Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

King Libra was cunning as he did not dodge the strike. As a ghost, it did not matter how many times he was split, as long as his soul remained intact, he could regenerate.

Anticipating that Lilly would be unable to dodge after the strike, King Libra allowed her to slash with the sword. And true to his expectations, Lilly found herself in front of King Libra, unable to retract her sword in time, as his palm struck her! Lilly's expression changed drastically, startled by the imminent danger. Before she could react, the palm struck her directly on the head! “Lilly!” The ghosts were shocked and could not help but shout, but they dared not intervene. This was the Palace of the Rule of Hell, and while Lilly could freely move in and out, they would only cause her trouble if they went in.

The palm landed on Lilly’s forehead, and King Libra reveled in his triumph. It had all been worth it—he had managed to withstand the sword and now this little creature would meet her end! However, in the next moment, a pen suddenly appeared and hovered above Lilly’s head, bursting into a brilliant golden light.

King Libra’s pupils contracted sharply! The golden light enveloped Lilly, allowing her to evade the blow entirely. Taking advantage of this momentum, she also deflected King Libra’s attack! “Woosh!” King Libra was sent flying by the rebound of his palm strike, crashing into the wall of the hall once again.

This was the second time he had inadvertently struck himself. The first time had resulted in Lilly activating a mechanism and leading him into the Palace of the Ruler of Hell.

The second time was when he was being knocked into the air, and Lilly seized the opportunity to escape from the Palace of the Ruler of Hell.

Soon, a man’s voice could be heard from outside, “Are you okay?” Lilly's voice responded, “I'm okay, Daddy!” The man’s voice reassured her, “That's good! We're done with today’s training, and you did an excellent job!” “Our objective for this training session was to dodge King Libra’s attacks, and you not only achieved that, but you also managed to strike him with your sword. You've surpassed today’s training objective!” Lilly's happiness was evident in her voice as she exclaimed, “Yay!” Blake, continued, “Next time, our goal will be to defeat him.” Lilly responded with an enthusiastic “Yeah!” Meanwhile, King Libra coughed up blood.

He could not hear the voices from outside until now, and suddenly hearing this conversation made it clear that it was to provoke him.

King Libra could feel his anger building up, and the once-esteemed ruler of the first palace had now fallen into this wretched state.

Reduced to being Lilly’s punching bag! To make matters worse, there was the mention of a next time! What was even more infuriating was that King Libra had to reluctantly admit that Lilly's strength had greatly increased. If she had only become slightly stronger, she would still be no match for him. However, she had reached a level where she could perfectly counter his attacks! While seething with anger, a hint of fear unknowingly crept into King Libra’s heart—a fear he was not even aware of.

Lilly's current power was already so formidable, and she would likely become even stronger than before as time went by.

Eventually, it would result in his demise...

King Libra was overwhelmed by a sense of despair, unable to see any hopeful future ahead of him.

Lilly was very hungry.

After the rigorous training, it was already afternoon, and Margaret had returned to the kitchen to prepare a meal.

With a pitiful expression, Lilly hurried to the kitchen and pleaded, “Margaret, I'm hungry...” Margaret looked at her affectionately and replied, “Just a little longer, Little Miss Crawford. The food will be ready soon!” Lilly nodded understandingly and said, “Okay! Then I'll take a shower!” With some time to spare, Lilly returned to her room and took out a purple soul flower. She also filled a bucket with water from the ice pond, but she was careful not to waste it as she was reluctant to use too much.

Although half a bucket of cold pool water did not seem like much, once she soaked in it, the water would rise to her neck. It was a perfect use of the water, and she wanted to make the most of it.

After washing up, Lilly immersed herself in the bucket and closed her eyes, recollecting the battle with King Libra.

She replayed each moment of the battle in her mind, analyzing every move.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Lilly’s exceptional memory was gradually returning.

The memories in her mind played out in slow motion, like a frame-by-frame animation.

Lilly could see how King Libra made his moves and calculated his strategies.

It turned out that she had been careless during the battle.

When she struck King Libra with her sword, she believed that she had dealt a successful blow and emerged victorious.

Little did she know that it was a deliberate ploy by King Libra to let her land the strike.

No wonder Daddy always said soldiers always lie.

She finally understood why.

Lilly immersed herself in this realization, relishing the feeling.

A faint light enveloped her entire body as the water surrounded her small figure. The injuries she had just sustained began to heal at a visible speed until she was completely unharmed, and she even sensed herself “leveling up”.

One of the ghosts in the jar of souls, the cowardly ghost, felt a change.

“Lilly’s growing stronger,” he whispered. “We need to work harder too...” On the sacred tree, Pablo's radiant light seemed to intensify even further.

The bridal ghost became suspicious and remarked, “Harem Spirit, it feels like my eyes are being dazzled. Master Belmont seems to be glowing brighter...” Blake had been waiting for Lilly for a while outside the bathroom, and Margaret had finished preparing the meal.

He called out in front of the bathroom door, “Lilly?” There was no response.

Blake's heart skipped a beat, worried that Lilly might have been seriously injured and unable to respond.

He forcefully pushed open the bathroom door, only to find Lilly huddled in the bathtub, immersed in the water...

She had her eyes closed as if she was meditating.

Blake was taken aback.

As the night grew darker, a green train rushed by on the railway tracks.

Something suddenly flew down and disappeared through one of the brightly lit train windows.

Aman could be seen cowering inside.

The next day, a railway patrolman, while yawning, conducted his routine inspection of the train tracks to ensure railway safety.

Suddenly, he noticed a black plastic bag next to the tracks, containing something...

“Hmm?” According to regulations, he was required to inspect and investigate any suspicious items he came across.

The patrolman cautiously opened the plastic bag, but to his surprise, as soon as he peeked inside, he screamed in terror.

“Ah!” “Help... help!”