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Chapter 92 - Chapter 92 - Girl Identity?

Silk?

No!

The young woman who stepped out wasn't Silk. She appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. The reason even Su Yuntao's eyes widened was because of how revealing her outfit was.

Aside from a few key parts being barely covered by gauzy fabric, the rest of her body was practically bare.

"Disgusting!"

Xiao Wu hastily put the oranges from her pocket back onto the fruit plate, as if she was afraid they might have somehow been contaminated by... unmentionable white granular residue.

Smack!

Xiao Chenyu slapped the girl across the face and barked, "Are you deaf?! Can't you hear I'm talking with Master Su Yuntao and the others in the living room? Get back to your room!"

"Y-Yes, Young Master!"

The girl, face pale and terrified, clutched at her slipping veil and ran back into the room.

"You're not even looking?" Xiao Wu teased, seeing Zhou Qing's expression remain unfazed and assuming he hadn't noticed the scene.

"She's flat as a washboard, just like you. What's there to look at? If it weren't for the long hair, I'd have thought she was a guy," Zhou Qing replied.

Xiao Wu's breath hitched. Her face flushed red with anger, and she turned to Tang San. "Am I really that flat?"

Tang San: "..."

This really wasn't something he could answer. To tell the truth required more composure than he had. He envied Zhou Qing's calm—Ah, to be a true 'gender equality believer'…

Unfortunately, despite being a transmigrator from ancient times, Tang San—righteous at heart—still viewed women and children as people to be protected, not entirely as equals.

"Kids these days are way too mature…"

Su Yuntao silently sighed. But he quickly shifted his focus back to Xiao Chenyu. "Enough wasting time. Let's go train. I'm going to give you some proper discipline."

The moment he saw that teenage girl walk out of Xiao Chenyu's room, Su Yuntao had already made up his mind—this little bastard was in for it.

Like father, like son!

The more he looked at Xiao Chenyu, the more disgusted he felt. Time to repay the father's debt through the son.

"Huh?"

Xiao Chenyu thought he misheard—discipline?

But he quickly followed, thinking it might just be one of Master Su Yuntao's quirks. After all, Soul Masters often had eccentric ways of speaking.

Moments later, wails of misery echoed from the backyard:

"Aaah! Help! Master, isn't this a bit too much?!"

"Better suffer in training than in battle! Suck it up! Since I accepted this job, I'm going all the way!"

"Aaah—!"

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu brought in a basin of water, washed an orange, dried it off, and began peeling. "Tsk tsk, Xiao Chenyu's really unlucky. And by the looks of it, his life's going to get worse."

"Honored guests, I've brought some pastries for you," Housekeeper Xiao came up the stairs with a tray over 30 cm in diameter, holding a fruit cake resembling those Zhou Qing had seen in his past life. "All made with the freshest fruits."

"Thank you," Zhou Qing replied, inspecting the cake. The cream was almost identical to that from his previous world. It was clear—nobles in this world lived very differently from commoners, especially when it came to food.

"May I ask if you three are also Soul Masters?" Housekeeper Xiao inquired with a neutral tone.

"Yes. Actually, we're the ones who took the commission," Xiao Wu said, already cutting into the strawberry cake with anticipation.

"Haha, such young talents," the housekeeper praised, fully convinced now that Zhou Qing, Tang San, and Xiao Wu were here just to gain some experience, brought in by Su Yuntao.

And this little girl—judging by her unrefined eating manners—was definitely not from a noble family or a clan.

Still, to be Soul Masters at their age meant exceptional talent. Since they studied at the same academy as the young master, there could be future opportunities for collaboration. Best to treat them well. And it's also a great chance to get closer to Su Yuntao.

"Well then, I'll take my leave. If there's anything you need, just call. I'll help however I can," Housekeeper Xiao said with a smile.

Zhou Qing took the opportunity to ask quietly, "Can I ask who that young lady was? The one from Xiao Chenyu's room?"

"She's a woman the young master brought back from outside…" Housekeeper Xiao answered carefully, then explained, "Among nobles, it's not unusual to have women around by age twelve or thirteen."

"That's just insulting to women," Xiao Wu grumbled, wiping cream from the corner of her mouth.

"Ladies like you, as Soul Masters, are far more respected than an old servant like me," the housekeeper replied with a smile, then bowed and left.

From this brief conversation, Zhou Qing had already gathered a rough understanding of this world's gender dynamics.

As in his past life, women were physically weaker and often seen as inferior in status.

Only female Soul Masters—who wielded power—could stand equal to men. But in general, even their strength lagged behind, so male Soul Masters still held higher status.

Among nobles, it was common for men to have a wife and multiple lovers.

Only among Soul Masters was monogamy the norm.

Why?

Because women with power had the means to resist oppression. Strength is the ultimate currency!

But Zhou Qing hadn't asked that question just out of curiosity.

He had sensed that the girl's soul power wasn't weak—at least level 18.

She might know how to suppress her aura, but Zhou Qing's innate cultivation method allowed him to detect her true level instantly.

A Soul Master—nearly level 20—and she's submitting to Xiao Chenyu?

If she were like Silk—low innate soul power (Su Yuntao had said Silk still hadn't reached Grandmaster level at age 24)—then maybe. Some people give up on cultivation, hoping to climb the social ladder another way.

Like a simple village girl dazzled by city life who eventually gives in to its rules and power structures.

But someone who reached nearly level 20 at just fifteen or sixteen?

Even if not a genius among sects or academies, she'd be extraordinary among commoners. Her innate power had to be at least level five.

Would someone like that willingly submit?

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