Haoze's divine radiance immediately caused a stir throughout the entire divine realm. In an instant, all the immortals, regardless of their level of immortal power, arrived riding on auspicious clouds.

Jia Lan, who was hiding in the woods, heard the proclamation and immediately gritted his teeth in hatred.

She didn't expect Haoze to be so impatient. As soon as he exposed her true colors, he immediately announced it to the world, as if he couldn't wait for everyone to know that he was going to be involved with Shi Lan.

He really treats her like dirt.

Jia Lan stared at the tall, relaxed man before her, just as tall as the person she had longed for for tens of thousands of years. His severed hand was still bleeding, and her breath grew weaker and weaker with each drop of blood.

Jia Lan was not a weak person after all; she only thought for a moment before making a decision.

The holding of the dual cultivation ceremony means that the two are about to engage in dual cultivation. Her formation probably won't last long. Once Haoze fully wakes up, the original body's life will certainly be in danger.

Since this man is not going to belong to him anyway, he might as well just break up with him.

Now that Shi Lan has come here, her soul is probably just like his. Fake Lan smiled sinisterly. Anyway, he was going to die, so it was always good to take someone down with him.

Jia Lan squinted at the clouds that kept flying by in the sky, rubbed her face with difficulty, took out a set of low-key and proper magic robes from the brocade bag, dressed herself up, and slowly rose into the air.

She scrutinized the various auspicious clouds with a critical eye, then set her sights on a female fairy with lively eyes and a curious expression.

Having deliberately dressed up for so many years, she had unknowingly become accustomed to this style. To avoid making any more mistakes, she cautiously focused her attention on the roles she was good at playing.

Auspicious clouds drifted by, and Jia Lan smiled warmly, cupping her wide sleeves as she said, "Greetings, fairy."

The female fairy looked quite young. Her bright eyes darted around, and she tilted her head, asking curiously, "Do you know me?"

Jia Lan smiled and was secretly delighted. Anyone who would ask such a question was either a novice going out for the first time or a spoiled second-generation immortal who was too pampered by his family to know anything about the world. Either way, they were the best candidates for her, who was still a little weak at the moment.

"Your fairy has an ethereal air and a beautiful appearance. I was fortunate enough to see you from afar," said the cloud controlled by Jia Lan as it slowly approached. "At that time, I thought how wonderful it would be to befriend someone like you."

With a broad smile, Jia Lan said, "I never expected such a coincidence today."

The female fairy was very pleased by her flattery. Instead of being wary when she saw her coming, she waved and said, "Sister, although your appearance is ordinary, you have good taste. I am very happy to know you."

Jia Lan twitched her lips slightly. Ever since she took human form, she hated it when people talked about her appearance. This woman had just cleverly stepped on her sore spot.

Jia Lan secretly vowed to make her taste the methods of someone with an ordinary appearance.

“My sister and I are of one mind, I’m so happy,” Jia Lan stepped onto her auspicious cloud, manipulating it to connect the two clouds. Her arm casually brushed against her waist, and a very thin vine climbed up her sleeve and mercilessly pierced her fair wrist.

The female immortal shuddered violently, looked at the fake Lan in surprise, and cried out.

Jia Lan grinned at her and said in a low voice, "If you scream again, I'll drain you dry right now."

The fairy stared wide-eyed in terror, her pink lips turning deathly pale. To prevent her mouth from moving uncontrollably, she quickly pressed it down with her other hand, indicating that she would absolutely not make another sound.

The vines swelled up into small buds, which continuously flowed into Jia Lan's body along the vine's veins.

Warm blood, abundant immortal energy—Jia Lan sighed comfortably as her hand, which had been severed by Hao Ze, slowly grew back a little.

The female fairy's face was ashen, and she trembled, looking exactly like a pitiful little white rabbit.

Jia Lan hated people who acted like this the most. She glared at her coldly and forcefully pushed her to the ground.

Hidden behind layers of branches and leaves, she cruelly wrapped it tightly into a ball with vines.

From inside the rattan ball came muffled cries and violent struggles. Jia Lan tightly bound the vines, and after a long while, she licked her lips triumphantly, like a satiated wolf.

The vines rustled and slipped into her sleeves, and a mummified corpse wrapped in a monastic robe fell to the ground with a 'thud'.

Jia Lan stretched out her two hands, which had just fully opened, and moved them as if testing the dexterity of her newly opened fingers.

The ground beneath the mummified corpse churned as if a pot had boiled over, and the corpse was covered layer by layer by the churning soil until there was no trace of it left.

Having confirmed there were no clues, she conjured a water mirror and spent a long time admiring herself in it. The image in the mirror was exactly like the innocent and naive second-generation immortal from before.

She straightened her robes, and her satisfied face wrinkled again.

It turned out that Haoze had prepared all her clothes before. Now, if she wanted to sneak into the mountain gate, she would have to get past Yunpu. She was worried that Yunpu would remember her clothes and thus notice her.

Jia Lan looked down at the ground covered with withered leaves and mud, and disdainfully didn't want to bother with it again.

Tilting her head, she recalled the fool's attire and felt that her own outfit was quite similar to hers. If she had to point out a difference, it would be that her outfit was several levels higher than the fool's.

Jia Lan convinced herself that most men are careless and that she had tried on this dress before, so Haoze probably wouldn't remember it.

Stepping onto the auspicious cloud, Jia Lan tried hard to recall and confirmed that the cloud servant was not with her when she tried on the clothes, which made her feel more at ease.

The small cloud fell with everyone, and Jia Lan followed among several immortals whose strength was similar to hers.

Yunpu had been busy for so long that he was already dizzy. When he saw Jialan occasionally raising his eyes and smiling at the people next to him, he assumed that the two were together and did not pay any attention. He only told them that they could only walk in the front yard and not go to the back, and then let them pass.

Jia Lan nodded with a smile and followed the person in front of her into the place she had just fled.

After passing through the dense flowering trees and confirming that the cloud servant standing outside the door was unaware of their presence, Jia Lan broke away from the group and quietly circled around to the back of the cave.

The path is long and winding, with soft green grass hanging down, effectively blocking out the noise and plunging the surroundings into tranquility.

Jia Lan stared hatefully at the Hundred Herbs Garden in the distance, gritting her teeth.

Waving aside the green grass blocking his view, Jia Lan crouched down and quietly crept over.

The Hundred Herbs Garden was as quiet as ever, with only that wretched fat dog squatting on the ground, pretending to sleep.

Still shaken by the loss of one of her arms by Xiao Ming, Jia Lan was determined not to suffer the same fate again. She secretly slipped into the nearby thicket of grass and waited quietly for her chance.

In the small shed, Shi Lan tidied herself up and brought out a small pot of Divine King's Wine.

Xiao Ming twitched its long ears and sniffed.

Shi Lan smiled and rubbed its ears, instructing, "I'm going out for a bit. Watch the yard and don't let anyone else in."

Xiao Ming nodded obediently.

Unlocking the barrier, Shi Lan walked briskly along the path towards the lake.

Jia Lan turned his head and stared fiercely at her back. If looks could be used as weapons, Shi Lan would surely be riddled with holes by now.