Girls in a Matriarchal World Are Just Too Scary

Su Yan wanted to explain to Qin Yimeng—he was himself, not the original host; the two shouldn’t be mistaken together.

But before he could speak, he faltered.

After all, in everyone else’s eyes, the original host was him—he couldn’t possibly explain it away.

Seeing him speechless, Qin Yimeng let out a cold huff and turned to leave.

Su Yan sighed. “Fine, let the misunderstanding stand.”

He had no real tie to her—why trying to explain to her?

Besides…

“My three senior sisters are already more than I can handle. Where would I find the energy to mess with other women?”

Su Yan left Yi Xian Sect, holding the map tightly in his hand.

“According to Master’s divination, Little Junior Sister should be in this area.”

He studied the map, growing more confused.

In the original story, Little Junior Sister lived in Di Hua Continent. How did she end up here?

The location on the map wasn’t far from Yi Xian Sect—a mortal kingdom surrounded by a few minor sects. Could it be…

Su Yan recalled what he knew about Little Junior Sister.

Lin Qingyue lost her parents at a young age and grew up alone, struggling to survive. She barely had enough to eat but dreamed of a better life through cultivation.

"Is she really trying to join a sect?" someone whispered.

No matter how much wealth a person had, it meant nothing to cultivators. After a hundred years, riches and status would fade away, but cultivation offered a path beyond life and death.

Everyone wanted to become a cultivator, but it wasn’t that simple. Only those with a spiritual root had a chance.

For ordinary people, life was full of hardship, but if they were lucky enough to have talent, they could rise above it all.

“I recall Little Junior Sister has extraordinary gifts, but her spiritual root is so unique it’s easily misunderstood.”

Mistaking a top-tier spiritual root for a useless one was a classic trope for protagonists in cultivation novels.

And by the story’s logic, Little Junior Sister did have some protagonist flair.

“To catch Master’s eye, her future path must be smooth sailing.”

Though Su Yan feared Bai Shuixin, he couldn’t deny her strength—few in the cultivation world could match her.

Under her protection, good days were assured, especially with her doting nature toward disciples…

“Why doesn’t she dote on me?!”

Su Yan felt wounded. His senior and junior sisters adored him, yet Master remained aloof. He craved her favor too.

“Probably the original host’s fault again.”

He thought about Qin Yimeng’s disapproving look. If even she could see the original Su Yan’s flaws, then his Master had probably noticed them too.

But now that he was here, he could change her opinion over time and earn her trust. After all, he wasn’t some sneaky manipulator.

With that thought, Su Yan let out a sigh.

Smaller sects might not have paid much attention to her before, but things had changed. Any unexpected event could lead to trouble.

Putting the map away, he moved swiftly through the clouds.

Two days later, a misty city appeared in the distance.

…

Tian Yu City was lively today, with the plaza crowded with people.

Many ordinary folks had gathered, hoping to step onto the path of cultivation. They looked at the cultivators on the high platform with longing in their eyes.

For them, this yearly test was a chance to change their lives.

Joining an immortal sect and becoming a cultivator, even if only one in a million made it, meant leaving behind the hardships of ordinary life and chasing the dream of immortality.

“Stay in line and don’t cause trouble, or you’ll be disqualified from the test,” one of the cultivators in charge warned.

The examiners stood tall and proud, their expressions full of arrogance, as if they were looking down on everyone.

And why wouldn’t they? Even as low-ranking outer disciples, they were far above these ordinary people.

Despite the huge crowd, only a few would be chosen—many through secret connections rather than talent.

For instance…

“Too low aptitude. Next.”

“My father’s the richest man in the city.”

The testing disciple’s expression shifted instantly.

Cultivators weren’t true immortals yet—they still craved mortal pleasures, and that required money.

“Hm, my mistake. Your aptitude’s decent. You can join the sect.”

The rich girl gleefully took her token and stood aside, head held high.

Next up was a pretty boy, lips teasing a strand of hair, striking a sultry pose.

“I’ve no great talents, but I’m skilled with my mouth—perfect for late-night chats with the fairies…”

“You’re in.”

The female cultivators swallowed silently, eyeing his charming features.

Cultivators were human too, with desires and emotions. Occasionally contributing to the world’s population? Perfectly reasonable.

Seeing this, other testers clamored, lacking wealth but banking on their own assets.

“Fairy, I’ve got stamina—I can chat with you all night and never tire!”

“Fairy, pick me! I’d love a proper chat with you.”

“…”

Amid the racket, a girl in a green ruqun lowered her head helplessly.

“Can a sect like this really lead to the Great Dao?”

Lin Qingyue was just an ordinary girl, but her dreams were big. She didn’t just want to change her life—she wanted to rise to the top.

A sect like Qingyun Sect, where the examiners openly played dirty tricks, was clearly flawed.

But Lin Qingyue had no other option.

The famous sects were far away in lands blessed with spiritual energy. She had already spent all her money just getting here and had no way to travel further.

“This is my only choice,” she thought.

She stepped onto the platform, and for a moment, the crowd fell silent.

She wore a simple green ruqun. Though plain, it gave her an elegant charm.

Her flawless face remained calm and distant, carrying a quiet grace. As she stood there, the male cultivators couldn’t help but stare.

“Fairy, could you test me now?”

Lin Qingyue asked humbly.

The testing cultivator snapped to attention, nodding quickly.

For some reason, this mere mortal girl exuded an odd pressure.

They say some are born extraordinary—could this be it?

Surprised by Lin Qingyue’s beauty and aura, everyone assumed she had stunning talent. But the result shocked them.

“Yellow-grade spiritual root!”

The testing disciple shouted.

Lin Qingyue thought she’d misheard. She’d always wanted to cultivate and had gathered knowledge about it.

Spiritual roots came in four tiers: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow. With her tested aptitude, she’d be stuck as the lowliest servant.