share time: 2026-06-29 06:02:30
Immortal disciples gather at the cave to mourn their master, bowing to his wife and saying sadly, "The master has passed, madam. Please grieve properly." Unexpectedly, the wife flings open the coffin lid, jumps in and rummages through the master's burial jade, muttering, "You old rascal, these immortal jades are finally mine!" The disciples stare in shock until a mumble comes from the beam: "I only faked my death due to a cultivation setback—can you stop selling my immortal ganoderma?" The wife instantly changes her expression, hugging the coffin and wailing loudly, "My husband! How could you leave so early!"
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