One Emperor and Eight Kings

The number of people returning home had doubled. Fox Two was delighted, but also a little depressed.

She was delighted that her godson and goddaughter-in-law had not treated her as an outsider, sharing her troubles and traveling thousands of miles to protect her. She was depressed that her escape plan had failed, turning a sure victory into a laughingstock.

Fox Two had never been one to take a loss. Revenge never waited overnight, so she immediately retaliated against the culprit.

Fox Three.

What could she do? He was her biological son, after all!

Poor Fox Three was knocked out by the Charm Technique. In a daze, he dreamed of wearing the Yellow Robe, only for the imperial guards with swords at their waists to become assassins with swords in hand.

After a miserable scream, Fox Three jolted awake. In his dream, he had been disemboweled; after waking, his skull hurt.

Fox Two withdrew her fist and walked toward the Grand Tutor with a half-smile. She raised a hand, caught a handful of wind, sniffed it, and said, "How strange. The Grand Tutor has such a strong fishy smell on her. These past few days... Don't go! I haven't finished speaking yet!"

The Grand Tutor could not be bothered to explain herself to Fox Two. A mere Tribulation Stage minor demon understood nothing about cultivation.

This was what cultivating immortality was like.

The Grand Tutor knew she had fallen. It was not only her body that was filthy—even her heart was dirty. But she was now a Mahayana Stage cultivator, with both the qualifications and the confidence to look down on Fox Two.

Fox Three rubbed the back of his head and took three steps for every two of Lu Bei's, following beside him. "Why did the Grand Tutor come too?