The Palace Mistress?

Shenji's aura suddenly turned cold.

Linghu Lan couldn't help but shiver and leaned closer to Shenji.

Shenji: "..."

He silently channeled his inner energy to keep Linghu Lan outside, preventing her from getting any closer.

"It's cold, my husband!" Linghu Lan whispered.

Shenji felt a chill run down his spine, as if a mischievous little hand was scratching at his heart, making him wish he could flick his sleeve and send Linghu Lan flying a hundred thousand miles away.

Miss, please have some self-respect!

He glared at Linghu Lan, his eyes filled with warning. However, he knew in his heart that saying such words to Linghu Lan would be pointless.

Linghu Lan just wanted to laugh out loud: So Mo Tang likes to be passive?

The Thousand Shadows Sect Master coldly stared at Linghu Lan. "A teacher's kindness is as heavy as the heavens. You and I are of the same generation; what's wrong with exchanging skills?"

The intelligent master sang a greeting and said, "Sect Master, you are mistaken. We have all gathered here today to discuss the destruction of Dream Spirit Island. Although Dream Spirit Island has always been isolated from the world, it is famous throughout the land for its illusionary arts. I believe that investigating the destruction of Dream Spirit Island is more important than resolving personal grudges. Moreover, if what this young lady says is true, and Dream Spirit Island was indeed destroyed by the Shadow Sect Master, then what the young lady said is not a frame-up, and the Sect Master's intention to protect his master becomes nonsense."

The AI ​​master's words were reasonable and logical, and everyone agreed.

Linghu Lan pressed her advantage, saying, "Since you want evidence of this Shadow Sect Master's destruction of Dream Spirit Island, fine, I'll give you the evidence!"

She solemnly took out a dream from her bosom and addressed the crowd with profound words: "As everyone knows, Dream Spirit Island is skilled in entering and creating dreams. This is a dream I obtained from the Shadow Sect Master. This dream was created by the Shadow Sect Master himself. I would like to ask the Shadow Sect Master, the Illusionary Dream Technique is a closely guarded secret of Dream Spirit Island. How could an outsider like the Shadow Sect Master learn such a profound illusion technique? Is your relationship with Dream Spirit Island so good that the Island Master would willingly hand over this closely guarded secret?"

The crowd erupted into chaos.

Linghu Lan sneered and continued, "Sect Leader Ying, even a three-year-old knows that the secret techniques of our sect are the foundation of a sect's existence. No one would pass on their sect's secret manual to another; that would be tantamount to giving someone a handle against them. Sect Leader Ying has lived for hundreds of years; surely you know this? So, there's only one truth: you stole this manual from Dream Spirit Island. You proposed to Junior Sister Ji, but she refused, and in your anger and shame, you killed her and her husband, Liang Xiaobai, and wiped out the entire Dream Spirit Island sect. It was precisely because of the resources you stole from Dream Spirit Island that you were able to successfully advance to the seventh-grade Spirit Saint, Ying Hua! Do you dare swear to the heavens that you did not massacre Dream Spirit Island?"

All eyes turned to Yinghua again. He was calm, cold and indifferent, unlike a living person.

With a wave of his hand, the dream broke free from Linghu Lan's grasp and flew toward him.

Shenji frowned slightly, his sleeves moved without wind, and he unleashed his cultivation, bringing the dream back.

Yinghua and Shenji's aura surged, the surrounding winds and clouds churned, and their violent aura seemed to devour people. The immortals retreated one after another.

This is the battlefield of a seventh-grade Spirit Saint, which is no longer something that low-level disciples like them can get close to and watch.

Yinghua and Shenji were locked in a stalemate over the dream, and the two slowly rose into the air.

"Palace Master!" Yinghua spoke up. "I never imagined that the Palace Master, who has always been like an immortal, would fall for his female disciple. Isn't he afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

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