My Sassy ‘Crown Princess’

Cheng Mobai walked in and asked, “Mo Fei, Yiyi, what are you talking about?”

Mo Yi threw him a look, “Something about the ancient tomb. Senior Cheng, are you about to set out?”

Cheng Mobai nodded, “Yes! Tomorrow.”

“The young master said he has some kind of bad presentiment. I think you’d better not go.” Mo Yi thought a bit and said so.

Mo Yi always trusted Mo Fei unconditionally. After all, Mo Yi had witnessed so many unbelievable things about Mo Fei since he met him.

Cheng Mobai helplessly turned a white eye, “Come on. How can we not go? I have already told everyone.”

Mo Fei looked at Cheng Mobai, “Shifu, better safe than never.”

Cheng Mobai said disapprovingly, “Don’t worry. My disciple, your shifu I know what I am doing. I’ll only be at the outskirts. I won’t go deep.”

Mo Fei looked at the appearance of Cheng Mobai and nodded, “Then be careful, shifu. As long as you notice something weird, quickly back out.”

Cheng Mobai nodded, “I know. My disciple, after giving birth, you become garrulous. As a man, you shouldn’t be like that. As the saying goes, how can one obtain tiger-cubs without entering the tiger’s lair? Afraid of this and that, you are really not like my disciple now.”

Mo Fei rolled his eyes. Chen Mobai you idiot! I am all for your good! I shouldn’t have been so worried about you!

Cheng Mobai patted Mo Fei on his shoulder, “My disciple, rest assured, your shifu I am not that weak.”

Mo Fei nodded, “OK, I know.”

Wang Weixing looked at Mo Fei, “This time, we got nearly twenty heavenly class masters, both from the decent sects and evil sects. We’ll be OK.”

Hearing Wang Weixing’s words, Mo Fei nodded and said with relief, “Then I feel relieved!”

Inside the Ancient Tomb

Cheng Mobai and Wang Weixing were circling around a three-colored chicken puppet.

That three-colored chicken puppet was not quite powerful, only at earth class, but that thing had a special ability—flash move.

Having been trying hard for long, they still couldn’t catch it.

Cheng Mobai got mad and jumped up and down, while Wang Weixing also looked anxious.

“Elder Chen, elder Wang, there seems to be some great discovery ahead. Do you want to go and have a look?” An earth class master asked. That guy was from Huatian Sect, an old acquaintance of Cheng Mobai and Wang Weixing.

Wang Weixing shook his head and said, “No, wait until I catch this three-colored chicken first.”

“Senior Wang, that’s a medicinal herbs garden in front of you, much more valuable than a three-colored silly chicken.” That person disapproved.

Wang Weixing said disapprovingly, “There are already so many people in front of us. It’s already too late to go in now.”

“Holy Pond Golden Lotus, it’s the Holy Pond Golden Lotus!”

In the secret realm came a burst of excited shouts, Wang Weixing’s eyelids jumped without his control.

“Holy Pond Golden Lotus, that is a good thing!” Cheng Mobai was kind of attracted.

Wang Weixing nodded, “Yeah!”

Rumor has it that the Holy Pond Golden Lotus could help human grow flesh and bones and bring one back to life. Although that was kind of exaggerating, its function was really astonishing. As long as one still hang in there with the last breath, it could save people. And eating the Holy Pond Golden Lotus raw could help one make breakthrough and extend one’s life for five hundred years.

Cheng Mobai narrowed his eyes, “Shall we go take a look?”

Wang Weixing couldn’t help feeling a bit interested. Although they were here for the puppets, for such precious thing, it was impossible he wasn’t interested.

“There are a lot of heavenly masters in that place. I don’t know if there’s still time before we get there.” Wang Weixing said.

As Wang Weixing was hesitating, an explosion suddenly sounded.

Countless mournful and shrill screams came into their ears, Wang Weixing and Cheng Mobai’s hearts had a thump at the same time.

“What was that?” Wang Weixing looked at the direction of the medicinal garden, his face turning gloomy.

Cheng Mobai blinked his eyes and said, “Not a clue!”

“Come on, let’s get out of here, I remember it. It’s soul-killing poisonous potion. It spreads in the wind. Anyone who takes a smell of it will die.” Wang Weixing looked pale.

Wang Weixing and Cheng Mobai flew out of the tomb. Behind them, an earthly class master gave shrill cried and then turned into a smudge of meat and blood.

Cheng Mo Bai glimpsed this scene, heart suddenly sunk.

“I should have listened to Mo Fei.” Cheng Mobai said.

Wang Weixing helpless said, “Isn’t it too late to say that now? Hurry out. Get out of here first.”

Cheng Mobai nodded, “Yeah, you are right.”

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