Top Grade Pure Beauty CEO-Chapter 767 - Ancestral Worship 37th Update

Chapter 767: Chapter 767 Ancestral Worship [37th Update] Chapter 767: Chapter 767 Ancestral Worship [37th Update] “Young Master, these are all the essential items for bathing.” The girl blushed, stealing glances at the thriving young prodigy of the Li Family.

“Essentials for bathing…” Li Xiaoyao glanced at the flower basket the girl was holding, filled with various petals and medicinal herbs, feeling like he was about to be stewed.

“Just sprinkle them in.” Since resistance was futile, he complied.

Sitting aside and waiting for a few minutes, the girl scattered everything into the hot water, which, originally clear, now emitted a faint green glow. Li Xiaoyao momentarily thought it was poison.

He stood up to remove his clothes when he saw the girl approaching hesitantly; it startled Li Xiaoyao, “What’s going on?”

“Young Master, let me help you undress,” the girl murmured, cheeks flushed with shy earnestness, and Li Xiaoyao could see a glint of fervor in her eyes.

“No need, no need.” He waved his hands repeatedly, and under the girl’s disappointed gaze, he said, “You go out first; I can wash by myself.”

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The girl pouted, “Young Master, the Ancestral Elder instructed me to serve you. Everyone participating in the ancestral rites receives personal attendance.”

Li Xiaoyao blurted out, “Does that mean you also have to join me for a mandarin duck bath?”

To his surprise, the girl shyly glanced at him, her voice as soft as a mosquito, “If Young Master needs it, I am willing.”

“No, I was just speaking off the cuff, please go out, I can bathe by myself.”

“Oh.” The girl left reluctantly, looking back three times with a step, her beautiful eyes filled with a touch of wistfulness, making Li Xiaoyao feel uncomfortable all over.

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He quickly stripped off his clothes and, with his hands resting on the edge of the tub, closed his eyes and submerged himself.

“Mmm~” A comfortable moan escaped him, and Li Xiaoyao slowly drifted off to sleep.

Time ticked away, and after two hours, a knock at the door jolted Li Xiaoyao awake.

“Come in.” He called out instinctively, then remembered he was still in the midst of bathing.

“Creak.”

The girl came in, saw Li Xiaoyao indeed bathing, and said with a flushed face, “Young Master, the time has come.”

“Oh, okay, I know, you go out first.”

“Young Master, there’s no need to be shy. I’ll help you dress,” the girl, now bolder, picked up the black clothes already prepared and approached the tub.

Li Xiaoyao wanted to say something but, seeing the girl’s bright eyes looking at him, he thought to himself, if the girl doesn’t mind, why should he? Is he less than a woman?

Splash!

Li Xiaoyao stood up directly from the tub, stepped down, his body still speckled with water droplets and various colored petals.

Li Xiaoyao was quite calm, saying, “Go ahead and help me dress.”

“Ah… yes.”

Li Xiaoyao focused on his breathing, pretending he saw nothing.

The atmosphere turned a bit awkward, but the girl quickly took the black clothes and helped dress him.

“We’re done,” the girl’s voice trembled slightly, only heaven knew what she had just witnessed.

“Hmm,” Li Xiaoyao nodded, looking at the girl whose body had developed a bit prematurely, but his mind was filled with the visages of Tang Tiantian and the other girls.

In his hasty departure this time, he had actually forgotten about the matters of sharing a bed at night.

Leaving the room, a breeze blew over, and Li Xiaoyao suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated.

Now it’s February, and March will soon be upon us, truly a delightful time to be savored.

While most families hold ancestral rituals at dawn, the Ancient Li Family chooses the blazing midday sun, indeed a departure from the norm.

After bathing, a certain indescribable but undeniably present quality emanated from the three individuals.

As they waited in the outer hall, Li Longxiang and another person secretly sized up Li Xiaoyao.

Perhaps they were not strangers to each other, but they couldn’t be considered familiar either, and even now, they had never had a direct conversation.

“Once I return from the forbidden land, I must visit the Xuan Country Li Family,” Li Longxiang suddenly said out of nowhere.

With a light, amiable smile, Li Xiaoyao responded, “Oh? The Xuan Country Li Family is not quite like the Ancient Li Family. I’m afraid you may be disappointed.”

Li Longxiang said, “To have nurtured a genius like you, I’m quite curious about the Clan Leader of the Li Family Clan and the Elders. I just wonder if they would welcome an unexpected guest like me.”

“If you go, they will surely welcome you,” Li Xiaoyao wanted to say that his achievements today had nothing to do with the Xuan Country Li Family. However, upon further thought, he realized Li Longxiang probably knew that already. His remark was only to gain Li Xiaoyao’s favor.

Indeed, he knew how to be charming.

“Creak.”

The door opened, and Li Zhan, accompanied by seven Ancestral Elders, emerged from the inner room. Glancing at the three men dressed in black, he said indifferently, “Are you all ready? Then let’s go.”

The spirit hall of the Li Family’s ancestors was located in the southwest corner of the compound, where buildings had stood for a thousand years, regularly maintained.

Even Li Longxiang and Li Fenghua rarely visited this place.

The majesty was overwhelming, each blue brick and gray tile exuding an air of ancient grandeur.

A formidable aura pressed down, making the group dare not look around carelessly, even their breathing was soft for fear of disturbing the ancestors of the Li Family.

Inside the hall, at the very top, a Spirit Tablet bore a name: Li Yuan.

Below Li Yuan’s Spirit Tablet, eight more Spirit Tablets were arranged, each representing a brilliant chapter of the Li Family’s history.

The deep voice of Li Zhan slowly resonated, “These are the finest predecessors of our Li Family, who, at their peaks, made the entire Cultivation World tremble. In that vast and turbulent era of cultivation, our ancestors, with their astounding talent, secured a position for the Li Family and passed it down to this day.”

Li Xiaoyao frowned secretly. He heard something in Li Zhan’s voice that raised a question.

He said these were the most outstanding predecessors of the Li Family.

Could it be that the ancestors on these Spirit Tablets were not each successive Clan Leader of the Li Family?

He harbored doubts, but it was not an occasion to voice such questions.

“To the ancestral ritual!”

Without any superfluous words, Li Zhan spoke in a deep tone, stepped back half a pace, and his gaze fell on the three men.

Fortunately, Li Chaotian had previously briefed them on the ritual’s etiquette; otherwise, they really wouldn’t know what to do at this moment.

Li Longxiang took the lead toward the hall, where a row of offerings and incense candles lay beneath the Spirit Tablets.

Li Longxiang extended his left hand and, with his right, grasped a dagger, slicing a gash across his palm without hesitation.

Blood flowed from his palm like water from a spring, spilling onto the ground.

The floor was made of solid slate, upon which there seemed to be a Formation etched. As the blood touched it, the Formation began to activate.

An ancient and magnificent aura slowly emanated from the slate.