Haoze was speechless as he looked at the wine jug, which was only enough for him to have one meal.
Shi Lan blinked, pretending to be confused even though she knew perfectly well what was going on. "What's wrong with you?"
Haoze twitched his lips. "It's nothing."
Shi Lan shoved the wine jug into his hand and said with a smile, "Go and return soon, Lord Divine Lord."
Haoze held back for a while, but in the end he was too embarrassed to ask for more, so he had no choice but to take the wine pot back.
The following morning, Haoze rode a cloud and left the mountain gate.
After a long period of silence, Jia Lan arrived at the Hundred Herbs Garden, a place she had never set foot in before. Through the barrier, she coldly stared at Shi Lan, who was playing comfortably with Xiao Ming in the garden.
Yunpu hurried over from the mountain gate and, upon seeing Jialan, reported, "Immortal Wanrou has come to visit."
Jia Lan bit her lip, her expression cold. "What's she doing here?"
Yunpu lowered his eyes and did not answer.
Jia Lan didn't expect him to answer. She knew Wan Rou's temperament well; she always thought she was above everyone else. The only reason she could order him to come and report was probably because she couldn't find her and had to lower herself.
Jia Lan straightened her skirt and said, "Prepare my medicine for today and send her away. I need it."
Yunpu obeyed the order and waited for her to leave before opening the barrier and entering the garden.
Hearing the noise, Shi Lan looked up and asked, "Uncle Yun, what's wrong?"
Yunpu's face was slightly pale, with a hint of red on his cheeks, clearly indicating that he had been beaten.
Yunpu gave a wry smile and said, "I was careless just now and offended the Immortal Lord, which brought me this undeserved disaster."
Shi Lan raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "This is outrageous! How can someone come to visit and then beat up someone from our sect? Are they implying that our sect has no one to rely on?"
Seeing that she was about to rush out, Yunpu quickly stopped her and said, "Little ancestor, just behave yourself. Your immortal essence has not recovered yet. How can you gain any advantage if you go there?"
Shi Lan struggled and said, "We can't let her get away with this." She called out, "Xiao Ming, let's go, let's teach her a lesson."
Yunpu quickly grabbed her and said, "Even if we teach her a lesson, what good will it do? Now that the master is not here, even if she gets her revenge, she will retaliate. It's better to wait for the master to return and seek justice together."
Upon hearing this, Shi Lan felt that it made sense, but she couldn't let her off so easily. So she rolled her eyes and said, "Uncle Yun, don't worry, I know what's important. I'll listen to you."
Seeing that she had calmed down, Yunpu released her hand and said, "Don't be impulsive, do you understand?"
Shi Lan nodded repeatedly and quickly made her promise.
After Yunpu finished gathering the herbs and left, Shi Lan darted to the edge of the field with a mischievous grin. He bent over and searched for a while before finally pulling out a thin blade of grass, chuckling to himself.
The mountain gate, shrouded in magical arrays, is always warm and pleasantly warm throughout the year.
Shi Lan squinted, humming a little tune, crushed the grass, and absorbed the juice. She then took some flower petals that she had picked in her spare time and mixed them in. After making sure they were fully absorbed, she picked up a cup, thought for a moment, and put them in one cup, while the other cup contained ordinary dried flower petals.
She steeped the flowers in boiling water until their fragrance filled the air, then, with a mischievous grin, carried the tray to the pavilion in front of the cave.
Jia Lan's personality is characterized by pretentiousness. This place has the best scenery in the entire cave, and she usually chooses to entertain guests here.
Walking quickly to the pavilion, Shi Lan stopped in a pretentious manner. "Immortal Lord, the tea you ordered has arrived."
The atmosphere in the pavilion was not as pleasant as Shi Lan had imagined. Wan Rou was glaring at her with a cold face, especially since green light was flashing at her fingertips, indicating that she was ready to take action at the slightest provocation.
Seeing her like this, Jia Lan couldn't help but secretly lament her predicament.
In terms of tactics, ten Wanrous might not be able to defeat her, but in terms of strength, she is far inferior to Wanrou.
Jia Lan was uneasy, but she didn't want to admit defeat in front of Wan Rou. Having known each other for many years, she knew Wan Rou's personality very well. If she gave in today, Wan Rou would definitely trample her underfoot in the future. What's more, there was Shi Lan standing outside who was obviously there to watch the show. Jia Lan secretly made up her mind that even if she was injured, she would never lower herself in the slightest.
"Bring it in," Jia Lan gritted her teeth inwardly, but still wore a gentle and kind smile on her face. "This is something I researched in my spare time. How does it taste?"
Wanrou stared at her coldly, without saying a word.
Shi Lan stepped into the pavilion with its softly draped curtains and saw the two people sitting there. She immediately regretted her actions.
She's still too soft-hearted. Why would such a vicious person drink intestinal-stirring herbs? He should drink poison and be poisoned to death.
Wanrou glanced coldly at the escaped fish who had slipped through her fingers, considering whether to settle scores first or kill Shi Lan first.
Shi Lan gently placed the cups in front of the two of them. Just as Jia Lan smiled faintly and ordered Shi Lan to leave, Wan Rou quickly made a decision: she would find another opportunity to crush these shrimps later; nothing was more important than Qing Yue's matter at the moment.
Shi Lan turned around with a smile, secretly snorted, left the pavilion, and hid far away to the side.
Jia Lan watched Shi Lan until she was out of the range where she could hear their conversation before picking up her teacup and gently stirring it twice. A faint floral fragrance wafted from the rim of the cup, instantly invigorating the senses.
Jia Lan snorted inwardly, thinking she was ignorant and incompetent. She raised her slender finger slightly and reluctantly took a sip, finding it fragrant and slightly sweet.
Seeing the look of satisfaction on her face, Wanrou glanced at her sideways and said, "It's just a trivial skill."
Jia Lan put down her teacup, secretly agreeing with her words. After all, she hadn't made the tea. However, she still had to put on a helpless and tolerant expression and said, "You've been picking on me ever since you came here. I don't even know what I did to offend you. What am I supposed to do?"
Wanrou pushed the teacup aside and said impatiently, "I treat you like a sister, but you treat me like a fool. Tell me, what's going on between you and Qingyue?"
Jia Lan was taken aback, completely not understanding what she meant.
Wanrou stared at her coldly and said, "Don't tell me it has nothing to do with you. I've already asked, and I know every single word you said to Qingyue."
Jia Lan smiled bitterly, knowing full well that Qing Yue was like a madman without reason when it came to her. After all, she had used this trick to provoke Wan Rou into attacking Shi Lan.
Jia Lan was unaware that the incident stemmed from Shi Lan's attempt to provoke her. At that moment, she was pondering that no matter what the person who was using their words intended, she couldn't let that person benefit from it.
Therefore, she made a decisive statement and immediately expressed her opinion: "What are you saying? You should know that Haoze and I are childhood sweethearts. Now we are just waiting to pass the Heavenly Tribulation and I will hold a dual cultivation ceremony after I ascend to the Godhood. How could I have any connection with Qingyue?"
Upon hearing this, Wanrou's face immediately turned ashen. "Are you saying I wronged you?"
Jia Lan shook his head and said, "I don't know whose rumor you've heard, but I can assure you, it's absolutely not true."
Wanrou was furious. When she first heard Shi Lan's ambiguous words, she had her doubts, but the person she doubted was never this fake Shi Lan whom she had always trusted.
When she heard the unanimous agreement of many immortals, she realized she had been blind. Now, hearing the fake Lan's vehement denial, her first reaction was not that she had made a mistake, but that this woman was still trying to deceive her even after she knew the truth.
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