inspire-indiana Chapter 374 She is our mother
Chapter 374 She is our mother
Xue Lan knew that sometimes her words could be very hurtful.
No... it's less about hurting people's feelings and more about cruelty.
No sooner had the cruel words fallen than a white, murderous aura flew directly toward the woman's face.
It was like a sharp sword aura.
Xue Lan used her footwork to step on the void, her figure like a gray shadow, dodging the fatal blow. She wondered in her heart if Ling Yuanzi had seen through her attributes back then and decided to teach her this.
Xue Lan landed lightly on the ground, like a piece of black gauze fluttering gently in a breeze.
But before the woman could even stand firmly on the ground, another bluish-green light streaked across the air in front of her and flew toward Xue Lan's chest.
Xue Lan has a good habit: she will never provoke others without backup.
The woman's greyish-white eyes were calm and still, like dusty mirrors. Ancient and serene.
Xue Lan didn't move, obediently staying in place, feeling the murderous light approaching her.
"Zheng!"
Just as the light was about to fall on her chest, Xue Lan heard a sharp impact sound.
A gentle breeze brushed past her ear, ruffling the strands of hair around Xue Lan's ear.
A ghostly silver figure appeared in front of Xue Lan at the critical moment.
The man's silver-white clothes were embroidered with magnificent red plum blossoms amidst the heavy snow.
It looks like a painting, displaying its elegance and spirit.
He Yaocai looked at the person who appeared in front of Xue Lan, her expression changed slightly, and a struggle flashed in her eyes.
But in the end, the woman gritted her teeth and spoke:
"Mei An, get out of the way!"
The woman blocking Xue Lan's path sheathed her long sword and said succinctly:
"The Lord wants to see her."
Xue Lan squinted slightly, looking adorably憨态可掬 (simple and honest). Like a big rabbit.
The fact that Senior Qingliu wants to see her suggests that he already knows about Senior Lei Kui's plan.
A hint of unease appeared on He Yaocai and the others' faces, but they still did not move aside.
The little girl, originally an iris flower, stood in front of Mei An, her voice heavy:
"Meian, you didn't want this either, did you?"
His tone was absolutely firm.
Mean's hand holding the scabbard trembled slightly, but he did not back down.
The woman's voice was as cold as a heavy snowfall in the dead of winter, carrying with it the chilling sound of a gust of wind:
"This is the Lord's choice!"
He Yaocai finally couldn't hold back anymore, her voice trembling with tears:
"But we don't want her to die!"
That is the lord of Yandu, the guardian of the ten thousand mountains deep in Siyaochuan, and their mother.
In Siyaochuan, not a single plant spirit could calmly watch Zhu Qing die.
Even Mei An, standing right in front of him.
Mean's heart was trembling, but she ultimately retained more rationality than her colleagues.
The woman calmly repeated what she had said before:
"This is the Lord's decision."
She would support whatever decision the Lord made.
A ring of silvery light rippled across the long sword in the woman's hand:
“If you obstruct my view of the Lord’s will, do not blame me for showing no mercy with my longsword.”
Xue Tong watched as the atmosphere between the people in front of her grew increasingly tense, but she remained completely calm.
Both sides are old monsters at the late Nascent Soul stage or above. If they were to shout and kill each other over a single word from Xue Lan, then this entire realm, after the Tongtian Green Willow withers, probably won't exist for much longer.
Thinking of this, Xue Lan slowly took two steps back and quietly took out the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map, which had long been unrecognizable, from her sleeve.
Just as Xue Tong was furtively putting on the tattered robe, another aura appeared within the range of her divine sense.
This aura wasn't unfamiliar; Xue Lan had seen it not long ago.
It was none other than Qian Zheng, whom he had met once in Yunchuan County.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for a woman dressed in light gray to land in front of Xue Lan.
“Miss Xue is just a junior. If she can’t control her tongue, I can pluck it out and use it as fertilizer.”
Qian Zheng's voice carried a threatening laugh. After speaking, Xue Lan looked at the various demons present:
"What do you want to do? Do you want to tear Yandu apart?"
The woman's voice was filled with anger; with just one sentence, both sides, who were on the verge of drawing their swords, laid down their weapons.
He Yaocai looked at Qian Zheng in front of her:
"Sister Qian..."
"Tao He!" Qian Zheng waved her sleeve, and the pressure of the late-stage Nascent Soul stage knocked He Yaocai to the ground. The woman flew back a few meters before being caught by her sisters behind her, and couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.
Xue Lan slowly shook her head:
A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator facing a late-stage Deity Transformation cultivator is still too much of a stretch.
Qian Zheng's voice was even colder than Mei An's, each word sharp and piercing, like a knife thrusting straight into someone's chest:
"We have no right to interfere with the decisions made by the Lord."
"Just take care of yourself..."
After saying this, Qian Zheng looked at Xue Lan again, a gentle smile on her face.
The woman in the gray robe gestured to Xue Lan in invitation:
"Miss Xue Lan, my master invites you."
Xue Lan noticed the rapid change in the man's expression and gave a stiff smile, looking like a lifeless puppet.
The inner demon within his consciousness toyed with the wine glass in his hand, his voice faint:
"Xue Lan, you've come here today to discuss matters with the Demon Lord of Green Willow."
"When it comes to discussing matters, you can't let her subordinates intimidate you."
The woman slowly placed the teacup on the table, making a crisp sound.
"You are not a junior who can be easily manipulated and intimidated!"
"Slapping someone and then giving them a treat is a dog training method, but you're not a dog."
Xue Lan spoke softly, "I know."
She knew that the flower and tree envoys in front of her regarded her as a young girl with some powerful connections.
He regarded the Soul-Guiding Sword in his hand as a prop brought by himself, the gullible one, specifically to keep Zhu Qing alive.
The truth she told earlier did make these people uncomfortable.
However, the actions of these flower tree envoys made her even more uncomfortable.
The inner demon continued to bewitch Xue Lan, its voice filled with excitement and trembling.
Let's teach them a lesson!
Xue Lan looked at Qian Zheng in front of her and called out to Xiao Hun in her mind.
"Daughter, are you feeling wronged?"
The innocent little soul replied in a sweet, soft voice, "I'm not wronged, Your Majesty!"
Xue Lan then spoke to her inner demon:
“My daughter said she wasn’t wronged, so let’s just let it go.”
The inner demon felt that Xue Lan had tricked him again, and said coldly:
"Xue Lan, is this fun?"
"Fun!"
Xue Lan's voice carried a hint of manic laughter.
"Why would I want to make fun of you when I'm at odds with Yan?"