The chaos continued for two days until the last group of customers left on the second night, finally bringing some peace to the quiet little shop.
Linghu Lan was exhausted after a long day. She lay down on the bed and fell asleep immediately, but soon woke up with a start.
She slowly got up, went downstairs, and looked at the dreamcatcher on the wall, where there were signs that it had been disturbed.
Linghu Lan smiled slightly and said, "Since our distinguished guest has arrived, why not come out and show yourself?"
No one appeared, but there was the sound of weapons cutting through the sky. As an ancestor of the cultivation world, Linghu Lan naturally knew that someone was launching a sneak attack.
She moved and took a few steps back.
A short man wielding a long sword descended from the sky. Seeing that he had missed Linghu Lan, he immediately closed in and shouted, "Where is the amethyst?"
This short man was about a fourth-grade Spirit Emperor, a level higher than Linghu Lan. He was also clearly different from a novice monster like Beast Beast; he had much more experience in the martial world. He questioned her while continuing to press her hand relentlessly.
Linghu Lan, relying on her years of fighting experience, calmly dodged the attack and asked with a smile, "Many people want amethyst, but I wonder which one you are? Is it that your name cannot be revealed to others?"
"Hmph! You really are a cultivator. I knew a mortal couldn't possibly know about Dream Spirit Island by chance. Where did you obtain the amethyst? Hand it over, and I'll spare your life."
The short man, unable to subdue Linghu Lan for a long time, was probably getting impatient, and his men became even more ruthless.
Linghu Lan was already struggling, so she quickly sent out a curse talisman.
The monster sneered and slashed at Linghu Lan with its sword, but unexpectedly, the chandelier on the roof fell down.
The monster was taken aback. How could the chandelier fall down at this critical moment?
In the brief moment he was distracted, Linghu Lan had vanished from his sight. He cursed inwardly, but then felt a chill on the back of his neck as a stick struck him heavily. He groaned and collapsed to the ground.
Linghu Lan landed steadily on the ground from the air. As usual, she reached out and touched the corpse. She actually found some spirit stones and talismans on the person. Although there weren't many items, they were all cultivation resources for Linghu Lan at this point.
However, she didn't have anything handy to tie up a fourth-grade cultivator like him.
Linghu Lan thought for a moment, then had a sudden inspiration. She remembered the seventh-grade dream realm she had extracted from Yinghua. Although the dream realm was broken and collapsed, it was extremely good for using as a prison cell.
So she immediately focused her mind and sent the unconscious fourth-rank spirit king into Yinghua's broken dream.
Yinghua's dream world was now like hell. He was lucky to survive. If he hadn't, he would probably have been an idiot for the rest of his life. After all, the difference between the fourth and seventh ranks was quite significant.
Even though Yinghua's dream is broken, it is still the dream of a seventh-grade spiritual saint. If an ordinary person does not have experience in breaking through the barrier, the chance of successfully getting out of it is not high.
After finishing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief. The monster attack gave her an idea, and she immediately began to draw a trapping array, a maze, at the doorway. Behind the trapping array and the maze lay the most difficult dream within the cool and secluded dream chamber.
If anyone tries to break in, once inside the "maze," as soon as their consciousness becomes slightly clouded, Linghu Lan will seize the opportunity to send them into a dream.
She's going to trap them like turtles in a jar.
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