Perhaps sensing Linghu Lan's distress, Meng Xiaofei quieted down and cautiously asked, "Senior Sister, what's wrong?"
Linghu Lan thought for a moment and said, "It's nothing, I should practice my skills."
Even in the Dharma-ending Age, strength still reigns supreme; she had been far too negligent before.
Moreover, she felt that since Heaven had bestowed upon Ji Liang the ability to enter dreams, it must have been for no reason. There must be a purpose behind it. Most importantly, judging from Shenji's words and actions, Ji Liang probably also carried a deep-seated hatred.
In the past, Shenji had carefully taught Jiliang, probably so that one day Jiliang could take revenge. However, he never expected that the events that followed would be so convoluted. Jiliang was not only stolen away, but also stabbed to death by Mo Sheng'er, and then Shenji himself came into Jiliang's body...
Linghu Lan sighed silently. Now that she had taken over Ji Liang's body, she should take on the important task of revenge.
Meng Xiaofei looked at Linghu Lan and asked cautiously, "Senior Sister, where are you going to practice? Do you need me to protect you?"
Upon uttering the words "protector," Meng Xiaofei felt an inexplicable sense of pride, like a chivalrous hero upholding justice and fairness.
Linghu Lan suppressed a laugh and said softly, "No need! My training method is rather special. If you want to stay here, then stay here. If not, you should go back to school and let your teacher know you're safe."
Having said that, he flashed into a dreamscape on the wall.
That was a dream obtained from Yinghua, a dream of a seventh-grade spiritual master.
Linghu Lan had never seen it before and was very curious. She wanted to study it carefully before going into seclusion to cultivate, hoping to find some clues.
Once inside Yinghua's dream, thousands of swords were pointed at Linghu Lan.
Linghu Lan instinctively flew up, and the swords whistled from all directions, 'piercing' the spot where she had just been standing.
"That was close!" Linghu Lan patted her chest.
Although in a normal dream, if a person dies in a dream, it is merely a passive exit from the dream and has no impact on their real life.
However, Yinghua's dream gave her a different feeling. She had a sudden illusion that if she had actually been hit by those swords, she might have returned to the real world, but it would have caused her psychological damage. This meant that Yinghua's dream might be slowly materializing, forming real weapons capable of harming a person's consciousness.
Other people's dreams are illusions, but Yinghua's dreams are very likely to be real, which is quite remarkable.
Linghu Lan continued to walk forward cautiously, when suddenly a young man appeared in front of her. The young man had exceptionally handsome features and was clearly a young Yinghua.
Linghu Lan looked at Yinghua with puzzlement, once again confirming in her heart that the higher the level, the more detailed the dream, even to the point of being indistinguishable from reality. Most of the dreams Linghu Lan had collected in the past were exaggerated, obviously illusory scenes, but Yinghua's dreams were terrifyingly realistic, almost a reproduction of everyday life.
Yinghua looked at Linghu Lan with a grin and said, "Junior Sister, why are you only arriving now?"
Linghu Lan's heart skipped a beat, but her expression remained calm as she asked, "Who are you? Why are you calling me junior sister?"
Yinghua frowned, her face showing extreme displeasure, and said coldly, "Junior Sister Ji, what's wrong with you? Have you really forgotten me? What's so good about him?"
Linghu Lan was completely stunned. How was she supposed to answer that?
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