"By then, not only will he be unable to resolve the civil strife caused by him, but it will instead lead to the situation becoming increasingly out of control."
"The Immortal Veins will be completely torn apart, maybe..."
Taking a deep breath, the civet cat silently closed its mouth, not daring to say anything.
Su Xinglan suddenly agreed: "That makes sense."
After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Since the four forces within the Immortal Vein are like water and fire, why did the Seventh Elder and the Eighth Elder hand over me, a person with destiny who knows the destiny and the Dharma, to the old woman of Dongyang?"
"Well, I don't mean to flatter myself by saying this, but I just can't understand it."
"Knowing destiny and dharma is the gift of a saint innately, and the body of a saint the day after tomorrow. To put it simply, as long as I, Su Xinglan, do not die, and as long as I can go smoothly to the end, I will surely ascend to the sixteen great worlds and become the fairy world after Kyoshi.
The second saint.”
"No matter which side gets me, there is hope if I am there. This is a fact."
Speaking casually, Su Xinglan raised his head and chest, and said arrogantly: "Otherwise, why would the old woman in Dongyang imprison me here just because I have three souls and seven souls without a physical body?"
The civet cat scratched its head and said with a strange expression: "It's true that you are a person created by nature, but have you ever thought about it, you are also an extremely hot potato."
Su Xinglan was dumbfounded and said: "What do you mean?"
Li Huamao said quietly: "The current situation in Xianmai is a stalemate. There is a stalemate on all sides. No one can do anything to anyone."
"And once external forces intervene and break this balance, what do you think they will do?"
Su Xinglan's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously answered: "You will let me die, and you will never let me grow up."
The civet cat jumped on the couch and swung on the swing as if no one was watching: "Just because the elders don't want you doesn't mean they don't want you."
"But those eight old antiques know very well that they don't want you, and they can't keep you."
"Instead of attracting the eyeing attention of Ji Sunyan, why not be a favor and "gift" you to Mr. Dongyang, who is the weakest and has a scheming hatred with Ji Sunyan..."
"Well, Lord Dongyang."
Su Xinglan was almost led astray. The civet cat blurted out "Old Lady Dongyang" but suppressed it in his stomach, and instead shouted "Lord Dongyang" respectfully.
Su Xinglan couldn't help laughing, and laughed loudly: "Coward."
The civet cat broke out in cold sweat and ran away cursing.
It swore never to talk to that lonely ghost again.
Mom, I was almost taken into the gutter and lost my life.
"It's boring, you can't even make a joke, right?"
The smile faded little by little until it completely disappeared.
Su Xinglan stood under the eaves and watched the civet cat leave, his lazy expression gradually becoming serious.
"Can the old woman protect me?"
Talking to myself, mumbling to myself.
After a while, he turned around and floated into the hall, with a green light faintly beating between his eyebrows.
It was a bare shadow of a small tree, growing its first leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Su Xinglan looked in pain and covered his forehead with his hands.
"I, what's wrong with me."
His steps staggered, and his soul became even thinner.
The next moment, his whole body trembled and he knelt down, and the power of laws that only a semi-saint could understand surged around his body.