She had cleared the poisonous birthmark from her body, taught her cultivation techniques, and set her upon the path of cultivation, freeing her from the shackles of the mortal world and turning her into a cultivator admired by others. Therefore, Long Yanran's feelings toward Long Aotian were very complicated.
But one thing was certain: Long Yanran and Xue'er's ways of thinking were bound to overlap heavily. They believed everything Long Aotian said; whatever Long Aotian said went, and wherever Long Aotian pointed, they struck. That was the basic operating procedure for this model of harem.
"Don't you have a grudge against that Long Aotian? Why are you helping someone from his Lineage?"
"Wait." Li Xunxian frowned, then seemed to suddenly come to a realization. "You sly Bai Lan, you actually enjoy watching members of the same clan turn against each other!"
"How could that be? I merely wanted to save an innocent, miserable young girl and let her embark upon the path of cultivation. Am I wrong? Was I doing this just to anger Long Aotian? I did it all for that poor child named Yanran!" Bai Lan wore an innocent expression. "Remember, after she undergoes Qi Induction, have her swear an absolutely loyal Heart Demon Vow~"
"Hmph, of course I know that." Li Xunxian gave a soft snort, then lowered her head to look at the black aura covering her entire body, immediately feeling troubled.
With this miserable, vicious-ghost appearance of hers, black aura billowing around her and an eerie chill radiating from her, wherever a Ghost Cultivator passed, bone-piercing cold followed... Forget taking that little girl as a disciple—if she did not scare her into tears, that would already be fortunate.
She had always acted alone, yet now she was living under another's roof. Not only was her