The Strongest Abandoned Woman in Cultivation

August. Osmanthus fragrance drifted across Egret Isle. At dusk, as the rain clouds receded, the unwilling sun cast a faint afterglow across the land. The scent of osmanthus blossoms encircled the Mu Estate, their delicate yellow petals bejeweled with raindrops on every branch. A gentle breeze scattered the petals, sending them down in a gentle shower, glistening with rain. Seven or eight lively children, as energetic as newborn foals, played noisily on the stone arch bridge to the right of the estate’s gate. Suddenly, one of them spotted Yu Youwei, strolling slowly along the mossy path from the woods. In a moment, they rushed at her, forming a circle and shouting in unison, “Yu Youwei, your father is unknown!”

Sparrows on the branches scattered with a raucous clamor, but Yu Youwei paid them no heed. She simply closed her oil-paper umbrella and shook it lightly, sending droplets flying. The children blocking her way shrank aside, parting to let her pass. With unhurried grace, she continued along the stone path out of the woods.

“Get out of the Mu Estate!” the ringleader, her younger cousin, shouted. His animosity toward Yu Youwei was longstanding—ever since he’d bullied her at age three and been soundly beaten by his older brother. From then on, he sought every opportunity to make trouble for her, suffering repeated thrashings in return, and the feud only deepened. Her indifference only fueled his rage.

“When you’ve managed to kill your own father, then your brother, and finally succeeded your grandfather as clan head, you can say that to me.” Yu Youwei