Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

Chapter 22: People fell to their Knees!!

The man went on sharing his thoughts about the ceremony as he kept on drinking, unaware that a cloaked figure was passing nearby.

The curves of the figure hidden under the cloak suggested it was a female. She turned to the guard who followed behind her in the shadows and spoke with a cold tone

" Make him disappear. Since he shows no fear in speaking against me, he must face the consequences."

The figure entered the abandoned alleyway and stopped in front of another cloaked figure.

Lifting her own cloak slightly, she revealed her face to the person before her.

Without uttering a word, she swiftly slapped the individual, causing their hood to fall back and exposing the identity of the maid from the Long family.

"What did I tell you about no failures? Not only did he not die, but he also recovered as if nothing had happened. Do you comprehend the potency of that poison? Did you even feed it to him properly? Did you give him some Immortal herb instead?"

The woman's voice was laced with coldness and Anger.

Trembling slightly, the maid lowered her head and spoke in a panicked voice,

"I-I fed the full dose of the poison to him by my own hands, but I don't understand what happened. Somehow he was able to stand up and walk. But don't worry, Miss Xiao. I've heard that he has been expelled from the family. The patriarch granted him a three-month grace period, after which he will be forced to leave the family mansion."

The words of the maid filled Xiao Mei with elation, her eyes gleaming with a sense of satisfaction. There was a trace of ruthlessness that flashed through her eyes.

"That's good. Once he is out of the family, we can easily eliminate him. Keep a close watch on him and report every single move he makes, using the talisman. Now leave before someone becomes suspicious of you."

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Hearing the cold tone in the girl's voice, the maid trembled slightly but quickly bowed in acknowledgment before hurrying back to the clan.

After giving her orders, Xiao Mei covered her head with the cloak and turned to leave. Just before she could step into the waiting carriage, she looked up towards the sky, sensing an unexpected shift in the weather.

To her bewilderment, the original sunny day transformed at an astonishing speed to a cloudy and climatic weather ominously.

Although sudden change in weather was not strange in the cultivation world, what worried her was how quick the weather was changing. Under her increasingly shocked eyes the area in which the clouds were gathering kept on increasing.

The atmosphere had been tranquil and bright, with the sun casting its warm rays over the city, and people going about their daily routines without a care.

Everyone was looking at the sky with fear and worried expression.

What had been a clear and sunny atmosphere was now rapidly filling with ominous, dark clouds that gathered and coiled like an encroaching storm. The serene blue sky was swallowed up by the looming darkness, giving the scene an eerie, unsettling quality.

The sudden appearance of thunderclouds sent a shiver of unease through the hearts of the onlookers. The intensity of these clouds were something even the cultivators have never faced in their life.

They were scared of the reason behind this abrupt change.

Cultivators who spend years honing their skills and developing a connection with the world, were particularly sensitive to such changes.

There is a legend that once a strong cultivator goes through torrents of emotions their surrounding gets affected by that too.

Depending on how strong the person is, the area of effect also increases. The intensity of the destruction also increases.

The minds of the powerhouses in the city raced, each of them hoped that this abrupt shift was the result of natural forces rather than the wrath of some powerful cultivator.

'I just hope it is just a natural weather change not caused by a powerful cultivator, who would be foolish enough to anger them. I hope it's not one of us.'

This was the thought of every clan head as they looked in the sky.

As if replying to their inner dilemma. An intense aura filled with gloominess, sadness, pain, and agony swept outward from the heart of Primal Dawn City, extending its reach for hundreds of kilometers.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sky waiting for what fate awaited them. People silently prayed for their safety.

These emotions were so intense that it caused the people to experience hallucinations of their worst moments. The time they did the most horrible deeds in their life and the time they caused others to despair.

Memories of their deepest sorrows and regrets came rushing to their minds, causing tears to stream down their faces. One after another people started kneeling on their knees and screamed in pain.

Thunder started roaring in the clouds, rain began to fall, but it wasn't a typical rain; it was a manifestation of the sorrow that had gripped the area.

Each drop seemed to carry with it the weight of countless tears, as if the very heavens were weeping, showing its sympathy for someone.

Inside a simple looking room two figures stood in silence, one was a boy and the other was a woman.

The woman's gaze, devoid of emotion, locked onto the form of the young man—more accurately, the consciousness within her son's body.

The air around him crackled with a heavy and oppressive killing intent, emanating from her with an intensity that seemed to drip into the very atmosphere.

With an eerie calmness, she extended her hand, fingers outstretched, and moved with startling speed. Qi wrapped around her fingers manifested in the form of a sword.

Her advance was swift, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

The atmosphere seemed to slow down as this life-and-death moment unfolded.

It was like the world itself held its breath. The air grew heavy, and a sense of foreboding settled upon the surroundings.

The space between her hand and the boy's chest seemed to hold an intangible tension.