Unable to attach a lightning rod, Linghu Lan calmed herself down. Having been struck by lightning many times, she immediately used her advantage to cleverly avoid facing the lightning directly. In this way, she finally endured until the thunderclouds dispersed and the fog cleared.
A ray of light, carrying boundless vitality, enveloped Linghu Lan.
Bathed in the sunlight, Linghu Lan's wounds healed rapidly. She felt her cultivation level rising continuously, reaching the fifth rank of Spirit Master, and it still didn't stop.
A thought vaguely formed in her mind: to seize this rare opportunity, she would activate her cultivation technique and frantically absorb spiritual energy, finally leaping to the sixth rank of Spirit Venerable.
The moment Linghu Lan reached the sixth rank of Spirit Venerable, the light of heaven dissipated and life vanished.
Linghu Lan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze gleaming brightly as she looked at Shenji. Shenji met her gaze from afar, but a storm was raging in his heart; her gaze was too captivating.
Everyone was stunned.
The president of the Monster Association glanced at the Intelligent Master who was still there and whispered, "How many years did it take the Master to cultivate to the sixth-grade Spirit Venerable realm?"
“Amitabha Buddha, I am foolish. It took me more than four hundred years to cultivate to the sixth rank. Now I am afraid I have no chance to make any further progress.”
The president of the Demon Association was inwardly weeping. It had taken him five hundred years to cultivate to the sixth rank.
She actually reached the sixth-grade Spirit Venerable level after only being struck by lightning a few times?! That's a rocket-like speed of cultivation!
A cheer erupted from the group of monsters.
"Grandmaster, Grandmaster!"
Linghu Lan slowly stood up and walked towards Shenji.
Shenji, however, turned his gaze to the sky.
Linghu Lan: "???" What's in the sky? Is it prettier than me?
She glanced back and saw a large bird flying over, carrying a person in its beak.
Linghu Lan immediately recognized the bird as the elder of the Demon Association, the big white bird that had been struck by lightning, and the person in its beak was Mo Sheng'er.
At this moment, Mo Sheng'er looked like a dead person, her body covered in blood.
The demons' voices fell silent as they stared blankly at the sky: Had their elder really killed this human woman? They had just entered the Divine Mercy Palace; would the Palace Master punish them...?
The large white bird flew down, put down Mo Sheng'er from its beak, and headed towards the leader of the Monster Association.
"President, President, are you alright?"
"What's going on?" The president of the Monster Association's face turned cold.
Linghu Lan moved swiftly and appeared beside Mo Sheng'er, checking her injuries.
Mo Sheng'er was stabbed in the heart by a sword and was gasping for breath, blood gushing out continuously. She was clearly not long to live.
"It's Yinghua from the Thousand Shadows Sect. That madman kills people and demons indiscriminately. He stabbed her in the heart with a single sword strike. If I hadn't flown fast, I probably would have been killed too. Has he gone mad? Doesn't he claim to be a righteous person? How come he's killing people indiscriminately? And he needs me, a demon, to save her? Bah!" The elder spat fiercely, looking puzzled.
The president sighed silently. The changes in just one day were too great; the entire cultivation world probably couldn't keep up.
Mo Sheng'er spotted Linghu Lan, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at her pleadingly.
Before experiencing life and death, she thought that hating or killing someone was something that could be done on a whim. But after experiencing it firsthand, she realized how precious it is to be alive.
If she had really killed Ji Liang in her past life, she deserved this retribution. But she still had parents, studies, and a bright future; she didn't want to die.
twenty three
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