Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses-Chapter 808 - 273: Xiao Ning’s Past! The Contest of Cross-Dressing! (Part 3)

"An Xiaoning, you're strong. You split these firewood as well."

The dry wood had just been split when a sturdy man walked over, pulling a wooden cart behind him, filled with various wooden blocks.

An Xiaoning cursed quietly in her heart, nodded but didn't reply, while the children of the same age around her watched with amusement, each wearing different expressions.

No choice but to keep splitting firewood.

While chopping, she thought about what was coming next.

In An Xiaoning's understanding, she sincerely wanted to join the sect directly.

If she were to join the sect, she could make something of herself and not be looked down upon by her parents. Tomorrow, sect members would come to test Spirit Roots, but she was uncertain about her results.

The details of her past memories are unclear; An Xiaoning only remembers that these past years have been unbearably bitter. As an outsider, she was treated as a laborer. Though she had two bowls of rice to eat every day, no one really cared about her. That's what it means to be a refugee.

Well, whatever.

This isn't uncommon. An Xiaoning thought it over and decided to let it go!

The people around continued to snicker silently; they were too lazy to speak to An Xiaoning, but their eyes said it all: a mix of mockery and panic. They were apprehensive.

They knew they hadn't treated An Xiaoning well.

The reason was simple. An Xiaoning was honest, a straightforward person. Despite being a young girl, she had strong resilience, so the dirty work and heavy labor always fell to her.

Seeing An Xiaoning working hard, they were both uneasy and annoyed. If she turned out to have good talent tomorrow, they'd be in trouble. An Xiaoning won't seek revenge, will she?

An Xiaoning was unaware of their thoughts.

If she knew, she'd probably just laugh it off. An Xiaoning didn't have any extra thoughts, let alone desire revenge on the whole village. Her aspirations weren't so low. At most, she'd joke about digging up their ancestors' graves and using the ashes to make tea for calcium supplements.

But there's no stopping small-minded people from assuming the worst.

The villagers collectively chose to distance themselves from An Xiaoning. Some even started praying to the heavens, hoping her Spirit Root Talent was poor, so she'd stay and become a lifelong laborer for the village!

Perhaps even a match for the single old men; ha ha ha.

An Xiaoning remained unaware, chopping wood quietly, her face occasionally showing excitement and at other times, anxiety. She truly hoped her Spirit Root would yield good results.

She didn't want to continue living so ordinarily.

The next day.

Early in the morning, An Xiaoning got up, went to the village well, washed herself carefully, then donned a faded cloth outfit, and finally tidied her hair by the small lake on the village's edge.

There we go.

A clean little girl, not very old, in her teens!

Once all was done, An Xiaoning returned to the village's central open area. Other children noticed An Xiaoning's earnest excitement and felt murderous rage; what's the point of getting so excited as an outsider our village took in? Acting as if something good's coming your way!

Ridiculous!

The village chief went out to greet the newcomers, and soon a group appeared at the village entrance!

Leading them were the sect members, dressed in splendid robes, carrying or wearing their Spiritual Artifacts. Even when walking casually, they seemed to shine in An Xiaoning's eyes!

Oh, she truly wanted to join the sect, to become refined!

An Xiaoning took a deep breath, starting to feel nervous.

After the six from the sect entered, four people wearing official attire followed. The officials couldn't compare to the sect members; although their clothes were clean, they looked sloppy, their eyes lacking the brilliance of the sect members. You don't notice the difference until you compare, and then it's immediately obvious.

The other children preparing for Spirit Root testing avoided looking at the officials.

An Xiaoning hadn't noticed the officials entering the village. Her back was damp with sweat from prolonged tension, and her teeth felt sore as she prayed softly for a not-too-terrible Spirit Root.

"Surely I must have at least a tiny bit of Spirit Root; my luck can't be that bad!"

Just a little Spirit Root was all she needed. She desperately didn't want to spend her life chopping wood in the village! An Xiaoning's demands weren't high; she figured joining the sect would allow her to slowly cultivate, even with the weakest Spirit Root!

Joining in the test were eight children. Though the village was small, there were many children.

Understandable.

Destiny is random. Having more children increases the chances of having one with Spirit Roots. Some people would keep trying until one was born with Spirit Roots, leading to more children than adults in the village.

And the result...

"Puhahaha!!!!"