By chance, she turned her head and saw a mirror in the corner. Evelyn Harris suddenly froze, then jumped up to touch her own face. Oh my god, what an absolute beauty! Is this body a fairy? What did she eat to grow up so beautiful! Alright, I’m good now, I don’t want to die anymore—every extra day is a bonus.

Anyway, since she had no idea how to get back, she could only pretend to be Evelyn Foster for now.

Being Evelyn Foster actually wasn’t that hard, because she quickly gathered some basic information from the surrounding disciples and young attendants. For example, she was taken in this year by William Reed as a disciple, her cultivation was low—only at the Qi Refining stage—and she was an average three-spirit-root talent.

As for where she was, it was the number one righteous sect in the cultivation world: Gengchen Immortal Mansion. It was said that this Gengchen Immortal Mansion was so vast and had so many disciples that it could form a nation of its own. Her branch was called Qinggu Heaven, which was a sub-branch within one of the eight palaces, inside a cave heaven.

To sum up, her cultivation was low, her seniority was low, and she was a tiny shrimp in a massive organization.

She also overheard a bit of gossip: apparently, the reason her master William Reed took her as a disciple was because she looked exactly like William Reed’s daughter who had died decades ago. So William Reed cherished her for her resemblance, and treated this little disciple with great care. Because of this, even the senior brothers of Qinggu Heaven were especially kind to her, and she was the only female disciple in this small branch.

Because of this, Evelyn Foster finally understood what her master had meant in that previous conversation. This was related to a major event.

The only major event in Gengchen Immortal Mansion recently was not only the talk of the sect, but had also attracted the attention of the entire cultivation world.

—The most senior ancestor in Gengchen Immortal Mansion was about to end his five-hundred-year seclusion and emerge!

This ancestor, named Edward Grant, was of such high seniority that he was a generation above the current head of Gengchen Immortal Mansion—he was the sect leader’s martial uncle. If compared to the mortal world, he would be the Grand Emperor. Not only that, but this ancestor was a double ancestor in every sense.

It was said that not only was his seniority high, but his status was also unique. Gengchen Immortal Mansion had been established for hundreds of thousands of years, and the founding ancestor’s surname was Sima. Every generation of leaders since then had the surname Sima, and of the hundreds who had ascended, more than half were Simas. Now, the last Sima in Gengchen Immortal Mansion was Edward Grant.

An ancestor at the top of the food chain coming out of seclusion—how could that not be a big deal?

Because this ancestor was about to emerge, the sect leader, elders, and the eight palace masters—all the top leaders—decided to provide the best possible service for the ancestor. First, they would select some outstanding female disciples with good talent to serve him. For some reason, the candidates were limited to female disciples, so Evelyn Foster, the only new female disciple in Qinggu Heaven, was also on the list.

Evelyn Foster: "..." Isn’t this just like the emperor choosing concubines?

On the third day, that master who looked very young but was actually over three hundred years old personally came to escort her to the selection venue. Only then did Evelyn Foster truly realize how enormous Gengchen Immortal Mansion was. Her direct superior used a flying magical artifact at great speed, and it still took at least two hours to get there. The places they passed along the way were said to be just a small part of Gengchen Immortal Mansion’s territory.

“Qudong’s thirty-six immortal mountains stretch for 8,888 li, all within Gengchen Immortal Mansion’s domain.” Noticing what Evelyn Foster was thinking, William Reed said, “Our sect really is huge. Many low-level disciples spend their entire lives in these affiliated cities, just like citizens in a mortal nation.”

Evelyn Foster: Oh my god, what an eye-opener.

From afar, Evelyn Foster saw a gigantic plaza—almost like a plain. Dozens of jade pillars stood on either side, and the towering palaces along the central axis looked like a phoenix. Many disciples were already standing there, and more kept arriving. The scene was so grand and magnificent that it made Evelyn Foster feel weak at the knees.

William Reed, like a parent sending a child to an exam, could only give her an encouraging, loving look before leaving, waiting on the sidelines and leaving Evelyn Foster—a newcomer—alone among a group of beauties.

Standing in the corner, Evelyn Foster looked up and felt like she had arrived at a beauty pageant. If this really were a beauty contest, there would probably be a fight, because every single person looked like a fairy. Picking a winner would be truly difficult, and after a while, she even felt a bit of aesthetic fatigue.

After watching for a while, she had to lower her head and do some eye exercises—the visual stimulation was just too much.

There were at least ten thousand people present, beautiful girls in all kinds of dresses chatting softly, and someone even approached Evelyn Foster.

“This one, may I ask which branch you’re from, junior sister?”

Evelyn Foster was at least a working adult, so she knew how to interact with people. She politely replied that she was a disciple under William Reed of Qinggu Heaven.

The beautiful woman who spoke covered her mouth and laughed, a trace of disdain in her eyes. “Oh, so you’re not a junior sister, but a junior niece.” Then she ignored her, apparently unimpressed.