Chapter 309: Aftermath and Petty Matters

Other mother-daughter reunions might involve a long, tearful outpouring.

But Mao Sanmei and Tang Tang won't—after all, neither of them can speak.

One only knows how to sob quietly, her cries so faint she seems afraid of disturbing others.

The other merely grins dumbly, showing not a trace of sorrow.

Yet from time to time she lets out short sounds like "Ooh~," "Mmm~," "hanhan~," or "huhuh~."

"Om, Triratna Gata Svaha!" Fo Budu's face twisted in anguish as he clasped his hands and chanted.

She had no choice but to throw a wild tantrum; her screams echoed for half a li—until Chang Li, tired of her noise, climbed a tree to pick persimmons, and that's when trouble struck.

"No, I think you just haven't met your wife yet," Fied offered kindly, knowing Patrick must suffer over his nose—even though the man was much older, Fied could still understand such pain.

The coffin, previously still, suddenly erupted with a deafening crash; the lid shot off, and out leapt a male zombie.

Impressive, truly impressive. Just a few words turned Guo Qu's hesitation into heartache and pity—and spurred him to act.

"I have a contract with Count Edrida of Dumu City, so…" Fied gave a vague excuse to Barns, when suddenly a commotion rose from the center of the estate, drawing both Fied and Barns' attention.

Especially Yao Yao—her eyes were bloodshot from the rising stench of blood. As time passed, more and more died, more and more replaced them; Chang Li and Yao Yao even recognized many familiar faces.

But cultivators are different: once caught by the Criminal Division, even if not sentenced to death, they rarely survive to return. This alone kept many cultivators from daring to commit crimes in public.

"A strong one from Tianxing Sect has arrived. For now, avoid being seen—lest he notice your anomaly!" The black robe floated midair, insubstantial as if no one dwelled within, yet a voice emanated from it.

This subject is always the school's biggest headache: few students enroll, and each year the school must redistribute applicants just to scrape together a handful—still not enough to fill a class.

Of course, the two elders' presence genuinely gave Di Shuxin a sense of safety—they protected not only her but the entire Liubo City.

"Didn't I say I'm not angry? Just don't do it again," Zhou Yu said, looking at Di Shuxin strangely.

Xiao Wuxie clearly felt a mysterious space appear in his shenting, where a nine-story tower stood tall—ancient, majestic, elegant, shimmering with purple light, radiating sacred purity and overwhelming divine might.

But if struck by such a magic artifact, the pain would be extreme—even possibly splitting the soul.

"Uncles and elders, I'm fine. I just want to remind everyone: our Lin Clan stands at a critical moment. The clan chief is missing, and the senior elder is wounded. I, Lin Tianxuan, ask all our senior clan members to unite and stand together against our enemies." Lin Tianxuan finished, then rose and bowed deeply to the elders.

"Still chattering as death draws near." Li Yunchen split two purple beams from the Zi Jin Gourd, cleanly severing Shan Ming's legs.

Gou's voice turned shrill in an instant: "It's fake—no spiritual energy!" He laughed strangely, picked up the talisman-sword, and flicked it.

"Does this Grand Master refuse to let this go?!" The Nascent Soul Grand Master, hearing her words, felt certain the other Nascent Soul Grand Master believed victory assured and would not stop until all five Nascent Soul Grand Masters lay dead here.