When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Xiao Shengsheng quickly understood, her small, adorable mouth opening and closing in delight: "Okay, brother! Okay, sister-in-law!"

Good heavens. Chu Xianlan was so engrossed in Xiao Shengsheng's promising future that she couldn't sleep.

Who do you think invented Xiao Xiaomei?

Xiao Huandu grabbed Wei Jin's hand and pressed it against his face, displaying a relentless, almost obsessive determination, and said with a dazed look in his eyes:

"Master..."

Xiao Shengsheng tugged at Wei Jin's clothes, her ears drooping, her tail wagging, and said pitifully:

"Sister-in-law..."

When brothers and sisters are of one mind, even the most powerful forces can overcome any obstacle.

This is incredibly bizarre. It's truly a wonder of the cultivation world.

Wei Jin's lips trembled like a firecracker that had gone off without a fuse. He couldn't stand the sight of it and stormed off in anger.

The scene was in complete chaos. Seeing that Xiao Huandu was still trying to chase after them, Chu Xianlan was extremely worried. She grabbed Xiao Shengsheng with her left hand and Xiao Huandu with her right hand, keeping the two siblings, who had been wronged by each other, in place.

"Don't go if you don't want to die!"

"But..." Xiao Huandu wanted to say something, but a candied hawthorn was stuffed into his mouth.

"But sister-in-law, oh..." Xiao Shengsheng jumped up and was also given one.

Chu Xianlan handed the remaining half of the candied hawthorn to Xiao Xiaomei, then pulled her brother towards the corner, exclaiming with heartache, "You rebellious wretch, what's wrong with you!"

Xiao Huandu leaned against the wall, his eyes vacant.

For countless years, he had always regarded a stunningly beautiful woman with a captivating charm, a slender waist, and long legs as his ideal mate. He remembered that in those unspeakable dreams he had when he woke up in his youth, the faceless phantom was just such a person.

Therefore, Xiao Huandu was convinced that this was the type of girl he liked.

...He's so stupid.

Such a person is always by your side.

Xiao Huandu chewed on a candied hawthorn and hummed, "...I've figured it out. So I like him, huh?"

Chu Xianlan felt that if things continued like this, he might have to have brain surgery.

"No, I have to find a way to get Master to forgive me." Xiao Huandu shuddered, a sharp light flashing in his eyes as he stared intently at Chu Xianlan, wishing he could see a hole through his face.

The intense gaze sent a chill down Chu Xianlan's spine; she had a feeling this man couldn't possibly utter anything good.

"Brother, how did you manage to win over your master? You're so experienced in this area, teach me!!"

Because of his excitement, Xiao Huandu's breathing became very rapid. Even though he had a handsome and rugged face with deep and striking eyes, he still looked a bit perverted when he made that gesture.

Chu Xianlan was thunderstruck: "…………" Lies!!

Thanks for the invitation, but I have no obligation to teach!

I have never committed such rebellious acts!

After finally managing to drag the two wolves back to the courtyard, a white figure stood waiting in front of the door in the distance.

The swordsman stood tall and elegant, dressed in white with a dark cloak hanging from his arm. As Chu Xianlan approached quickly, the warm cloak was naturally draped over the young man's shoulders.

Yi Chen lowered his head, his silver hair falling naturally, and asked, "How is it?"

The question was about the effects of meditation and breath regulation.

Chu Xianlan smiled and said, "This disciple feels that I have gained something."

Yi Chen turned to the side, his tall figure shielding Chu Xianlan from the oncoming wind, and gently pushed the boy's back.

"Let's go inside and talk."

After a while.

The group sat around the table, and several spirits of heaven and earth were also present. Wei Jin chose a spot furthest away from Xiao Huandu.

No matter how eagerly Xiao Huandu looked at him, Wei Jin didn't even glance at him, clearly furious this time.

Just as the atmosphere became awkward, Linlang rushed over.

The reason why Chu Xianlan is experiencing dantian pain, spiritual energy dissipation, and physical exhaustion is that the spiritual energy belonging to the Heavenly Spiritual Root within her body is awakening.

Those who steal spiritual roots sense this and thus want to rebel, using forbidden techniques to fight for ownership of the spiritual roots.

In essence, there is only one Heavenly Spiritual Root.

It cannot exist in two people at the same time.

Therefore, as the opponent gains strength, the stronger the opponent becomes, the weaker Chu Xianlan becomes.

After several days of observation, the witch doctor proposed two solutions:

First, find the person who stole the spiritual root and transplant the Heavenly Spiritual Root back into Chu Xianlan's body.

Secondly, by harnessing the power of the spirits of heaven and earth, a completely new spiritual root can be quickly reshaped.

The shaman analyzed the pros and cons and concluded that the solution was either to transplant a spiritual root or to reshape it.

Wei Jin leaned against the door frame, raised an eyebrow and said, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's just choose the first method."

Yan Ling rubbed his hands together in agreement.

"This is great! It solves the problem at its source, it's simple and straightforward, and it returns the item to its rightful owner."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Shengsheng, who was sitting in the corner holding the Earth Spirit, wiggled his ears and whispered, "If that's the case, what will happen to the Crown Prince of Nancang without his spiritual root?"

"His life is probably in danger," the witch doctor said solemnly. "He has been cultivating with the Heavenly Spiritual Root for many years, and they are already deeply intertwined and bound together. Forcibly separating the spiritual root is equivalent to removing the foundation of his cultivation. Even if he survives the ordeal, his cultivation will be completely destroyed."

"He's been taking advantage of others for so long, the wronged should be held accountable, it would be better if he died. I think this is a win-win situation, a complete wipeout, killing two birds with one stone!" Yan Ling was indeed a master at stirring up trouble, excitedly spouting three words in a row.

"No, it's not that simple." Xue Ling shook her head.

The imperial palace is located in Yuntian City, which is situated in the core area of ​​the entire cultivation world. It is heavily guarded from the inside out, and equipped with weapons made of Thousand-Condensed Cold Iron that are specifically designed to counter half-demons.

To the cultivators who were unaware of the truth, the act of rashly breaking into the imperial city to seize spiritual roots was tantamount to assassinating the crown prince in public, and would surely be met with a united attack.

Let's leave that aside.

Most of them carried exorbitantly priced kill orders, making them like walking high-grade spirit stones.

Another point.

The Southern Cang royal family is backed by the strongest force in the cultivation world—the Three Phases Venerable.

The ancestor who had reached the Tribulation Transcending stage had been in seclusion for many years and had not been involved in worldly affairs. However, the Three Ministers had guarded the palace for many years. If anyone threatened the royal bloodline, how could they sit idly by?

"Oh dear, then Xianlan is also of royal blood~" Hualing muttered, "Shouldn't that Third Minister treat everyone equally and protect Xianlan?"

The room fell completely silent.

Even the spirits of heaven and earth are still ignorant and innocent, with only a superficial understanding of human nature, thinking that things can be easily resolved. But how could Yi Chen and the others not understand this?

There's no need to even think about it.

As the teacher who has taught the Crown Prince since childhood, will the Venerable Three Phases protect Ji Ran, or will he help a Third Prince of unknown origin who should have died nineteen years ago?

The answer is obvious.

None of them spoke, but Hua Ling suddenly remembered something and flew to the table to stop: "Hey, well, speaking of which... does that Crown Prince know that his Heavenly Spiritual Root comes from Xian Lan?"

Her little face was full of confusion as she continued, "...I don't understand. If the Crown Prince and Xianlan were really brothers, they were just babies in swaddling clothes back then. They wouldn't have had the ability to steal anyone's spiritual root, right?"

"Could the Crown Prince also be innocent?"