Chapter 496 The One Who Destroyed the Soul-Gathering Lamp

Hearing her say this, Gan An's expression froze, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you know?"

"Back then, the person who shattered the Soul Gathering Lamp was you, Master!" Ling Changge looked into his eyes: "Just when my last bit of soul power returned here, the Soul Gathering Lamp shattered, and I saw a man wearing Gan Xuan Palace clothes." Ling Changge said lightly: "Now that I think about it, you are the only one in the entire Gan Xuan Palace who can enter my yard and know where the Soul Gathering Lamp is." Ling Changge put down the teacup, and the crisp sound made by the bottom of the teacup colliding with the table made Gan An look up slightly.

"Besides me, many people also know that you refine spiritual weapons."

"Yes, but the Soul Gathering Lamp looks no different from an ordinary lamp, yet you were able to accurately find it among so many other lamps. That's because you invented the method for refining it. I'm not wrong, am I?"

"Haha." Gan An heard this and smiled: "Girl, your imagination is a bit too rich. I am just a spiritual cultivator who knows some alchemy. As for the weapon refining technique you mentioned, I don't know it."

"Everyone thinks you have three spiritual roots, but in fact, you have four!" Ling Changge waved his arm, and a recipe for refining equipment appeared out of thin air. The dark yellow recipe fell into Gan An's eyes, and his pupils shrank sharply.

"When I was sorting these things earlier, I stumbled upon this recipe. I wanted to refine another one just in case, but just as my spiritual power entered the recipe, I detected a very obscure aura on it." Ling Changge waved the yellow paper in his hand. "If you say this recipe has nothing to do with you, how can there be your aura on it?"

Gan An nodded and sat opposite her, the compassion in his eyes completely disappeared.

"I don't know why there's my scent on it." He had a smile on his face that Ling Changge had never seen before: "I've been very careful!"

Ling Changge lowered his eyes and said, "Master, you and I have known each other for ten thousand years, yet I have never seen through you."

"Heh." Gan An waved his hand nonchalantly. "Why bother seeing through it all? Whether it's a human or a demon, in this life, it all depends on who you live for. If it's for yourself, then live the way you want. If it's for others, then live the way you want to be seen by others."

"For so many years, I have protected Ganxuan Palace and fulfilled my duties as the Great Elder. Isn't that enough? I have long known that you might be the reincarnation of a goddess, so ten thousand years ago, I took you in as my disciple and taught you carefully for many years, allowing you to become a spirit girl. I just wanted you to awaken the bloodline of the gods as soon as possible. But you are useless. There is no divine bone in your body at all!" Gan An's eyes were full of anger: "Not even a single one!"

When Ling Changge heard this, he felt cold all over.

"You shattered the Soul Gathering Lamp, not wanting my soul to reunite, and even pulled the bones out of my body?" Ling Changge couldn't help but sneer. "Even with that, you still think you're great, don't you? If you didn't want my soul to reunite, why... why did you let me know the formula for the Soul Gathering Lamp?"

Gan An gritted his teeth, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes: "I know how to refine the soul-gathering lamp, but I can't do it, just because my earth-type spiritual root is a remnant." He stretched out his hand, and four colors of spiritual power floated in his palm. Among them, the purple earth-type spiritual power could be seen to be very light in color, indicating that the power was insufficient.

"So, you let me get this recipe by accident, actually wanting me to help you refine a soul-gathering lamp?"

"good."

"Why?"

Gan An's lips moved for a moment, and after a while, he said calmly, "What's the point of saying this now? It's too late. Everything is too late."

Seeing the pain in his eyes, Ling Changge raised his eyebrows slightly: "Master, is there anyone you want to resurrect?"

Gan An paused his fingers and looked up at her: "How do you know?"

"You don't need the Soul Gathering Lamp yourself, and you don't want to give it to me, so it must have other uses. If I'm guessing correctly, Master has a woman he loves!"

Gan An gritted his teeth, glanced at her, and turned away.

"To be able to let Master serve the Demon Clan, let me guess, that woman must be a very important person in the Demon Clan?" Ling Changge said with a smile: "The Demon Clan Saintess, am I right?"

"Oh, Master said before that you are extremely intelligent. Now it seems that what I said was indeed correct!"

"Master, you're too kind," Ling Changge said dimly. "I remember that after I became a spirit girl, I shattered her soul with my own hands. It turns out that Master had been colluding with the demons since then. But why did Master stop me from reuniting my soul?"

"Why? Why? You refined the Soul Gathering Lamp, why did you leave your own soul mark? I clearly wanted to use this Soul Gathering Lamp to save others! You are a spirit girl, and your mark cannot be removed by others!"

"Yes! Master has already said that I am a spirit girl with the power of purification. Everything I refine has more or less the power of purification. Master wants to use my spiritual weapon to save the demons, but he also wants to see if she is qualified to use it. Master is not saving her, he is harming her." Ling Changge sneered: "I really didn't expect that someone as high and mighty as Master would be blinded by love."

"Shut up!" Gan An said angrily, "Since you already know so much, I can't let you stay."

As he finished speaking, spiritual power gathered in his palm, and his eyes were filled with murderous and ruthless intent.

Ling Changge raised the corners of her lips slightly, and said with a smile: "Master, do you still think that this disciple is the little disciple from ten thousand years ago?" She raised her finger slightly, and an immense and powerful force swept out. Gan An gathered his hands together and tried his best to resist, but before his skills could condense, he was blasted away by Ling Changge's power.

The body fell heavily to the ground, leaving a long trail.

Just as he was about to get up, a golden light fell on him.

Ling Changge's figure floated in the air, looking down at him condescendingly.

"You...your cultivation..." The Great Elder narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your cultivation is so high, how come I don't know it?"

Ling Changge remained silent. The Great Elder couldn't help but laugh at himself: "So, you've been on guard against me for a long time."