"Wouldn't that make me just a pretty vase?" Zhu Zhuqing looked at Xu Ran, her cheeks puffed out indignantly.
But thinking it over carefully, she really could not do anything. Xu Ran was far too strong for her to catch up to him in her lifetime. And someone as powerful as Xu Ran could casually take out something good and send her strength soaring.
Over these past few years, the Soul Power she had gained through her own cultivation probably amounted to less than a fifth of what she had gained through the stimulation of the Heavenly Treasures Xu Ran had given her.
Although they were very strong now, hailed by the outside world as peerless prodigies, and had all broken previous records for Soul Masters' breakthroughs.
She knew they had never been geniuses who appeared only once in several thousand years.
They were merely ordinary children of great clans, and everything they had achieved today was thanks to Xu Ran.
So they really were pretty vases.
Moreover, she felt that anyone who got together with Xu Ran would probably end up becoming a pretty vase. Even those lofty gods... because sooner or later, Xu Ran's strength would surpass theirs, perhaps even leave them far behind.
"What's wrong with being a pretty vase?"
"The man earns money to support the family, and the women stay as lovely as flowers. A clear division of labor. Working hard at cultivation to grow stronger and protect you is my responsibility, not yours. Your job is to take good care of yourselves at home and give my Old Xu Family a big, healthy boy soon."
As someone who had been steeped in twenty-first-century culture, Xu Ran took all this in stride.
One person worked, while the other stayed home as a housewife or househusband.