Chapter 407 The Last and Final (Twenty-Four)



"Good, good, that's wonderful!" Wanrou suddenly stood up, flicked her finger in the air, and the green ribbon, which had regained its former glory, flew out from her fingertip.

“It seems you won’t tell the truth unless I get serious,” Wanrou said, as the green ribbon flew toward Jia Lan as if it were alive.

Jia Lan was surprised that she would make a direct move, and her expression immediately changed drastically. With a slight twitch of her fingertips, a brown vine snaked upwards.

The brown and green vines immediately became entangled, and in just a moment, the green silk stretched the vines to their limit, causing them to shatter with a snap.

Jia Lan grunted and clutched her chest, saying, "That's enough. I've been tolerant of you because we're friends. If you keep pushing me, don't blame me for being impolite."

Wanrou snorted coldly, "I'd like to see how impolite you are." With that, she pointed at the green silk and wrapped it around Jia Lan's waist.

Jia Lan made a hand seal, and the vines intertwined with the green silk, one after the other, and for a moment they were evenly matched.

Seeing that Lü Ling was unable to achieve anything, Wan Rou angrily drew her longsword.

Jia Lan's face turned pale, knowing full well that if things continued like this, she would definitely not be a match for her.

With a slight movement of her fingers forming a hand seal, and a flash of golden light, she moved, intending to retreat.

Wanrou seemed to know what she was doing. With a flash of emerald green, Qingfeng suddenly blocked her inevitable retreat.

As the fake Lan moved, golden light instantly enveloped the entire pavilion.

Jia Lan sighed inwardly, knowing that the situation was hopeless and that if she continued to fight, she would only get hurt.

Jia Lan, who was always flexible and adaptable, waved her hand to retract the vines and said sincerely, "If you want to hear the truth, I will tell you the truth. Fighting like this is really hurting our feelings."

Wanrou snorted coldly, sheathed her longsword, and the green ribbon still floated in the air, like a coiled venomous python, ready to attack at any moment.

Jia Lan slightly raised her finger and said, "I swear on my soul that I have absolutely no connection with Lord Qingyue."

Wanrou's eyes flickered slightly. She hadn't expected Jia Lan to make such a vow so directly. She silently repeated Jia Lan's vow. For once, she was quite clever: "You haven't said what you'll do if there's any connection."

Jia Lan was furious, but had to suppress his anger. "You should know that I am about to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation. Now, ask me to swear on my own body that you want me to die under the divine lightning?"

Wanrou knew the power of the divine thunder, but she was unwilling to let it go so easily. She muttered, "If you're not guilty, it's no big deal if you release it."

Jia Lan said with a livid face, "If you don't believe me, when Haoze returns, I will suggest to him that we hold the dual cultivation ceremony ahead of schedule. That way you can rest assured."

Wanrou was still somewhat unwilling, but she knew that this was the only way.

As long as Jia Lan and Hao Ze hold their grand ceremony, Qing Yue, who prides himself on being a gentleman, will absolutely not have any further relationship with his friend's wife.

Shi Lan, crouching in the gap behind the artificial hill, watched the two fight fiercely and couldn't help but feel her blood boil.

I sincerely hope those two fight to the death.

It's a pity that the two were too afraid of death, and they gave up after only a few exchanges. Shi Lan felt a little regretful and watched the two sit down again and drink tea with a sigh.

The cup of tea was quickly finished, and having faced each other as soldiers, the two remained silent.

Wanrou's "nature" wasn't going to make things difficult for her, so she immediately took her leave.

Shi Lan pouted as she watched the two women, who had fought so fiercely, leave together like best friends. She quickly slipped into the pavilion, emptied the teacups, and took them away.

Having enjoyed a free show and cleared away the evidence, Shi Lan returned to Baicao Garden with a delighted expression.

The two's falling out made Shi Lan extremely happy.

Inside the cave, Jia Lan sat cross-legged with her eyes closed. After a long while, she suddenly coughed, her slender white fingers clutching her chest. After breathing heavily for a while, she opened her eyes and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, "Wanrou."

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Haoze returned on a cloud at midnight.

The clouds circled around the cave on top of the mountain gate and silently landed in the Hundred Herbs Garden behind it.

The barrier opened in a flash, and Haoze walked in, his sleeves fluttering.

Shi Lan had just finished her cultivation and was about to go back to rest when she sensed the barrier activating. She turned her head and looked towards the door.

"My lord, you're back?"

Haoze nodded.

Tables and chairs rose from the ground, and Shi Lan immediately understood. She went inside the shed to get some wine, and Hao Ze sat there silently watching her fill the wine glasses and push them over.

Under the moonlight, the pale golden wine was covered with a thin layer of white frost. As the wine swayed slightly, the frost also swayed, bringing with it a relaxing and pleasant aroma.

Haoze gently picked up the wine glass, looked at it for a while, and suddenly asked, "Is this wine the same as the one you gave me before?"

Shi Lan nodded, "Of course."

Haoze smiled, his beautiful lips curving upwards, revealing a graceful arc. "But why does it taste so different to me?"

Shi Lan's heart pounded, unsure of the meaning behind his words.

Haoze took a small sip, his dark, deep eyes fixed on Shi Lan, and said, "Xiao Ping, would you be willing to clear up my doubts?"

Shi Lan opened her mouth, chuckled dryly twice, and said, "Your Majesty is joking. I am but a minor immortal; how could I possibly help you resolve your doubts?"

Haoze frowned slightly. "You're feeling guilty."

Shi Lan Yigeng.

Even a seasoned womanizer would be alarmed if caught, let alone someone who wasn't a repeat offender. It was already quite an achievement for her to remain calm and have a normal heartbeat. She didn't think she showed any signs of guilt.

"You jest, Divine Lord."

Haoze raised an eyebrow. "You've addressed me as 'Divine Lord' twice since you came here. The first time was when I ordered you to come, and you were resentful, hence the sarcastic address," he glanced at Shi Lan, "and today is the second time."

He didn't continue, only staring at Shi Lan with his dark eyes, as if he wouldn't give up until she gave him an answer.

After a moment's thought, Shi Lan said with an extremely sincere expression, "It's probably because you've been drinking, and I'm worried that I might anger you and cause you to act crazy while drunk."

Haoze chuckled, as if suddenly realizing something, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

"I had no idea my drinking manners were so bad."

Under his hawk-like gaze, Shi Lan gave an awkward, apologetic smile. "Your drinking etiquette is naturally excellent; I was just doing this as a precaution."

Haoze's gaze remained unchanged as he placed the wine glass to his lips with his long fingers and slowly sipped it.

Shi Lan stood obsequiously to his side, waiting for him to finish drinking before immediately refilling his glass.

After the toast, Haoze's eyes were glazed over, and his body swayed slightly.

Soon, he closed his eyes and drifted into a light sleep.

Shi Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Anyone would feel extremely pressured under Haoze's gaze, but fortunately, she was used to it and had some immunity to him. She managed to resist and did not confess.

Gently brushing aside the stray hairs that had fallen across his forehead, Shi Lan lifted his slightly lowered face and slowly leaned closer with her lips pursed.

Haoze's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes darted around in their sockets, as if he wanted to open them.

Unfortunately, Shi Lan was shy and always kept her eyes closed when kissing, and she had great confidence in God King Zui, so she didn't notice Hao Ze's unusual behavior.

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