Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

The Dragon Clan embassy, located where the Jiaolong Clan used to do their laundry more than a hundred thousand years ago.

Although Dragon Clan cultivators are mostly skilled in Water System Techniques, there are few self-cleaning spells... Moreover, many of the daily life spells commonly used by Human Race cultivators do not exist in the Demon Race.

Perhaps because there are too many lower-ranked and untransformed demons, labor costs are virtually nil, which leads cultivators who have achieved transformation to lack the motivation to research spells for daily life.

Of all the menial tasks, doing laundry is the most exhausting, which indicates that Long Ye must have had a low status and pitifully low grade rank within the Dragon Clan in his early years; otherwise, he wouldn’t have lived in such a place.

Behind the embassy, there lies a small hill with a pond on top, constantly streaming down water that flows through the courtyard of the Dragon Clan embassy.

The Desolate Tower is next to the hill, having undergone multiple renovations during the Dragon Clan era, only to gradually fall into decline after dynastic changes.

The outer plaster of the tower’s walls has long since fallen off; part of it is surrounded by moss and vines, while parts are weathered and rotten, revealing the mottled and unsightly stone cross-sections within.

The wooden floors inside are only remnants now, furniture has completely disappeared, and even the lamp holders that were left on the ceiling have almost rusted away.

"To think that the formidable Dragon Martial Emperor once lived in such poverty," remarked Qi Qiaosong, stepping onto the decayed floor and looking around the nearly empty surroundings with a sigh. @@novelbin@@

No, it has been over a hundred thousand years; even if it had originally been a place of splendor, surely nothing would remain by now, right?

Long Long internally scoffed, but openly quoted,

"Heaven, in ordaining great responsibilities to a man, first subjects his mind to suffering, his sinews and bones to toil, and his body to starvation."

"Those are good words," applauded Qi Qiaosong, "Just as a knife or sword cannot be sharp without grinding and honing."

Seeing the self-moved expression of the young Qilin, Long Long no longer felt like making idle conversation, simply wishing that this person would quickly lose interest and leave, so that he could flee along with the Elders of the Dragon Clan.

However, Qi Qiaosong was indifferently walking around the main hall, from here to there, pausing occasionally in front of a corner’s cobweb or the carving marks on a pillar, clicking his tongue in wonder, with no intention of leaving whatsoever.

Bored on the side, Long Long quietly hid in a corner and began whispering to Long Hu.

"Long Long, do you feel that Qi Qiaosong seems a bit... simple-minded?"

"Hmm, I’m afraid that might have been intentional by the Qilin Clan, preferring an easily controlled and influenced Young Master," he mused.

"But if you think about it, he went from a disgraced illegitimate child to the anointed Young Master of the revered Qilin ancestor in just a few days. Such a sensitive and insecure personality can indeed be explained..."

While they were engaging in their intimate exchange, Qi Yingzhu stood to the side feeling depressed.

Seizing the opportunity, Qi Qiao’an pulled his sister aside and quietly said,

"Yingzhu, you can really tolerate this? I truly admire you," he said.

Qi Yingzhu felt infuriated at once.

Although she had long known her elder brother was up to no good, this specific provocation precisely hit on something she was extremely sensitive about.

Her fiancé carrying on with another woman was something she could not tolerate!

"If I were you, I would pull him aside and have a clear conversation," continued Qi Qiao’an, "Otherwise, he might think you’re easy to bully after you’re married!"

Qi Yingzhu thought it made sense; if she did not show her strength here, he might really think she was just a kitten!

So, Qi Yingzhu approached Long Long, took his arm, and said,

"Come outside with me for a moment; I have something to tell you."

Long Long: ???

Long Hu: !!!

"What can’t you say openly right here?" Long Hu said discontentedly.

"I’m speaking with my fiancé here; what right do you have to butt in?" Qi Yingzhu launched a major attack.

Long Hu almost died of anger:

"Fiancé? Where’s the marriage contract? Show it to me!"

Seeing that a battle of words was about to start again, and Qi Qiao’an across from them showed a malicious smirk, Long Long certainly didn’t want to be laughed at here and quickly said to the two:

"Let’s talk outside, let’s go outside to talk."

After dragging the little fox and little tiger outside, where there were no other outsiders present, Qi Yingzhu began to rant indignantly:

"Long Long! Mother has already betrothed me to you, yet you flirt with this woman in front of me? What on earth is going on?"

Long Hu immediately sneered:

"What marriage contract? I’m not aware of any marriage contract. Besides, even if there was one, it would have to come after mine. At best, you could only serve as a lesser one, pouring tea and carrying water for me every day!"

Qi Yingzhu glared angrily with her eyes wide. She had never imagined that marriage contracts could be duplicated, nor had she thought about the problem of being the primary or the secondary wife. She struggled for a long time before squeezing out a sentence:

"I... you’re finished! I’m going to tell Mother!"

"Can’t win an argument so you run home to call mommy, right?" Long Hu was also amused by her innocence, "How about having your mother marry into the Dragon Clan instead?"

Qi Yingzhu: ...........

The statement was so intense that the little tiger was left speechless—she had never seen anyone dare to be disrespectful to the Empress, so much so that she could only point angrily at Long Hu.

"Enough, don’t argue anymore." Long Long was also getting a headache listening to them.

On one hand, he needed to stick to his character which required him to side with Long Hu. On the other hand, if Qi Yingzhu was offended too harshly, considering the diplomatic relations between the Dragon Clan and the Qilin, the future political situation in the Eastern Emperor Demon Realm, and the confrontation between the two major camps...

Actually, it didn’t seem to matter?

"I’ve heard your name, you’re that Long Hu!" Qi Yingzhu said disdainfully, "Although you’re purported to be a mix of Dragon Clan and Celestial Fox, you don’t look the least bit like you have Dragon Clan bloodline, but rather completely like a flirty fox!"

"Not as noble as you, Your Highness," Long Hu retorted sarcastically, "Supposedly the daughter of the Qilin Clan leader, yet you don’t have a hint of Qilin bloodline. It seems your father doesn’t like you very much, does he?"

Qi Yingzhu completely lost her temper.

What Long Hu said wasn’t wrong. Qi Weihuan indeed didn’t like his three children very much, and although everyone knew the reason, these three were always kept in the dark—after all, no one could possibly go up to the three highnesses and say: Sorry, but perhaps you’re not your father’s biological children, you know?

The little tiger was so furious that she lost her reason, and cat ears... rather, tiger ears, quickly sprouted on her head as she prepared to reveal her True Body and pounce to kill Long Hu!

Long Hu was not to be outdone, also revealing her ears and tail, ready to cast an Illusion Technique on Qi Yingzhu. Your journey continues on NovelBin.Côm

Long Long quickly stepped in front of the two raging Mao Clan Young Masters, repeatedly trying to mediate:

"Enough, stop fighting. Do you want to start a war between the Dragon Clan and the Qilin? You two..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a scream suddenly came from above.

Long Long looked up instinctively and saw that Qi Qiaosong, the little Qilin, had already fallen from the breach at the top of the Desolate Tower.