The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

It was a rare and valuable item, but Qin Yangjun didn't care about that; his attention was entirely on the scroll.

This scroll clearly belongs to a human cultivator, and Qin Yangjun probed it with his divine sense.

This is a martial art called the Withered Wood Palm, but its rank is unknown.

Qin Yangjun then put away the withered wood palm, originally intending to give the ten-thousand-year-old willow core to Yu Lingyue.

However, Yu Lingyue refused. She already had the Blood Spirit Diagram, so it would be somewhat inappropriate to take anything else.

Then Qin Yangjun wanted to give this thing to Ling'er, but after thinking about it carefully, he still had no clue about Ling'er's sleeping problem.

If her strength increases too quickly, how long will she remain asleep when she breaks through next?

So after much deliberation, the ten-thousand-year-old willow tree core fell into Mi Hua's hands, and after obtaining it, Mi Hua swallowed it without saying a word.

It has a similar feel to Pigsy eating ginseng fruit.

After it was all over, he added another comment.

"Sweet..."

Looking at Mi Hua's silly expression, Qin Yangjun couldn't help but regret giving her the willow core. But since she had already eaten it, he couldn't expect her to spit it out.

"Oh dear, what's going on? How could Young Master only think of others and not even ask what you think? You've been with him the longest! Yes, Young Master isn't that heartless. It must be these people, these wicked women, they've bewitched him..."

At this moment, that ethereal voice rang in Ling'er's ears again, but Ling'er was at peace.

She didn't know whose voice it was; she only knew that the voice carried a lot of resentment.

Moreover, this voice can control one's words and actions to a certain extent, preventing one from speaking out about her affairs.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Heh, don't you understand yet? I am you. I am the words you dare not say, the things you dare not think. Why do you even deceive yourself?"

Ling'er frowned.

"Nonsense! I don't harbor such resentment as you. I have no hatred for Lingyu and the others. I was just a maid, taken in by the sect leader, which saved my life. It was the young master who gave me a home..."

But there's someone else in your home now!

The ethereal voice's words pierced Ling'er's heart like a needle. She remained silent, and the voice, as if sensing something, continued:

"Hehe...whether you admit it or not..."