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Chapter 539 Great Elder

Qing Sang was about to go to the high platform to confirm if it was Song Yunting up there when she suddenly heard voices coming from the other side of the stone chamber. She immediately slipped to another spot to hide herself, and saw that the stone door opened and two people walked in. One was the saintess Lan Ying, and the other was a middle-aged man in a white robe.

"There are quite a lot of people this time," the middle-aged man said, looking at the disciples on the platform.

"What's the use of having more? We'll see who survives to the end. None of the last batch succeeded; so much holy blood was wasted." Lan Ying scoffed, her tone tinged with annoyance. She paused, then her voice betrayed hesitation: "Could it be... that his method was wrong?"

"Who knows! That guy is a madman, he actually sealed himself up along with the secret room." The middle-aged man said angrily.

Lan Ying curled her lips: "If he hadn't been seriously injured for some reason, do you think we would have had the chance to push him to that point? If he were alright, you would probably still be hiding in the shadows like rats, not daring to even look him in the eye, let alone have the chance to enter the temple."

"Lan Ying, you'd better watch your mouth. The matter hasn't been accomplished yet, and you haven't become the Holy Master of the Gu Clan. I'm still your grandfather in name only." Hearing the contempt in Lan Ying's tone, he spoke angrily.

So this middle-aged man was the Grand Elder, but he was far too young. This thought had barely crossed her mind when Lan Ying's next words cleared things up.

"Ha! If this batch doesn't work, I can wait for the next batch. After all, I'm still young and have plenty of time. But you, by secretly creating me, a half-pureblood, can only bring you back to your prime. If you want to maintain immortality, you still need to rely on purebloods! It's not pleasant to experience the taste of aging again, is it?" Lan Ying mercilessly poked at the Grand Elder's sore spot, her tone devoid of any respect, but instead filled with hatred.

The elder, his thoughts exposed, flashed a hint of annoyance, but for some reason, he suppressed it again. "You've really grown up!"

Lan Ying, brimming with confidence, declared, "Then I must thank you for your guidance!" She spoke the word "guidance" through gritted teeth. "And I will repay your guidance in return." "What do you mean?" The Grand Elder paused, seemingly sensing something, and swiftly raised his hand to grab Lan Ying's neck, but froze in place, his face filled with disbelief. "You... you actually dared to use a curse on me?"

Lan Ying tilted her head and watched as the fierce anger on the Grand Elder's face was slowly replaced by pain. Suddenly, she laughed, and then laughed louder and louder until she laughed more and more wildly, unable to stop. She was completely different from the mischievous person she had been pretending to be earlier.

The Grand Elder's exposed skin was covered with red veins, which upon closer inspection were his own blood vessels, all seemingly struggling to burst through his skin. His eyes were slowly also covered in red, his eyeballs bulging. Yet, he still spoke with a threatening tone: "You want to kill me? Without me, you could never become the Holy Lord."

Lan Ying laughed for a long time before slowly stopping, her voice low, as if talking to herself, yet every word was ruthless. "Dare? Of course I dare! From the moment I started learning Gu techniques, from the moment you threw me into the insect cave, from the moment I learned about my origins, I've been thinking every single moment about how to kill you. Compared to being the Holy Lord, watching you suffer and die miserably makes me happier. After all, every single second you lived disgusts me to the core."

"You madman... madman..." the elder cried out in anguish and anger.

"Heh, you're right, a madman's offspring is a little madman!" Lan Ying smiled crazedly, pulled out a mirror from her person, and held it up in front of the Grand Elder. "Enjoy your current appearance! This is a Gu that I painstakingly researched specifically for you."

The elder's blood vessels burst through his skin, rupturing piece by piece, spurting blood. As the blood drained away, his skin began to age instantly, and his hair turned white. Forced to watch his youthful face rapidly age in the mirror, his dream of immortality shattered, the elder forced a painful roar from his throat, hoarse and struggling, but his body could not move. Finally, when all the blood had drained away, only a skin remained lying on the ground in blood.

Lan Ying stood there, watching the Grand Elder's blood flow along the lines on the ground into the blood pool beneath—a place the Grand Elder had personally crafted, a place where he could build his dream of immortality. Only after the blood had completely drained did she burn the traces on the ground to ashes, then glanced at the central platform before turning and leaving.

The entire stone chamber fell silent. Qing Sang immediately flew to the central platform, where he finally saw the scene clearly. On the platform was a large, transparent sphere, and suspended in the center of the sphere was a naked person. Dozens of blood-red threads floated from his body, then spread across the sphere and extended to the platforms below. That person was none other than Song Yunting.