Chapter 167 Cultivators Being Tortured

Chapter 167 Cultivators Being Tortured

"Who exactly is setting this trap to harm me, judge? Once I catch her, I will make sure she never gets reincarnated!"

Qingbao swung her little fist hard.

The black mist swept over Tang Chen.

Tang Chen was scratched and it hurt for a while.

The slight anger that rose in her heart was suppressed, and she could only wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

He smiled coldly, "I'm fine, it's not your fault."

That was a really hard hit.

If it hadn't been so sudden, Qingbao's cultivation level would have made it impossible for her to be injured.

Never mind, she's only three years old. If she says it wasn't intentional, then it wasn't intentional.

No one will hold a grudge against a child.

Qinghui, however, was not so clever. She stared intently at Qingbao, about to speak.

But Si He stopped him.

Si He said with a concerned expression,

"I'll find a doctor to take a look at you later. Qingbao is still so young. We've all been tricked by the female ghost, don't you think?"

The two injured people had no choice but to grit their teeth and say yes.

In the end, they didn't catch the female ghost; only the women were injured.

That night.

Everyone else slept well, except for them.

Qinghui was so angry she wanted to smash things. "As an immortal, when have I ever suffered such humiliation!"

She was a female cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, and mortals would respectfully call her a goddess.

In this small courtyard, he was beaten up like this by a female ghost and a child...

She was furious!

"You are now a mortal, so stay calm and don't lose your composure," Tang Chen said in a cool voice as she meditated and recuperated.

Perhaps it was just Qingbao testing the waters.

It's really not easy to become one of them.

We must get through this, no matter what.

"But this is only the first night, who knows what will happen in the future!" Just thinking about it made Qinghui feel so angry that she felt like she was going to get sick.

Tang Chen opened her eyes. "If you don't want to stay here, go back to Tianxian. Don't hold me back."

She could have done it all by herself, but that old bastard Qingxuan insisted on sending someone down to assist her.

It was said to be assistance.

Haha, more like surveillance.

The rift between them, master and disciple, was not so easily resolved; the other party did not trust her, and she did not trust the other party either.

Qinghui shut up. "I won't say anything more."

Deep down, however, he was still very unconvinced.

*

The night was dark.

The white-clad female ghost slowly floated behind Fu Tu and knelt down.

"Lord Futu, I have done as you said. Please, help me take revenge..."

Fu Tu turned around slowly and reached out to take her into his palm.

"Your name is Xinlian, right? Don't worry, the judge will never break his promise to you."

*

The next day.

It was still dark.

"Qinghui, Tangchen, get up and make breakfast."

Qinghui had barely closed her eyes when she was woken up to work, having not even had a full hour of sleep.

She was feeling sleepy and was cooking porridge in the kitchen.

Tang Chen didn't say a word, but started a fire, scooped water, and steamed a few side dishes.

After it was ready, Sihe invited them to eat together.

Qinghui had dark circles under her eyes. "Madam, I want to go back to sleep!"

She didn't ask for a discussion; she said yes.

Si He paused for a moment, then said, "Then go to sleep."

After Qinghui left, she looked at Tangchen.

Tang Chen calmly asked, "Madam, what are your orders?"

"Yesterday we only cleaned the main courtyard; the rest of the house is still very dirty. You can clean it up after we leave the palace."

Si He ate her porridge while speaking in a cold tone.

She was nowhere near as amiable as she had been yesterday.

Tang Chen sneered inwardly.

—The idea that they should treat each other like family and not stand on ceremony was exposed in just one night.

Human nature is indeed complex.

"This side dish is delicious. Have you made it before?" Si He asked.

Tang Chen hummed softly, "My parents used to like to eat..."

But now...

That's all.

Let's not talk about these things.

"Go wake Qingbao up," Sihe said.

Tang Chen brought hot water to Qing Bao's small room.

The little guy was still lying on the soft bed, his round bottom tucked in, fast asleep.

The bubbles in her nostrils grew larger and smaller with her sweet snores.

The scene was therapeutic.

Tang Chen looked at it for a while, and her expression softened.

This little judge is actually quite cute if he doesn't cause trouble.

"Miss, Madam wants you to get up and wash up. We're going to the palace soon."

Qingbao is great in every way, except she loves to stay in bed.

But she didn't see this as a flaw at all; instead, she proudly patted her chest and said, "I'm only three years old!"

No need to go to work or school, plenty of food and drink, what's wrong with sleeping more?

This is the perfect age for them to grow and develop.

Qingbao buried her face in the pillow, and the drool bubble popped with a soft humming sound.

Tang Chen had no choice but to go over and bring her up.

He skillfully wrung out a towel, wiped her face and hands, and then told her to rinse her mouth.

The junior judge actually did as instructed?

A hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

I turned my head and looked.

A pen lay quietly on the bed, its tip tinged with red.

Tang Chen narrowed her eyes slightly.

If she were to take the judge's pen while she was at it, Qingbao would be like a bird with a broken wing, losing all her ability to cause trouble...

She reached out and picked up the judge's pen from the bed.

At the same time, Qingbao turned her head.