Linghu Lan closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, tens of thousands of doors rushed towards Yinghua from all directions.
Yinghua gave a mocking smile.
A trivial skill.
His aura surged, and the strings of his zither extended in all directions, easily piercing through door after door. Just as he was feeling triumphant, a giant fist silently flew out from the ground and slammed into Yinghua. Yinghua was sent flying into the sky with a whoosh, becoming a small black dot in the sky.
Linghu Lan laughed heartily, looking smugly at the spring-loaded fist she had created.
How about the Pegasus Meteor Fist?
Amidst Linghu Lan's laughter, the flowers, trees, and grass shattered, and the entire dream abruptly shifted, as if time and space had been transformed.
Linghu Lan knew that she had passed this test. Would she face Yinghua, who had the cultivation of a sixth-grade Spirit Venerable, next?
Lost in thought, a winding stream appeared vividly before Linghu Lan once again.
A man dressed in black was meditating with his back turned to the stream.
It seemed to sense something.
He opened his eyes, turned around, looked at Linghu Lan calmly, and said coldly, "If you are not my junior sister, then who are you?"
Linghu Lan looked at Yinghua in front of her and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Her guess was right; this dream was indeed prepared by Yinghua for her junior sister.
The Yinghua before my eyes is Yinghua, yet it is not Yinghua.
This Yinghua was indeed a sixth-grade Spirit Venerable, quite different from the previous two Yinghua she had seen. Her aura had changed significantly, though it bore some resemblance to the Yinghua she had seen in Green Mountain.
It seems that after the test of time, the brilliance of each level of film is different.
Linghu Lan thought for a moment, then turned her gaze and said with a smile, "Since you have already killed Junior Sister Ji, I am of course not Junior Sister Ji. There is no Junior Sister Ji in this world anymore."
After Linghu Lan finished speaking, she stared intently at Ying Hua. This was her guess: with Ying Hua's strong possessiveness, she might actually kill her junior sister to vent her anger.
She slightly bent her fingers, concentrating her mind to prevent Yinghua from suddenly attacking her. Even in a dream, the strength of a sixth-grade Spirit Venerable should not be underestimated.
Yinghua glanced at her coldly, ignoring Linghu Lan's speculations, and looked at the pebbles in the stream, her whole being as calm as a stagnant pool.
"You're right. I killed Junior Sister and Liang Xiaobai, and I destroyed Dream Spirit Island. Since you can enter my dream, you must be a descendant of Dream Spirit Island. What's your name?"
Linghu Lan's heart sank immediately. Unable to obtain love, he killed the entire family. This possessiveness truly broke through the sky and rushed into the universe.
"It's cold!"
"Ji Liang?" Yinghua frowned. "The baby girl that Shenji rescued? You've grown up so much. You can enter my dream. It seems that Junior Sister Ji must have passed on her dream-entering ability to you?"
"So, my junior sister is my mother?"
"Didn't the divine planner tell you?"
“He’s not as cold and aloof as you. He hasn’t been willing to tell me yet.” Speaking of Shenji, Linghu Lan couldn’t help but smile, her sweetness overflowing.
Yinghua's face was ashen. "No wonder he's Liang Xiaobai's wretched child, daring to harbor such inappropriate thoughts about his master."
“You have deep feelings for a married woman, which shows your low character. Moreover, she has no feelings for you. Shenji and I, on the other hand, are mutually in love. So, who is the one who is guilty?”
Yinghua fell silent, seemingly acknowledging that Linghu Lan was right. This surprised Linghu Lan, who then asked after a moment's thought, "Only Junior Sister Ji can enter this dream? Junior Sister Ji is already dead, so what's the point of creating this dream?"
Yinghua gave Linghu Lan a strange look: "You call your mother 'Junior Sister'?"
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