Host, Your Master's Fox Demon Wife is Giving Birth

For a moment, numerous voices chimed in agreement.

"Exactly, what right does Li Zi have? With that kind of aptitude, she only belongs doing chores in the outer sect."

"Our sect has always valued aptitude and strength. Junior Sister Ran, you shouldn't defend her."

"Li Zi doesn't deserve it at all! I think Junior Sister Ran, you're much better than her anyway. How did the honor of becoming a elder's direct disciple fall to her? It's simply unfair."

Ran Zirou darted out from the crowd and tightly grabbed Li Zi's hand.

Now she had already changed into the sect disciple robes, her waist slender and fitting an easy embrace. She cut a frail, willow-in-the-wind figure, her eyes brimming with tears at the moment.

"You guys shouldn't talk about Little Sister Zi like that. She's a very good person. In immortal cultivation, one shouldn't just look at cultivation level, but also character."

Suddenly, her gaze locked onto the pendant hanging around Li Zi's neck, and her pupils abruptly constricted.

"Why are you wearing that!"

Li Zi thought inwardly, System, what's going on? The current Ran Zirou shouldn't recognize this pendant yet. Damn it! I've been entangled by the white lotus heroine again. Why does this thing always follow me like a ghost that won't die?

Despite her complex inner thoughts, Li Zi was already shedding tears on the surface.

She trembled in fear, her emaciated body shivering slightly.

She was naturally a bit younger than Ran Zirou and also shorter by a head. Such a delicate appearance instead made it look like Ran Zirou was bullying someone.

"Sister, you're pinching me so hard. Clearly what these older brothers are saying makes a lot of sense. Why are you scolding them? The cultivation world has always belonged to the strong. My cultivation talent is poor, but I'll really work hard and will definitely not shame Master."

She turned and bowed deeply to those disciples. "I hope everyone can give me some time and supervise me. I'll work hard."

Li Zi's attitude was earnest and her tone sincere, maintaining the posture of a frail white lotus.

The disciples who had just been spewing profanity suddenly felt themselves to be utterly despicable, wanting to leap out of their coffins after death just to give themselves a resounding slap.

Their gazes toward Ran Zirou shifted repeatedly.

The cultivation world should naturally prioritize the strong. If they didn't look at strength, were they supposed to look at background and faces instead?

What kind of worldview was Ran Zirou operating on?

[Host, the original-text heroine has been reborn.]

Chapter 5: Host, your master's fox demon wife is giving birth

The system's words made Li Zi gasp involuntarily.

The golden finger cheated in by the heroine Ran Zirou was simply too overpowered. Not only did she possess the everyone's darling halo, but she now also had the golden finger of rebirth plot foresight.

How was she supposed to play this game now?

However, upon hearing the apologies from the surrounding disciples, she caught a glimmer of hope.

These cultivators had seen too many aloof immortal monarchs, so they fell entirely for the white lotus act.

Fortunately, while her face hadn't fully matured yet, its juvenile cuteness made it easy to provoke others' protective instincts, allowing her to temporarily tussle with the original-text heroine.

At this moment, Ran Zirou was glaring fixedly at the pendant on her neck, her eyes looking as though they had been steeped in poison.

"How is this pendant in your hands? Did you steal it!"

Li Zi's tears rolled down, her body swaying precariously under the force of her aggressive questioning.

"This pendant was clearly given to me by Senior Brother. Why are you casting indiscriminate accusations of theft without asking about right and wrong? Do you also feel that I don't deserve to become Master's direct disciple? Then why did you just say those things to the others?"

She was young, and such a bullied appearance once again tilted the balance in the surrounding disciples' hearts back toward her.

Immediately, some disciples could no longer stand by.

"I must have been blind just now. To think I actually believed Junior Sister Ran was a kind-hearted woman; turns out you're just putting on a hypocritical facade."

"Junior Uncle, don't cry. What we said just now was too excessive. We're sorry."

"Junior Sister Ran, as an inner sect chores disciple, this shouldn't be a place for you to come!"

Others chimed in to defend her. "What do you know? Junior Sister Ran was a royal princess back in the mortal world. As for Li Zi, she was merely Junior Sister Ran's follower. How could she possibly own such an exquisite pendant? In my opinion, it was probably stolen by Li Zi!"

Ji Zheng frowned upon hearing this and pulled Li Zi behind him.

His scrutinizing gaze sized up Ran Zirou.

"Junior Sister Ran, I obtained this pendant from a secret realm. What, have you seen it before?"

These words dispelled all doubts.

The crowd's gazes toward Ran Zirou grew increasingly bizarre.

Since Ji Zheng had obtained it from a secret realm, how could Ran Zirou recognize it?

Could it really be that Ran Zirou, driven by jealousy, wanted to incite the crowd and snatch the pendant from Li Zi?

Conversely, Ji Zheng's stepping forward to defend her seemed to deal Ran Zirou a heavy blow.

Ran Zirou stared at Ji Zheng in disbelief, tears swirling in her eye sockets.

"You're actually defending her? How can you treat me like this?"

Ji Zheng rarely interacted with female cultivators.

Meanwhile, the Ran Zirou before him possessed hair like a waterfall, skin like congealed lard, and a pure-as-jade appearance that made even his straight-laced brain unable to resist stirring with pity.

For a brief moment, his consciousness urged him to rush forward, gather Ran Zirou in his arms to comfort her, apologize, and admit that he had been in the wrong.

Ran Zirou also sensed Ji Zheng's emotional stirrings. Her sobbing voice sounded bone-meltingly sweet, and her darting glances were bewitching and soul-stirring.

Ji Zheng choked back a lump in his throat and slowly reached out his hand.

With Ji Zheng stepping in, Li Zi could finally discuss the subsequent plot development with the system from behind the scenes.

[System, didn't this Ran Zirou reach the pinnacle of her life in her past life? Why does she look like her IQ is lacking somewhat now that she's been reborn?]

The system was frantically flipping through a book.

[Host, I've flipped through the book and finally figured out the ins and outs. Last night, a senior brother tried to force himself on her. Ran Zirou resisted to the death, and while struggling, rolled off the stone bed and hit her head—that's how she was reborn. As for why her IQ seems a bit lacking, it's because she was able to cultivate to the peak in her past life entirely by leeching off men.]

The sound of pages flipping rang out again.