Linghu Lan smiled, unconcerned, and scoffed, "Since you killed her with your own hands, why pretend to be so devoted and fight for these titles for her? Aren't you just disgusting the deceased?"
"Hmph, what do you know? Although I scattered all her power back then, as long as she didn't give birth to you, she wouldn't have died even if she had killed you with her own hands, you wretched creature."
Yinghua's words were as cold as knives, flying into Linghu Lan's heart and causing her excruciating pain.
Linghu Lan sighed, "If you ask a mother to choose between her own life and her child's life, nine and a half out of ten women in this world would choose their child. If Ji Shimei really chose her own life as you wish, she would have been the same as you long ago, and she would have followed you long ago. Why would she have followed Liang Xiaobai? You have never understood Ji Shimei from beginning to end."
Yinghua remained silent for a long time, and he eventually understood the reasoning behind it. "You're so young, yet you know so much."
Linghu Lan laughed and said, "Do you really love your junior sister? Let me ask you a question: if you had to choose between cultivation and your junior sister, would you choose your junior sister or the cultivation resources that could help you advance to the ninth-grade Spirit Ancestor?"
Yinghua did not answer, but a dark aura gradually emanated from her, slowly seeping into the stream, stones, trees, and grass, causing them to disappear without a trace.
Darkness crept towards Linghu Lan, the boundless blackness seeming to engulf her. Linghu Lan sighed, "I know your answer. You must have chosen the cultivation resources that would allow you to advance to the ninth-grade Spirit Ancestor, right? And you actually did it, didn't you? The reason you destroyed Dream Spirit Island, I think, was not only to win over your junior sister's heart, but also to seize the cultivation resources on Dream Spirit Island? Am I right?"
"You really know a lot."
"It's not that much. Love, hate, grudges, gains and losses, when you think about it, it's nothing more than these things. It's not hard to guess what you're thinking."
A cold smile crept across Yinghua's ruthless face. "You know so much, but have you ever thought about how you should die?"
"I've thought about it!"
"Oh!" Yinghua looked at the confident and composed woman in front of her with some curiosity.
Linghu Lan smoothed a strand of long hair that had fallen beside her ear and laughed, "I'll definitely die after you."
After saying that, she looked up at the sky.
In the sky.
Thunderclouds rolled and surged from afar, flashing countless sparks in the sky above the dreamscape.
Yinghua's eyes darkened. He was a character created by Yinghua, an image left behind, and did not fully possess Yinghua's judgment.
Although he felt something was strange, he didn't believe that Linghu Lan really had the ability to summon thunder. So, he continued to make hand seals and attack Linghu Lan.
The boundless darkness, thick as ink, enveloped Linghu Lan, and a suffocating feeling washed over her.
Linghu Lan focused her mind, and a door suddenly opened beneath Yinghua's feet.
Yinghua, however, seemed to have been prepared. With a light leap, she flew into the sky.
One after another, bolts of five-colored lightning rolled down from the sky, striking Yinghua squarely. Muffled groans and screams echoed from the heavens.
Linghu Lan: "..."
You choose not to take the path to hell, but you barge into the gates of heaven when there are none.
The way you ascended to heaven was so cool, who else would be struck by lightning if not you?
Showing off will get you struck by lightning—remember that?
#SpeechlessSystem: The person who should remember this most is you!#
Linghu Lan had no desire to linger in the dream any longer. She quickly broke through the dream before her and ventured into its innermost layer.
Inside, he had expected to see Yinghua, a seventh-grade Spirit Saint.
However, no. She saw a woman there.
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