Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol 1 By Mo Xiang Tong Xiu-pdfread.net

as his doing. After all, the spirit-attraction flag was Wei Wuxian’s invention,
so he’d hit the mark out of pure luck.
Madam Mo was perfectly aware of her son’s little flaws, but she would
never admit Mo Ziyuan had caused his own death. Anxious and aggravated,
she picked up a teacup and hurled it at Wei Wuxian’s face.
“If you hadn’t made a scene and framed him in front of so many people
yesterday, would he have gone out in the middle of the night?! It’s all your
fault, you bastard!!”
Wei Wuxian was already prepared and sidestepped to dodge the attack.
Madam Mo then screamed at Lan Sizhui.
“AND YOU! You bunch of useless fools!! What cultivators are you,
what evil can you exorcise?! You can’t even protect a child! A-Yuan is so
young!!”
Those youths were still green and only had so much experience under
their belt. They hadn’t detected anything unusual in this area, which was why
they’d never thought there’d be such a ferocious evil. At first, they’d been
quite sorry because they felt themselves lacking, but after Madam Mo’s
indiscriminate tongue-lashing, they were growing upset. After all, they came
from a distinguished clan. No one had ever dared treat them this way. The
teachings of the Lan Clan of Gusu were extremely strict: they forbade raising
a hand against normal folk, and not even rudeness was allowed. Even though
they were irritated, they had to force it down, causing dark expressions to
cloud their faces.
Wei Wuxian couldn’t take it anymore. He thought, After so many
years, the Lan Family still acts this way. What’s the use of all that selfrestraint
unless you’re looking to suffocate yourselves? Watch me!
He spat loudly. “Who do you think you’re yelling at? Do you really
take them to be your servants? They came all this way to exorcise evil for
free, and now they owe you? How old is your son again? At least seventeen,
right? A ‘child’ still? How old do you have to be to understand human
words? Did they not instruct us again and again yesterday not to go near the
west courtyard, not to touch anything in the formation? Your son snuck out in
the middle of the night to dally about—is that my fault? Or is it his fault?”
Lan Jingyi and the others let out a breath, no longer looking as upset.