The Purple Mansion Saintess Should Be Just Like This~

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Fan Jianqiang: "(⊙o⊙)...?!"

The Divine Calculator: "..."

Dan Chengzi: "╰(*°▽°*)╯?!"

Lu Ming: "Uh."

Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining were trembling.

Just picked them up casually—tens of thousands of items?!

Tens of thousands of treasures, just picked them up casually? Where did you get them from? Did you rob a sect's Treasure Vault?!

The Divine Calculator couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, when we left, there shouldn't have been many treasures left in the coffin world, right? How come... there are still tens of thousands of items?"

"Yes, they're gone. These treasures belonged to cultivators from various sects. They threw them at me; I couldn't just refuse them, could I?"

Qi Zi·Fan looked somewhat helpless and spread his hands slightly. "They are just too enthusiastic! I can't help it."

There's nothing I can do about it.

Are they stupid or crazy? Why would they throw all their treasures at you for you to "pick up"?

The expressions on the faces of the six people at that moment were quite fascinating.

"Your Highness..."

Fan Jianqiang's lips twitched repeatedly. At this moment, he suddenly clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Well, I suddenly remembered that we have some important matters to attend to at Wine God Peak. Let's take our leave now."

"Junior brother, let's go."

Before Qi Zi·Fan respond, Fan Jianqiang pulled a bewildered Lu Ming away.

Forcibly dragging and pulling!

Dan the Fatty also felt his legs go weak. "Your Highness, I'm afraid this is going to be difficult to resolve. If it were just treasures found in that Burial Ground, that would be one thing, but the tens of thousands of treasures belonging to the disciples of various sects... once they escape, they certainly won't let this go easily."

The Divine Calculator nodded repeatedly.

Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining's expressions were also incredibly interesting.

They finally understood why Qi Zi·Fan had that expression when they said the disciples from various sects probably wouldn't chase them to the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

So... it turns out he was the one who stole all the magical artifacts!

Who wouldn't come?

Even if it's the Purple Mansion Holy Land, they should at least come and demand an explanation.

"What are you afraid of?"

Seeing their somewhat timid appearance, Qi Zi·Fan rolled his eyes. "Within the Purple Mansion Holy Land, do you think they would dare to make a move?"

"At most, they'll come knocking on our door to argue. What's there to be afraid of in a mere argument?!"

"Divine Calculator, you're an expert at using your silver tongue, are you afraid of them?"

"..."

The Divine Calculator's eyelids twitched. "Your Highness, this... the treasure is with you."

"Um... that seems to be the case." Qi Zi·Fan was slightly taken aback, then realized what was going on.

Yes, this treasure is with us...

What?!

He glared.

What should I do when those people come looking for trouble and demanding an explanation? Should I shut myself in and refuse to see them? Or should I just lie there and do nothing?

But no matter what you do, it doesn't seem right, does it? It's practically ruining my image!

Especially after our Saintess returned, she discovered her cough...

"But then again, what she did wasn't exactly dignified either, and she wanted to take care of everything. I was just carrying out her ideas, so it's not my fault, is it?"

"If you think about it that way, then I have a solution."

Qi Zi·Fan's eyes darted around, then she shook her head. "Let's go back first!"

She spoke, and the others didn't say anything more, but most of them looked worried and headed into the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

Qi Zi·Fan returned to Bright Moon Peak...

Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining also followed.

The Divine Calculator and Dan Chengzi each went back to their own homes and to their own mothers.

Everything seemed to have calmed down.

only...

Suddenly, a Giant Coffin, tens of feet long, appeared on the top of Bright Moon Peak.

Looking at the extremely conspicuous coffin, which resembled a mountain peak, Qi Zi·Fan shook his head and said, "This thing really is quite eye-catching."

"Thank goodness it can shrink, otherwise, with its original size, tsk..."

Time passes.

Everything seemed to have calmed down.

However, as more and more Purple Mansion Disciple return and recount everything that happened in the Burial Ground...

Countless Purple Mansion Disciple were dumbfounded.

"What?!"

"You're saying that Her Your Highness Saintess and her people bought up all the treasures?!"

"Ah???"

"The Saintess also took away the treasures of tens of thousands of cultivators from various sects? How is that possible!"

"Nonsense! Do you think cultivators are made of paper? That their magical treasures can be taken away so easily? If it were just one or two people, that would be one thing, but the treasures of tens of thousands of people being taken away? Is that even possible?!"

"Your Highness's behavior... seems somewhat out of character!"

"..."

Many disciples believed in him.

There are even more disciples who do not believe.

Meanwhile, many people have noticed a problem: Saintess Qi Zixiao's behavior this time is somewhat different from her usual aloof personality!

"What exactly caused such a drastic change in His Highness's personality?"

"These changes... aren't all bad things, are they?"

Inside the Purple Mansion Palace, amidst the heated discussions among the disciples...

Crackling sounds!

The mahjong battle between Mo Daolin, Xiao Zhan, Zizhu, and Su Muxue has not stopped... However, they occasionally switch to playing Fight the Landlord) for a few rounds.

Nowadays, there are more and more mobile games available to the public, including not only several types of Mahjong, but also games like Fight the Landlord Gomoku.

However, the Purple Mansion Disciple were not particularly interested in Gomoku in a Row).

Fight the Landlord (a popular Chinese card game) is quite popular...

