’s stopping you!

“Little Flower, don’t be ridiculous. Why would I miss him?” Ji Hongluan immediately denied it.

???

Little Flower froze in disbelief.

‘Mistress, the words miss him are practically written on your face, and yet you deny it?!’

Stubborn as a mule!

“Meow~”

Little Flower was done waiting. If this continued any longer, dawn would soon arrive.

“Rest? As a dignified Venerable, if I still needed rest, wouldn’t my years of cultivation be in vain?”

Every time Ji Hongluan closed her eyes, the image of that fool calling her “Master” surfaced in her mind…

She was beginning to suspect that her “rebellious disciple” had poisoned her!

Otherwise, how could she be thinking about him day and night, unable to sleep?

“Meow~”

Little Flower wanted to cry. ‘Mistress, whether or not you rest is none of my concern. The point is, I want to rest!’

‘If this continues—with your endless stroking and late nights—I’ll turn into a bald cat!’

Suddenly, soft footsteps echoed outside the hall.

Ji Hongluan immediately tossed Little Flower off her lap and leaned lazily against her chair, adopting an air of elegant charm. She assumed it must be that “rebellious disciple” Xu Yang, unable to suppress his longing, coming to see her under the stars.

But when she extended her divine sense, she realized it was merely a guard. Instantly, her mood soured.

Typically, the guards would not disturb her at night unless it was urgent.

“Enter.”

Ji Hongluan’s tone returned to that of a sect master—dignified and authoritative.

The guard stepped inside, knelt, and reported respectfully: “Sect Master, there is an invitation from the Jiang family.”

“Present it.”

Ji Hongluan frowned.

The Jiang family was an ancient, reclusive immortal clan that had been silent for many years. Now, they had suddenly resurfaced and even sent an invitation to the Qingming Sect. What were they planning?

“Yes.”

The guard handed the invitation to Ji Hongluan.

“Leave.”

She waved her hand dismissively, and the guard retreated.

Opening the invitation, Ji Hongluan’s gaze immediately sharpened.

“The Jiang family’s Divine Son is holding a gathering of young talents in White Emperor City?!”

“The last time the Jiang family held such a gathering was five thousand years ago, during a golden age filled with countless prodigies and monsters. Figures like the Tomb-Sealing Heavenly Sovereign and Divine King Jiang rose to prominence during that time, leaving a glorious mark on history.”

“The Jiang family’s reemergence and their hosting of another gathering—this feels eerily similar to five thousand years ago.”

“Could it be that another golden age is about to begin?”

After a moment of contemplation, Ji Hongluan continued reading the invitation, which included the list of invitees.

“Heavenly Origin Peak…”

Almost every peak of the Qingming Sect had a personal disciple invited, except Heavenly Thunder Peak.

As for Purple Cloud Peak, the situation was extraordinary—not only were the disciples invited, but even the Peak Master, Xu Yang, was listed as an invitee.

“Hmm?”

Ji Hongluan froze when she saw Xu Yang’s name. Her first thought was that the Jiang family had made a mistake.

After all, her “rebellious disciple” Xu Yang was a Peak Master, not a disciple. Moreover, his strength was comparable to that of a Venerable while he was in the Divine Transformation realm!

No matter how impressive the Jiang family’s Divine Son was, he was still of the younger generation. There was no way he had reached the Divine Transformation realm yet, let alone the qualifications to invite the Peak Master of Purple Cloud Peak.

But then she reconsidered.

Her “rebellious disciple” had broken through to the Divine Transformation realm before the age of thirty. Even if he had started over and broken through again, he still wouldn’t be over forty now.

That meant he could still be considered a young genius!

And so…

A thought crossed Ji Hongluan’s mind, causing her cheeks to flush as a shy, girlish expression appeared in her eyes.

“Does this make me an old cow eating young grass? No, no, no! What old cow? That sounds terrible…”

“I’m not even a hundred yet. In the cultivation world, anyone under a hundred is still considered young…”

“But with this invitation, I have an excuse to visit Purple Cloud Peak again…”

Her mood significantly lightened. Feeling elated, she decided to rest and hopped toward the back hall, closing the door behind her.

Outside, Little Flower was left utterly baffled.

“Meow?”