Chapter 148 Even God Favors You 3

But the man just stared at him blankly, his gaze gently tracing his face. After a long while, he spoke: "Junior brother, you are still alive."

"Of course I won't die!" Xie Rong said hatefully. "If anyone should die, it's you all!"

Meng Yiran said in a hoarse voice, "It's good that you're alive...it's good that you're alive..."

"Stop pretending!" Xie Rong felt nauseous and angrily slapped Meng Yiran across the face. "If my meridians hadn't been severed and my cultivation destroyed, would the position of sect leader have fallen to a piece of trash like you?!"

Meng Yiran still gazed at him with gentle eyes.

Xie Rong's point is also valid.

Even the most talented sword cultivators of that era were nothing more than mediocre compared to Xie Rong.

From the very beginning, when Master brought Junior Brother back to Canglan Mountain and bestowed upon him the surname Xie, he was determined to have Junior Brother inherit his true teachings. The position of Canglan Sect Leader was merely a side effect.

Who could have predicted this...? Who could have predicted this!

Looking at his bright red wedding dress, Meng Yiran suddenly vomited blood. Her composure, which had been as steady as Mount Tai for many years, was now crumbling.

Xie Rong lowered his eyes and examined the sect leader's robes floating with golden runes on his body. Suddenly, his face turned cold, and he tore Meng Yiran's outer robe to shreds with his five fingers forming claws.

"This should have been mine! Mine!"

Meng Yiran closed her eyes.

The boy sitting on him roared hysterically, like a wounded young beast stubbornly baring its claws at anyone who approached him.

Meng Yiran grasped his hand. "Junior brother, come back with me."

"Go back?" Xie Rong leaned closer, staring at him, then suddenly laughed, her beauty instantly captivating. "Go back and hand over your position as sect leader to me?"

Meng Yiran smiled and said, "Of course, Junior Brother can have whatever he wants."

Xie Rong stopped smiling, her beautiful features now clouded with gloom.

Meng Yiran tentatively took his hand, her broad palm completely enveloping his, trembling slightly. "In the past, my master and I always helped our junior brother practice swordsmanship hand in hand like this. How about we continue like this in the future?"

Xie Rong glared hatefully at the unconscious Nie Mingxiu not far away, whose heart, which had been painstakingly removed, was now back in its original position.

"So what do you plan to do with him?"

Meng Yiran shook her head: "If Junior Brother wants him dead, then take him to the Sword-Asking Platform and execute him in public. Why dirty your own hands?"

Xie Rong suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with hatred, and kicked him viciously: "Just now you were blocking me for him! Don't lie to me, you're all in cahoots! Who do you think you are? Do you really think you're the leader of Canglan Mountain, and that everyone has to listen to you? A bunch of despicable people, all of you, die!"

"Lu Anlan!" Xie Rong cried out shrilly.

Meng Yiran suddenly turned her head.

A man clad in black appeared silently from the corner, like a shadow that could be summoned at any moment, and walked towards them with a sword in hand.

"I'm here," the man said coldly, his tall figure revealing only that red shadow in his eyes when he looked up.

Xie Rong pointed at Meng Yiran: "Kill him! Kill him for me!"

Lu Anlan didn't act immediately, but asked him, "Aren't you going to suck it? You've been picky about food lately, you've been starving for a long time."

Since Xie Rong broke through to the Nascent Soul stage by relying on evil techniques, ordinary cultivators have become less attractive to him. He has been hungry for too long and is bound to be unhappy. When he is unhappy, he will take his anger out on Lu Anlan.

Upon hearing this, Xie Rong's eyes lit up.

The sect leader of Canglan Sect in front of me is a powerful figure in the Tribulation Transcending stage. Absorbing one of him is more nourishing than absorbing ten million ordinary cultivators!

However, before he could drain Meng Yiran dry, he still had to do the most important thing.

Xie Rong raised his hand, and Nie Mingxiu's neck flew into his palm.

