Chapter 403: Yaoji Finally Resurrected, Yang Jian and Yang Chan Weep with Joy

Yang Jian watched Chenxiang lead the Succubus away like leading a dog and knew that must have been Tang An's idea.

"Master, just letting Chenxiang go alone, will the Succubus..."

"It won't." Since Tang An did that, she definitely had her own considerations. "Rest assured, the entire barrier is under the shroud of the World-Extinguishing Black Lotus."

"That Succubus has its soul locked and cannot use Demonic Qi, so it cannot enter Chenxiang's body."

"Of course, if it is very smart and cunning and can coax Chenxiang into letting it go, then that just shows it is very suitable for teaching Chenxiang a lesson."

"Don't worry, little Chenxiang grew up in love, has no heart demons, and is very difficult to control. At most, he fears me the most; letting it overcome fear in an illusion is also quite good."

Anyway, no matter what, that Succubus was a proper tool demon.

And as for the Succubus, it didn't have as much ability as Tang An said. After all, little Chenxiang had suffered so many losses from Tang An that no matter how the Succubus bewitched him, he wouldn't fall for it.

A child keeping a True Immortal Realm Succubus firmly under control; there's no one else like that.

In the remaining days of the forty-nine days, the Succubus was dragged by little Chenxiang to dig river channels, dig water wells in the courtyard, and build a kitchen...

In short, it was so tired that it almost forgot it was a demon, almost thinking it was livestock.

"Hum~"

"Hum~"

"Hum~"

The Lotus Lantern rushed into mid-air, seven-colored light shining, and energy constantly spreading outward.

Tang An, Wukong, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Yang Chan all put down what they were doing and flew into mid-air.

Yaoji's body flew out from the Lotus Lantern and hovered above it.

She was exactly the same as the year she passed away.

She was wearing immortal clothes transformed by the power of the Goddess, white clothes fluttering, holy yet not lacking in heroic spirit.

"Mother?" Yang Chan called out with tears in her eyes.

Yaoji opened her eyes and looked at her two children, as well as her little grandson, also with tears in her eyes.

"Chan'er."

"Erlang."

"Little Chenxiang."

"Mother..." Yang Chan let go of Chenxiang and flew into Yaoji's arms.

She was finally no longer a remnant soul that could be seen but not touched; she was a person with temperature, who could speak, and could truly stay by their side.

Yang Jian could not hide his excitement and wept with joy.

"Mother."

He also flew to Yaoji's side; the dignified Judicial God revealed the joy and excitement of a child looking at his mother in his eyes.

"Child." Yaoji hugged her two children, reluctant to let go for a long time.

Yang Jian cried, his nose and tears mixed together; back then, he had watched his mother be burned to death before his eyes. Now...

Now he finally saw his mother again; it was no longer a luxury in a dream.

Little Chenxiang held Tang An's hand and did not go up to disturb them. He didn't understand why his mother and uncle were so happy yet crying so sadly.

"Godmother, Grandmother is resurrected, why are Uncle and Mother crying?"

Tang An wiped the tear stains off her face; she was inevitably infected by this atmosphere.

"Because they are weeping with joy; they are too happy."

"From now on, your mother also has a mother who loves her. Your uncle and mother are no longer children without a mother, understand?"

Chenxiang was ignorant and looked at Tang An, asking again: "Then Godmother, why are you crying?"

"Because..." Tang An choked up, "Because I miss my mother too."

"Then Godmother should go see her."

Tang An rubbed little Chenxiang's head, "Not everyone is lucky enough to see their mother."

"It just so happens that Godmother is the unfortunate one."

Chenxiang listened to her words thoughtfully, then looked at his grandmother.

"Then in the future, Chenxiang will also work hard, just like Godmother found my grandmother, to bring Godmother's mother back too."

Because of this sentence from Chenxiang, Tang An could no longer hold back her tears.

She squatted down and hugged Chenxiang tightly, "Thank you, little Chenxiang, thank you."

Little Chenxiang imitated Tang An's way of patting him and patted Tang An's back.

"Godmother, as long as you assign me less homework."

Tang An laughed through her tears and pinched his little ear, "That won't do."

Little Chenxiang puffed out his cheeks, turned his face away, and went to find his grandmother.

Don't look at him as just a four-year-old child; he could already skillfully ride the clouds and mist.

Seeing their family reunited, there must be a lot to say, so Tang An, along with Sun Wukong and Nezha, left quietly and returned to the bamboo house.

The Succubus was on the side making tea and pouring water, its movements becoming increasingly skillful.

"When will you go see..." Before Tang An finished speaking, she was interrupted by Nezha.

"Not going, taking you home." Nezha's tone was incomparably firm.

Tang An was surprised and then brought a hint of a smile, "Alright."

Sun Wukong really didn't want to sit between the two of them, so he simply sat on the window.

"You all seek your mothers; I, Old Sun, don't know what this obsession tastes like."

"That's fine, that's fine; without ties, without fear." Sun Wukong drank a mouthful of wine; what he was drinking was the Jade Nectar Tang An gave him.

Tang An envied Sun Wukong; if she were also born of heaven and earth, could she also have a heart as exquisite as his?

"Let's go to the Underworld tomorrow; after sending Susu to reincarnation, we'll return to the modern era."

"No need to call Yang Jian; let him stay with Long Princess Yaoji a while longer."

Nezha and Sun Wukong nodded one after another, having no objections.

"However, before going to the Underworld..." Before Tang An finished speaking, she turned her gaze to the Succubus.

"There are some things that still need you to spit out completely."

The Succubus was so frightened that it shivered; every time Tang An had a flash of inspiration, there was always a new way to torture it.

"Didn't you... already guess roughly?"

"You said it yourself, it was just a rough guess." Tang An snapped her fingers, and a Truth Bead appeared in front of the Succubus.

"I ask, you answer. If you answer off-topic, or try to confuse the issue, the outcome will be very miserable."

"If you lie, the Truth Bead will know. Then believe me, your outcome will be much more agonizing than death."

If it were at the beginning, the Succubus absolutely wouldn't believe she could have such means. But at this very moment, it was incomparably certain that Tang An could make it wish it were dead if she said she would.

It didn't speak, just kept nodding tremblingly.

Tang An asked: "How did you come to this world?"

"Dual Domain Passage."

"Where is the passage?"

"Lingshan."

"Who opened the passage?"

This sentence made the Succubus look up at Tang An; there was fear in its eyes.

Because if it said it, even if it escaped from Tang An, it would be dead upon returning.

"Not saying?" Tang An's face sank, and she glanced at Nezha.

Nezha nodded, summoned the Fire-Tipped Spear, knocked the Succubus out, and then drew a circle of fire around it.

The Extreme Yang Fire is naturally the nemesis of demons. If it weren't for the immortal and indestructible characteristics of the Outer Realm Demon Race, it would have long been burned to ashes by the Samadhi True Fire.

In the Samadhi True Fire, its demonic body constantly collapsed and reorganized. Collapsed, reorganized...

It screamed miserably, constantly begging for mercy.

Sometimes, who says death is scary? Not being able to die is the endless pain.

Only when Tang An raised her hand did Nezha withdraw the Samadhi True Fire.

"Speak? Or not speak?" ===== CHAPTER 404 =====