Half an hour later, Qiao Xuan and the other two escaped from the Netherworld covered in dust and dirt, their eyes filled with even more hatred. Damn Mo Qingcheng, why doesn't she just die?
Mo Qingcheng naturally had no idea about these things. Xuan Yuan, that scoundrel, had also contributed, so it wasn't unreasonable for him to earn a little money.
Xuan Yuanlin weighed the spirit stone in his hand, a playful smile appearing on his lips, and in the blink of an eye, he chased after the direction where Mo Qingcheng had disappeared...
"Huh..."
Some people ran out of the Netherworld first, trying to find the competition square from before, but it was completely bare and they couldn't see anything, including their own people who had come with them.
"What happened?"
"Who knows? We just came out, is the match already over?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"..."
Amidst the murmurs, everyone stood frozen in place, wondering what had happened.
One wave of confusion after another, leaving people unsure of what to do next.
Half an hour later, the guide, Long Qianqian, arrived late, left a sentence, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Everyone, the competition is cancelled this year. Go back to your own homes..."
What?
Are you kidding me?
Is the match going to be cancelled?
That won't do...
These past few years have been tough for the hermit family. They had hoped to win the competition, bring honor to the family, and acquire more cultivation resources, but things fizzled out.
wrong!
Suddenly realizing something, everyone's expressions grew even more grim.
Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, standing there, lost in thought.
"Sister Qingcheng, where are we going? Where are the elders?" Mo Qingchen felt uneasy. Could it be what she thought?
Mo Qingcheng shook her head: "Let's go back. It's probably related to the Netherworld..."
As the group embarked on their return journey, Xuan Yuanlin opened his mouth as if to speak but then hesitated, waiting for Mo Qingcheng to speak first. However, he was met with a cold wave of his hand.
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
I felt like I had been teased and then abandoned, and my heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Mo Qingcheng tossed some travel money to Mo Qingchen and the others, then vanished in the blink of an eye.
Mo Qingchen's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. Was Qingcheng so impatient because of Young Master Xuanyuan?
no!
"Chase!" Mo Qingchen winked at Mo Qingfeng and the other brother, intending to chase after Mo Qingcheng, but was firmly stopped by the two brothers.
"Young Master, you can't go. If we don't complete the task Miss Qingcheng gave us, how will we earn spirit stones in the future?" Mo Qingfeng remained calm and patiently persuaded Mo Qingchen not to act impulsively.
Mo Qingyue wanted to chime in, but Mo Qingfeng scoffed at her, so she reluctantly shut up. Fine, don't say anything then. You'll regret it someday…
Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story. Meanwhile, Mo Qingcheng, having quickly shaken off Mo Qingchen and his group, felt incredibly pleased and walked with a brisk pace. She finally found an inn at dusk, the last room available—a superior room—costing two mid-grade spirit stones per night.
What?
Why is it so expensive?
Mo Qingcheng felt a pang of heartache and wanted to ask if there were any shared dorm rooms. The shopkeeper gave her a strange look, as if he wanted to carve the words "idiot" onto Mo Qingcheng's forehead.
Mo Qingcheng laughed angrily, "You're the stupid one, your whole family is stupid."
Oh well, I'll just make do for one night. Next time I go out, I'll bring a tent...
Mo Qingcheng quickly washed up, ate something, set up an array, and then flashed into her spatial dimension. Her boss had been back for several days, and she hadn't had a chance to personally check on his injuries yet, so she was a little worried.
"Mother..."
"Mother, why did you take so long to come? Momo missed you so much..."
Several children rushed forward, showering her with concern. Mo Qingcheng felt a warmth in her heart and reached out to pat each of them on the head.
Cough cough... I'm used to it...
The last one was Shangguan Yichen. As the devil's claws attacked, the young boy suppressed the urge to run away and held on. The smile on his lips curled up briefly and then disappeared.
"Boss, give me your hand..."
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