The Princess to Eight Uncles Chapter 897

Chapter 897 Unchanging Stubbornness

Josh couldn’t care less about the Parent Committee’s nonsense. It didn’t matter, Granny would handle it. His focus was on when they could go ghost hunting.

During lunchtime, when all the kids had returned, Josh asked, “Lilly, when are we going to catch ghosts?”

Lilly thought for a moment and replied, “After we finish our homework.”

Josh fell silent. He knew Lilly usually finished her homework at school, so what homework was she talking about?

Lilly clarified, “It’s not mortal world homework.”

Josh became intrigued and exclaimed, “What kind of homework? I want to learn too!”

Lilly hesitated and said, “Josh, you won’t be able to learn this.”

Josh was not willing to accept that. Was there anything in this world that he couldn’t learn? Just because he didn’t like humanities didn’t mean he wasn’t good at them. He could easily score 110 out of 120 in Languages!

“Tell me! What kind of homework is it?” Josh persisted.

Lilly explained, “It’s an assignment on underworld cultivation. First, we need to extract spirit energy in the Hell Ruler Palace.”

“Spirit energy comes from the eerie fog beneath the Abyss of Ghosts. Inside the eerie fog, there are traces of spirit energy, the lingering attachments of woeful ghosts, and more. But let’s skip that part because the Hell Ruler Palace helps purify it for us!”

(Hell Ruler Palace: Quick, praise me!)

Josh was confused. So, there was chemistry and purification in the underworld too? How did they purify it?

Lilly continued, “Well, first, we have to swallow all the eerie fog and spirit energy, and then release the useless gas like a fart. That way, we obtain pure spirit energy!”

Josh fell silent.

Drake, Zachary, and Blake fell silent too.

Drake, with a cool expression on his face, secretly made a mental note, saying, “Go on.”

Lilly continued, “Ah?” She wasn’t sure what more to say.

Could they even understand it? And even if they did, would they be able to cultivate?

Sigh…

“Spirit energy is what we use to upgrade in the underworld. We absorb the spirit energy into our bodies, let it circulate through our meridians and limbs, and finally gather it all in our belly!”

“When our bellies are full, that’s when we upgrade!”

Lilly happily patted her stomach and declared, “That’s all!”

Josh fell silent.

Drake fell silent.

Blake fell silent.

Zachary fell silent.

They could understand every word individually, but when combined, it made no sense to them.

Josh realized it must be because he hadn’t caught enough ghosts!

Lilly wasn’t this good before. It was only after catching more ghosts that she gradually improved!

As the only person in the Crawford family who could see ghosts with his naked eye, he was determined to rise! (The occasional sighting with other people didn’t count! There’s no way to avoid encountering ghosts when you’re so close to the ghost realm… and it doesn’t count if Uncle Blake uses the black hand rope to see them.)

“Lilly, after you finish your underworld homework, take me ghost hunting, okay?” Josh looked at Lilly eagerly and shook her hand.

Drake sneered, “Is it appropriate for an older brother to act cute with his younger sister? Have some dignity.”

Josh retorted, “Mind your own business!”

Drake turned and walked away.

During the lunch break, the other kids went for a nap, while Lilly sat cross-legged on her bed in her room.

She raised her hand and took a deep breath.

Polly provided the sound effects, “Hoo~ Let the energy sink into the elixir field~”

Lilly lowered her hand and formed a hand seal, resting them on her knees.

Polly continued providing the sound effects, “Hoo~ Let the energy resonate to the crown~”

“Starting stance – open the left foot, raise both arms forward – bend the knees and press the palms…”

“Left and right, wild horses parting the mane… hands embracing the ball…”

Lilly interrupted, “Shut up!”

Polly complied, “Alright, Lilly, I’ll be quiet, Lilly!”

Lilly fell silent.

No wonder Pablo preferred to return to the jar of souls and practice hanging on the tree rather than staying outside.

This was a bird that even Pablo was afraid of.

However, Lilly quickly immersed herself in the practice, unable to hear Polly’s chatter anymore.

It wasn’t until right before the afternoon classes that she opened her eyes. Although she hadn’t taken a nap, she felt more refreshed than her brothers.

Hannah, still half-asleep, murmured, “I had just fallen asleep, dreaming about doing homework, and then I got startled awake. Goodness, scared me out of my sleep.”

Josh helped Lilly with her backpack and said, “That’s great, you don’t even need an alarm clock.”

Hannah replied, “Hey, put it down. Didn’t I say I’ll carry Lilly’s backpack today?”

Lilly swung her small backpack and wore it on her back.

She chuckled and said, “Josh, Hannah, I don’t need your help with my backpack! I can do it myself!”

The backpack was filled with books for class, but to her, it was really nothing!

If she wanted to, she could carry one with her left hand, one with her right hand, and even wear one on her back. She could take all of them to school.

Josh felt a tinge of sadness, thinking about how Alban not only carried Tia’s backpack but also carried her in his arms.

He always felt like he was losing.

The children went to school carefree and happy.

At the school gate, they saw Peter’s mom anxiously waiting outside.

Aside from her, there were a few other familiar parents…

Peter was angrily saying, “Is it my fault again? You ask me to apologize for everything. Can’t you learn from Lilly’s parents?”

“My face is bleeding, but you don’t care about me. You’re not my mom!”

The little boy, holding his backpack, ran into the school.

As it turned out, when Peter’s mom dropped him off at school, he had a playful fight with a classmate. Peter kept calling the other kid a big black pig, a black mud pig.

It was extremely offensive, and the other kid’s parents and the child got angry immediately.

The boy who was called a big black pig got so mad that he flipped Peter to the ground, sat on top of him, and started hitting him wildly. Peter was screaming and bleeding from his mouth, with scratches all over his face.

Ms. Montague was no longer there to stand up and say, “It’s just a nickname, it’s wrong to hit someone.”

Peter’s parents were distressed. They had already apologized, and they had pressured Peter to apologize as well, but the other child’s parent was still very angry.

It seemed a bit unreasonable… Children’s words were innocent and naive. It was understandable if kids took it seriously, but should adults take it so seriously too?

Josh and the others stopped not far away, staring at the malignant spirit floating above Peter’s mom’s head, a bootlicker.