Bai Lan stood amid the crowd, watching the show unfold.
Above, the two old monsters at the Tribulation Crossing stage traded barbs back and forth. For now, True Lord Lingxiao held the upper hand.
Below, Bai Ling, who had been knocked unconscious by the pressure, was surrounded by her two harem members as they treated her injuries and fed her pills. The Qiong Yao drama was playing out for the third time.
Yet some people simply could not stand seeing Bai Lan peacefully enjoy the spectacle. A wail edged with tears suddenly rang out behind her.
"You're actually not dead, sob!!!"
Bai Lan turned around and saw Nan Xianshi's face, full of disbelief.
"Mm-hm." Bai Lan nodded. "Barring any surprises, I'm invincible."
Nan Xianshi had still been immersed in the joyous emotion of regaining a friend she thought lost, but Bai Lan's single sentence instantly destroyed the entire atmosphere.
She was as confident in her own life as ever!
"Hmph." She snorted. "Because you vanished and then suddenly reappeared, you missed the chance to carve up the Golden Armored Lion and gather the spirit herbs from that garden. So? Aren't you upset?"
Bai Lan: "..."
"If you soften your tone and beg this Martial Aunt a little, it's not as though I can't share some things with you. After all, I'm an inner sect disciple, so I have considerably more on hand than you do." Nan Xianshi raised an eyebrow.
Bai Lan: "...No, no need."
If they gave her any more, her conscience would not be able to bear it.
Though the rules of the cultivation world were that whoever encountered an opportunity first got it, and ownerless things belonged to the first person to obtain them.
Still, these people had diligently followed the proper process to fight the Golden