Boom!

Sudden.

The door was violently pushed open, and the disheveled Jiu Wu burst in, his eyes widening in shock. "Well, well! So that's why we haven't seen you guys lately... you know...?"

"You've been playing all along?!"

"So what?" Zizhu and Jiu Wu didn't get along, and Zizhu was the first to exchange a sidelong glance. "Is it not allowed?"

"You old man Zizhu, who was it that blatantly and confidently declared that mahjong was the root of all evil? Now you're addicted to this frivolous pastime and have no ambition whatsoever?!"

"Who says this Old Taoist is unambitious? I have already comprehended the Great Dao and taken it a step further. How could someone like you, who is so obsessed with trivial matters, possibly understand this?"

Purple Bamboo True Person remained calm and spoke eloquently.

"I don't believe you!"

Jiu Wu curled his lip and said, "Quick, move aside, I'll do it!"

"On what grounds?"

"Are you going to let me pass or not?!"

"I won't allow it!"

"Hey? I'm saying, do you want to start a fight...?"

The two immediately rolled up their sleeves, looking ready to fight at the slightest provocation. Seeing this, Su Muxue slammed her hand on the table and said, "Shut up, both of you!"

"We're playing mahjong, what's all the noise about?!"

"Jiu Wu, are you even okay? If you're not, then shut up!"

"..."

Jiu Wu was taken aback, then slapped his forehead. "There really is something! I almost forgot. It's all your fault for playing mahjong!"

The four men said, "... What does our mahjong game have to do with you?"

Jiu Wu: "... I'm an old man, I..."

"Never mind."

Well!

He sighed heavily, "I'd rather play with Qiqi. All you people can do is play mahjong for amusement."

Mo Daolin glared at him immediately. "Shut up!"

Snap!

The mahjong tiles in Xiao Zhan's hand exploded.

Purple Bamboo True Person remained silent, but the smile on his face had completely vanished.

Even Su Muxue rolled her eyes. "Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say."

"Hey, didn't you guys know?" Jiu Wu didn't delay any longer. "Zi Xiao and the others are back."

"I know, so what?"

Mo Daolin remained as cool as ever, his expression indifferent and unconcerned.

"Are you out of your mind, you old codger?" Purple Bamboo True Person sneered. "They've all returned safely with minimal damage. What's there to say about that?"

"Whether they have obtained the opportunity or not, it is their own fate. Are we, as their elders, supposed to go and welcome these disciples back with gongs and drums?"

"What's it to you? Your people from Purple Bamboo Peak haven't returned yet!"

Jiu Wu, not to be outdone, immediately retorted, "Senior brother, you know about this, yet you remain so calm?"

"Aren't you afraid that those sects and the like will join forces to put pressure on Zixiao, or even on our Zifu?"

"???"

Mo Daolin taken aback. "Why?"

Why?

Jiu Wu clicked his tongue and said, "This time, Zi Xiao stole the magic treasures of tens of thousands of people. Those weren't unclaimed items from the secret realm, but treasures belonging to cultivators from other sects!"

"Do you think they might come to our door demanding or putting pressure on us?"

Mo Daolin was taken aback, then exclaimed in surprise, "Is that so?!"

Purple Bamboo True Person's expression changed slightly. "Drunkard, don't talk nonsense."

Xiao Zhan tugged at his beard, and before he knew it, he had plucked out several hairs.

After her initial surprise, Su Muxue smiled brightly, "As expected of the Purple Mansion Saintess, that's how it should be. Back in the day, I..."

"Stop."

Mo Daolin out to stop Su Muxue from speaking, utterly speechless.

Back then?

Don't you have any idea what you were like back then?

Wherever she goes, she gets called Demoness or something.

It's only because you're strong that you've been beaten up countless times, right?

Mo Daolin couldn't possibly say all that in a short time. At this moment, he was utterly speechless and looked at Jiu Wu: "Is this really true?"

"How could this be false? Why don't you ask Zixiao yourself!"

Jiu Wu patted his chest. "Would I, Jiu Wu, lie to you?"

"If you ask me, Zixiao is truly amazing. She has the same flair as Senior Sister Su back in the day. This is how the Purple Mansion Saintess should be..."

"I am invincible among my peers, so what if they are Holy Land Disciple? So what if my treasures were stolen? So what if they were stolen!"

"It's their own fault for not being skilled enough and lacking in expertise!"

"In my opinion, this time we should stand up for Zixiao and drive out every single one of those who come to demand treasures or explanations!"

"I'll take responsibility for this!"

Su Muxue stood up excitedly, abandoning her mahjong game. "There absolutely won't be any problems..."

"I'll help too." Jiu Wu was always eager to stir up trouble.

"Sit down!"

Mo Daolin opened his mouth to rebuke, his face turning completely green!

I was heartbroken.

How did this happen when everything was perfectly fine?

Especially Zixiao, what a good child she used to be! Well-behaved and adorable, just like my own daughter, but now... how come she's becoming more and more like Su Muxue?

Could it be that she's been secretly tutoring Zixiao all along?!

This is absolutely outrageous!

Mo Daolin's heart aches terribly...

What a sweet and loving daughter! How did she suddenly turn into Black-Hearted Little Cotton-padded Jacket?!

What exactly happened?!

Ah?!

What on earth happened?!

Mo Daolin was depressed.