Steal. His. Man!!!

Back in the battle at Jia Nan Academy, whether it was Hun Ruoruo's ruthless methods or her father's supreme authority, both had been branded deep into Xun'er's heart.

At that moment, she had suddenly realized that compared to the Soul Clan, whom she had once despised beyond measure, the Ancient Clan's abilities and methods were shockingly backward and crude, even decayed.

Perhaps the Ancient Clan was not as powerful as she had imagined.

Though it sounded like sheer fantasy, the thought lingered like an inescapable nightmare in Xun'er's mind until she returned to the clan.

She wanted to make a change.

Thus, in order to gain enough say, Xun'er devoted nearly all her time to cultivation, determined to secure a place within the clan and firmly claim the position of Young Master of the Ancient Clan.

Yet what she had never expected was that when her cultivation truly reached heights she had never before attained, what awaited her was not a status matching her strength, but an empty promise from the Elder Council.

"Hehe, Xun'er is still young. Though her cultivation is impressive, her experience is ultimately too shallow. If she wishes to take charge of the clan's great authority, she must spend more time studying in the Elder Council in the future."

Hearing Saint Tong Xuan's kindly, benevolent words, Xun'er felt more nauseated than ever before, almost to the point of vomiting.

Experience? Age?

Since when were the rules of the Dou Qi Continent decided by such things?

If seniority in age determined one's right to speak, who in the Ancient Clan would still be willing to bury themselves in cultivation?!

Looking across the Ancient Clan, Xun'er found that Saint Tong Xuan was far from an exception. From the leader of the Elder Council down to Ling Quan, whose