With his five fingers forming claws, he pulled out Nie Mingxiu's heart again and crushed it into a cloud of blood and foam.

Nie Mingxiu was awakened by the pain, letting out a shrill scream, blood splattering on Xie Rong's snow-white cheeks.

The screams abruptly ceased the instant the heart shattered completely.

Xie Rong smiled wickedly, and the drops of blood on her cheeks bloomed like red plum blossoms, making her look even more like a witch.

"Senior brother, the thing I love to do most these days is to get my hands dirty." He smiled sweetly, threw away the corpse in his hand, bent down and patted Meng Yiran's face. "Don't worry, I won't let any of those bastards from Canglan Mountain who deserved to die in the secret realm go! Watching my disciples die tragically at my hands is my reunion gift to you after so many years."

As cultivators in the same Tribulation Transcending stage, Meng Yiran should be on par with Lu Anlan. In fact, since Lu Anlan no longer possesses the Ziwei luck bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, Meng Yiran has a greater chance of winning.

However, Xie Rong was always very generous to his dog. Whenever he was about to overflow from absorbing spiritual energy, he would feed Lu Anlan some pure spiritual energy when no one was around at night, just like he used to give Lu Anlan the Foundation Establishment Pills he didn't need back in Canglan Mountain.

Therefore, although Lu Anlan was at the same realm as Meng Yiran, Lu Anlan's spiritual energy was extremely abundant and inexhaustible. Meng Yiran was no match for him and was quickly defeated.

Xie Rong pulled off the Floating Mountain Ring from his index finger, recited an incantation, and the Floating Mountain Ring immediately expanded several times, firmly imprisoning Meng Yiran's neck.

"You'd better behave, or if Fushan Jie senses I'm unhappy, he'll immediately snap your neck," Xie Rong sat back on him, buried his head in Meng Yiran's neck, bit a small hole, and eagerly absorbed the power from Meng Yiran's body.

Lu Anlan leaned against the wall, watching over him, quietly lowering her eyes and wiping the sword in her hand.

Over time, he had grown accustomed to waiting on the sidelines for the men sitting next to him, and cleaning them up after he had drained one of them.

Half an hour later.

Xie Rong got up from Meng Yiran, her lower abdomen already slightly bulging beneath her wedding dress.

As expected of a cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage, he fed him in no time.

Lu Anlan walked over, picked him up horizontally, and Xie Rong closed his eyes wearily, curling up in his arms for a light sleep.

Perhaps it's a side effect of the evil technique, but I get sleepy every time I absorb too much power.

Lu Anlan glanced at the Canglan Mountain disciples who were standing there dumbfounded, and the crowd made way for them in alarm.

He took a step and walked away. A light purple light extended from the floating ring around Meng Yiran's neck, connecting to Xie Rong's index finger. He grabbed the man's neck and followed, just like a dog leash.

"You took away his soul lamp, so you already knew he was alive?" Meng Yiran's face was ugly. Suddenly realizing something, she murmured, "No... you hid him from the very beginning, didn't you? No wonder all these years... no matter how I tried to summon his soul, I could never find a trace of him!"

"He didn't want to marry you, so he chose to die with you. How can you still have the nerve to stay by his side?" Meng Yiran questioned.

Lu Anlan said coldly, "You should be asking yourself that question. If you hadn't been so jealous and allowed the disciples in your sect to sow discord in front of him, how could he have thought I was humiliating him and committed suicide in despair on his wedding day?"

Meng Yiran's expression remained indifferent.

Back then, it wasn't just him... everyone in the sect, from top to bottom, couldn't tolerate Lu Anlan!

The sudden demise of a proud and arrogant young man caused them heartache, but they couldn't help but harbor dark fantasies in their hearts, wanting to take him into their arms and possess him under the guise of protection. But Lu Anlan, Lu Anlan, was originally just an ordinary outer disciple, but he survived a near-death experience while searching for immortal herbs for Xie Rong in the snowy mountains and gained an opportunity to rise above them.