Only after the two had walked far away did a person dressed in black robes appear beside Changyu Lanshan and help him up.
"Should we chase after them?" the man asked.
Changyu Lanshan did not respond, but only looked up at the person beside him, his face instantly becoming even more ferocious.
She glared at him fiercely, flicked her sleeve, pulled her hand away, and turned to leave.
"Lanshan!" someone behind him called out.
Changyu Lanshan paused for a moment, then continued walking forward, ignoring him.
The man in black robes frowned, as if he wanted to speak, but he remained silent for a long time.
Lu Zhaozhao had been somewhat uneasy ever since she met Changyu Lanshan. After ignoring Wen Sheng's words for the third time, she was finally drawn back to her attention by Wen Sheng's feigned distress.
"How much do you know about Changyu Lan Pass?" Lu Zhaozhao asked.
"Hmm? I thought you would ask about Changyu Lanshan." Wen Sheng seemed a little surprised, but still patiently explained, "There are eight major clans within the Demon Clan, which you should know. The eight major clans check and balance each other, but in recent years there have been signs that this balance is being broken. The Lu Wu clan has been expanding continuously, and if you count carefully, it started from the time Changyu Lanshan succeeded to the throne."
"Ten years ago, Changyu Languan, at the Nascent Soul Realm, challenged the previous leader of the Luwu Clan, a level above him. Despite the vast difference in their cultivation levels, he successfully defeated his uncle and became the new successor."
"Wait a minute," Lu Zhaozhao interrupted, somewhat puzzled. "You mean Changyu Languan defeated his uncle?"
“Yes.” Wen Sheng seemed to see her doubts and slowly explained to her: “The leader of the Luwu tribe was originally Changyu Languan’s father. A hundred years ago, his uncle plotted to kill his father, who was the successor at the time, and took over the leadership of the Luwu tribe. At the same time, a year later, when Changyu Lanshan was born, he was declared the next successor.”
"Aren't Changyu Lanshan and Changyu Languan brothers... Could it be?!"
Lu Zhaozhao stared wide-eyed at Wen Sheng, seemingly in disbelief.
“Yes.” Wen Sheng smiled mischievously. “That’s why Changyu Languan was able to survive. But he also has guts. He lay low for a hundred years, always keeping a low profile, and when he was fully grown, he struck with deadly force. It’s just a pity that I heard he loves his younger brother very much, but his younger brother doesn’t seem to like him very much.”
Lu Zhaozhao seemed to be so shocked by the secrets of the great clan that she could hardly breathe. No wonder he was so angry when she used the dagger of Changyu Languan to stab Changyu Lanshan. It turns out that there is a blood feud between the two of them.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but swallow hard and asked hesitantly, "Then why did the Luwu clan send Changyu Lanshan to participate in the selection this time? Aren't they afraid that their enemies will be extremely hostile to each other and something bad might happen?"
Wen Sheng squinted at a black-robed figure who had just stepped into the city gate. The man seemed to have seen him too and was staring back at him.
After watching for a while, Wen Sheng suddenly felt a bit bored and turned to Lu Zhaozhao, saying, "I told you, the brothers of Changyu Languan have a deep bond."
Lu Zhaozhao was somewhat speechless. She thought: What kind of brotherly affection is this? Shouldn't this term be reciprocal?
After walking for a while, Lu Zhaozhao arrived at her residence. She stopped, looked at Wen Sheng, and asked one last question: "Ten years ago, Changyu Languan was at the Nascent Soul stage but still managed to challenge the Divine Transformation stage. What is his current cultivation level?"
"Are you worried that he will take sides?" Wen Sheng chuckled. "Don't worry, even if he wanted to help, Changyu Lanshan wouldn't agree. So the only one you need to worry about is Changyu Lanshan."
Hearing him say that, Lu Zhaozhao finally felt relieved.
The minor skirmish outside the city was enough for her to see Changyu Lanshan's true level. Although he was at the Nascent Soul stage, his aura was extremely unstable. In terms of strength, even a solid late-stage Golden Core cultivator could probably fight him. It seemed that he might have used some secret technique to forcibly raise his realm.
As she was thinking, a gasp came from behind her.
"You're back!"
Lu Zhaozhao turned her head and saw the face of a strange woman.
The woman was quite outgoing; she grabbed her sleeve and looked her over, making clicking sounds as she did so.
"You're really lucky to have survived being targeted by Lu Wu's people and still coming back unscathed. But since you're one of Nüba's people, you really don't need to be afraid of them."
The woman murmured to herself, pulling Lu Zhaozhao around as she looked her over.
"Wait, wait, who are you?"
Lu Zhaozhao grimaced and pulled back her sleeve, silently taking two steps away. Wen Sheng, who had been beside her, had disappeared at some point, leaving her alone to face the awkward situation.
Out of politeness, Lu Zhaozhao had no choice but to ask a question, but her words seemed to anger the woman in front of her. The woman pinched Lu Zhaozhao's arm with lightning speed, her voice mournful and desolate.
"I was worried about you for days, and you don't even recognize me? I'm the one who got your face done!"
Huh? A name popped into Lu Zhaozhao's mind, and she tentatively asked, "Thirteenth Sister?"
The woman in front of him raised her head and nodded.
"Your face is really... realistic." Lu Zhaozhao was a little unsure how to describe it, and awkwardly squeezed out a sentence.
But these words pleased Thirteen Niang greatly, and she hurriedly pulled Lu Zhaozhao aside to discuss her newly conceived idea of skin swapping.
The following days were extremely easy; my daily task was to rest and recuperate in order to reach my best condition. In my spare time, I would watch Thirteen Sister and Tu San bicker, and the days would pass by one by one.
The selection process for the Ming Palace arrived quietly as scheduled.
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