All Milfs are my disciple

The sudden sound of a cold, emotionless voice sliced through the heavy silence like a blade. All heads instinctively turned toward the source.

Palace Master Li Tian, the elders of the Divine Palace, inner court disciples, outer sect members, and even the visiting cultivators—everyone present—shifted their gazes toward the origin of that voice. It echoed powerfully within the grand hall, carrying a weight that demanded attention.

Even Zi Xiao, still floating in mid-air, narrowed his eyes and turned in the direction of the voice. A frown crept across his face as his eyes landed on the figure that stood proudly in the air, clad in flowing white robes, his hair the color of freshly fallen snow, fluttering behind him like a silken banner in the wind. His presence was serene, but the aura he exuded was sharp—cutting, even.

Zi Xiao recognized him immediately. A name rose to his mind: Fang Ming.

"Fang Ming… the youngest genius in the Divine Court to ever ascend to the Saint Realm," Zi Xiao thought with a flash of irritation. "The so-called beacon of the Upper Realm's youth." His gaze turned disdainful for a brief moment. "Tch. Seems like that youthful arrogance hasn't faded from him yet. But this matter doesn't concern him. The Palace Master should rein him in… This is his domain, after all."

Zi Xiao snorted internally, unwilling to waste too much thought on the young man. To him, Fang Ming was nothing more than a talented brat who didn't understand the depths of the world's politics.

However, Fang Ming stood tall and composed in mid-air. His eyes, like pools of glacial clarity, swept calmly over Zi Xiao, then briefly flickered toward the girl trembling at the edge of the hall—Li Yao.

Within his mind, his thoughts were far from calm.

"First, a mere disciple from the Heavenly Court tried to harass Li Yao. Now even a Divine General has come personally to negotiate, and they're willing to offer a saint-grade artifact in exchange for her? If this were just a coincidence, I'd eat my own sword."

His eyes narrowed.

"This reeks of a deliberate, calculated attempt. They must have discovered her bloodline… Otherwise, what else about a wandering girl taking an entrance test could possibly draw such frenzied interest from the Heavenly Court?"

But even as those suspicions stirred within him, a smile crept onto Fang Ming's lips.

"Well, it's none of my concern what their intentions are. But this… this is an opportunity heaven itself has gifted me. If I protect her now, when she stands alone and unwanted, the seeds I plant today will bloom tomorrow. Her favor… her trust… it will all be mine."

With that, he raised his voice once more. It rang out clearer, sharper—like winter steel being unsheathed.

"You didn't hear me?" he said icily, his eyes locking onto Zi Xiao. "I said—get lost."

The atmosphere shifted again. Gasps and murmurs ran through the crowd like ripples across a still lake.

"Is he mad?!"

"That's Zi Xiao—an elder of the Heavenly Court!"

"He's picking a direct fight?!"

Zi Xiao's expression darkened visibly. His gaze burned with indignation as he clenched his fists, veins appearing faintly on his temples.

"Damn it!" he cursed internally. "Why isn't Li Tian stepping in? This brat is provoking me in front of everyone!"

His gaze shifted quickly toward the high seat of the Palace Master, hoping—expecting—that Li Tian would raise his hand and stop the foolishness.

But Li Tian merely sat there, eyes half-lidded, as if deep in thought. He gave no indication of intervening. His fingers slowly tapped against the side of his jade chair, his expression unreadable.

Yet inside, his thoughts were swirling like storm clouds.

"So Fang Ming has come to intervene on her behalf as well," he mused. "Thinking back… he already displayed an unusual interest in that girl. And now, despite the risk of offending the Heavenly Court, he's stepping forward again—openly."

Li Tian's eyes slightly narrowed as he considered the implications.

"Could it be that he already knows something about her? That he's aware of her hidden bloodline? If that's true… then perhaps giving up a saint artifact for her isn't such a foolish trade after all."

He shifted his gaze ever so slightly toward Zi Xiao's furious face—then deliberately turned his head away, pretending not to notice the Divine General's silent plea for assistance.

Zi Xiao's heart sank.

"That damned old fox…!" he gritted his teeth.

Up above, Fang Ming noticed everything. His sharp eyes caught the subtle movements of the Palace Master and the storm simmering behind Zi Xiao's facade.

"So, even the Palace Master is beginning to guess at her value," he thought with a glint in his eyes. "Good. That means he won't interfere."

Without another word, Fang Ming's hand moved.

With a flick of his sleeve, a brilliant light exploded into the air. A longsword materialized in front of him, its blade radiant, humming with power. It was no ordinary weapon—etched with ancient runes, wrapped in golden divine threads. The air itself seemed to bend around it.

Zi Xiao's pupils contracted slightly.

"You dare—" he began, but his words were cut off.

In a single motion, Fang Ming grasped the sword and surged forward, leaving behind a streak of silver light in the sky.

He didn't wait for diplomacy.

He didn't offer warnings.

He simply attacked.