The little fatty pinched Ma Ta’s cheek a good few times. “Does it hurt? Do you hurt?”
“F*ck! Let me pinch you and see if you hurt!” Ma Ta recovered his wits from the shock and pinched the little fatty back.
“Duanmu, I’m not freakin’ dreaming right?” Zhou Danjin furtively pinched his own thigh, after which he widened his eyes.
This student, this student was going to… fly up to the skies!
After recovering their wits with great difficulty, they once again got engulfed by this petrifying news that “Qiao Mu possessed a secret realm.”
“Wow! There are so many yummy things to eat here!”
Everyone: …
This friggin’ child just had to ruin the mood. Everybody had originally still been intoxicated by the grandeur, but Qi Xuanxuan’s hollers had chased all their emotional sentiments away.
Yang Xirong turned stiffly toward Qiao Mu. “My Qiaoqiao, is what I am seeing real?”
“It’s real!” Qiao Mu nodded. She grasped Yang Xirong’s hand and put it on a peach tree. “Second Aunt-Master, do you sense its vitality?”
/I-I do!/ Yang Xirong was both excited and emotional, but she was more joyful than anything else. She pulled this child into her embrace at once and patted her back fervently. “You child, Aunt-Master had been worried about you the whole time, yet I didn’t expect, I didn’t expect…”
With this secret realm in hand, what did Qiaoqiao have to fear? Even if she encountered a strong enemy, she would at least have a place to hide.
Her Xiao Qiao had encountered such a fortuitous opportunity. No wonder her cultivation had increased so rapidly.
Was there still a need to look for that d*mn spiritual domain on that whatever Blinsheet Island!
Their Xiao Qiaoqiao’s grotto-heaven was an all-natural spiritual domain.
“Second Aunt-Master, let me bring you all to a place, okay?”
“Okay. Okay, okay.” Yang Xirong nodded continuously as she teared up from joy.
Her Qiaoqiao had such profound good fortune. Master would definitely laugh out loud if she knew that Qiaoqiao was a child with such a grand destiny.
“Follow me.” Qiao Mu held Yang Xirong’s hand, and with a single thought, she transported all the senior sisters from the Holy Water Sect to the paradise slope that was strewn with peach blossoms.
The paradise slope faced the peach blossom forest and was encircled by a trickling jade stream.
A pleasing fragrance wafted from the multitude of flowers and grasses covering the slope.
There was a solitary grave, and a coffin sealed in ice.
Upon seeing this, the disciples couldn’t hold back their tears. They all lurched forward while sobbing and knelt down in front of the grave.
Feng Chen glanced toward the crown prince, not really understanding the situation.
However, the crown prince was standing far away beneath a peach tree. He gazed at Qiaoqiao’s feeble back with reluctant emotions.
At this point, Mo Lian felt his heart wringing in his chest.
He thought of how three years ago, this little fellow had collected the remains of her aunt-masters and senior sisters piece by piece. She must have spent an unimaginable amount of time creating this solitary grave.
It was as if that small figure had surfaced in his sight. He saw her piling dirt on the grave mound, getting lost in thought, silently tearing up, kowtowing, and then bawling bitterly.
His heart was in such anguish that it hurt.
*Crash!* The sound of a wine jug shattering pulled Mo Lian from his chaotic emotions.
He looked up and saw Yang Xirong and the two hundred Holy Water Sect disciples each toasting with a large bowl of wine.
This belated funeral was proceeding noiselessly in this solemn and grave atmosphere.
After everyone downed their wine, they heard Qiao Mu say faintly, “After getting drunk today, we will start out anew tomorrow. We will live up to the the sect’s hopes and recreate our future! We will definitely console your souls in heaven with the boundless glory we shall achieve.”
“I am here, so the sect is here!”
The little fatty pinched Ma Ta’s cheek a good few times. “Does it hurt? Do you hurt?”
“F*ck! Let me pinch you and see if you hurt!” Ma Ta recovered his wits from the shock and pinched the little fatty back.
“Duanmu, I’m not freakin’ dreaming right?” Zhou Danjin furtively pinched his own thigh, after which he widened his eyes.
This student, this student was going to… fly up to the skies!
After recovering their wits with great difficulty, they once again got engulfed by this petrifying news that “Qiao Mu possessed a secret realm.”
“Wow! There are so many yummy things to eat here!”
Everyone: …
This friggin’ child just had to ruin the mood. Everybody had originally still been intoxicated by the grandeur, but Qi Xuanxuan’s hollers had chased all their emotional sentiments away.
Yang Xirong turned stiffly toward Qiao Mu. “My Qiaoqiao, is what I am seeing real?”
“It’s real!” Qiao Mu nodded. She grasped Yang Xirong’s hand and put it on a peach tree. “Second Aunt-Master, do you sense its vitality?”
/I-I do!/ Yang Xirong was both excited and emotional, but she was more joyful than anything else. She pulled this child into her embrace at once and patted her back fervently. “You child, Aunt-Master had been worried about you the whole time, yet I didn’t expect, I didn’t expect…”
With this secret realm in hand, what did Qiaoqiao have to fear? Even if she encountered a strong enemy, she would at least have a place to hide.
Her Xiao Qiao had encountered such a fortuitous opportunity. No wonder her cultivation had increased so rapidly.
Was there still a need to look for that d*mn spiritual domain on that whatever Blinsheet Island!
Their Xiao Qiaoqiao’s grotto-heaven was an all-natural spiritual domain.
“Second Aunt-Master, let me bring you all to a place, okay?”
“Okay. Okay, okay.” Yang Xirong nodded continuously as she teared up from joy.
Her Qiaoqiao had such profound good fortune. Master would definitely laugh out loud if she knew that Qiaoqiao was a child with such a grand destiny.
“Follow me.” Qiao Mu held Yang Xirong’s hand, and with a single thought, she transported all the senior sisters from the Holy Water Sect to the paradise slope that was strewn with peach blossoms.
The paradise slope faced the peach blossom forest and was encircled by a trickling jade stream.
A pleasing fragrance wafted from the multitude of flowers and grasses covering the slope.
There was a solitary grave, and a coffin sealed in ice.
Upon seeing this, the disciples couldn’t hold back their tears. They all lurched forward while sobbing and knelt down in front of the grave.
Feng Chen glanced toward the crown prince, not really understanding the situation.
However, the crown prince was standing far away beneath a peach tree. He gazed at Qiaoqiao’s feeble back with reluctant emotions.
At this point, Mo Lian felt his heart wringing in his chest.
He thought of how three years ago, this little fellow had collected the remains of her aunt-masters and senior sisters piece by piece. She must have spent an unimaginable amount of time creating this solitary grave.
It was as if that small figure had surfaced in his sight. He saw her piling dirt on the grave mound, getting lost in thought, silently tearing up, kowtowing, and then bawling bitterly.
His heart was in such anguish that it hurt.
*Crash!* The sound of a wine jug shattering pulled Mo Lian from his chaotic emotions.
He looked up and saw Yang Xirong and the two hundred Holy Water Sect disciples each toasting with a large bowl of wine.
This belated funeral was proceeding noiselessly in this solemn and grave atmosphere.
After everyone downed their wine, they heard Qiao Mu say faintly, “After getting drunk today, we will start out anew tomorrow. We will live up to the the sect’s hopes and recreate our future! We will definitely console your souls in heaven with the boundless glory we shall achieve.”
“I am here, so the sect is here!”
