Chapter 1527: Bai Meng nodded, Bai Xinlan hesitated

Bai Xinlan did not give an answer, after thinking for a long time, she did not directly answer the ancestor's question, choosing to evade.

It should be said that she also had no answer in her heart, did not know how to respond, and needed time to think.

Thus, she sought out Holy Maiden Bai Meng to ask about this disciple's answer.

"Bai Meng, if you were to marry into the Qinglong Daoren of Longshe Shan, how do you feel?"

"Directly asking, without beating around the bush, Bai Xinlan just wanted to know an answer, to see what Bai Meng thought in her heart, whether she was willing to marry."

Bai Meng blinked, then asked: "Clan Chief, is this the clan's intention?"

Bai Xinlan waved her hand: "It's not exactly that; it's just that our ties with Longshe Shan are gradually deepening, and we want to go further. Besides marriage, I can't think of any other way, and the ancestor also agrees to this marriage approach. I want to ask for your opinion."

To be honest, Bai Xinlan is afraid that this disciple will see through her inner thoughts, and also afraid that she will know everything. One cannot say that Qinglong Daoren wants them to go together rather than alone; Bai Xinlan only dared to tell the ancestor about this, and others still don't know.

Bai Meng raised her head, staring at Bai Xinlan, seeing those eyes, Bai Xinlan felt a little flustered, not knowing why, she truly feared making eye contact with this disciple; that gaze was direct, able to see through people's hearts.

Bai Xinlan made eye contact for a while, then looked elsewhere, not directly meeting her gaze.

Bai Meng began to mutter to herself: "Master, did they put forward some request you cannot accept?"

"What could the request be? Surely it's not that Qinglong Daoren has taken a fancy to you, Master, wanting you to marry into their family?"

When she asked this question, Bai Meng stared fixedly at Bai Xinlan, checking the master's reaction; indeed, the master reacted, and strongly, although she hid it well, Bai Meng still saw it.

Bai Meng then knew it was like that; she felt relatively comfortable with Qinglong Daoren, this person is smart, sees the situation clearly, they have much to talk about, her words hold no special opinion for Qinglong Daoren, and she finds that way of getting along very comfortable.

As for marriage, she feels no aversion, nor does she feel the need to refuse.

Rather… she stared at the clan chief; from the clan chief's reaction, it seemed her guess was true.

Qinglong Daoren indeed took a fancy to the clan chief, or rather, that side either wants both or refuses marriage altogether; in any case, it is not what the clan chief wants, so they simply gave her an unacceptable condition.

"Master, have you agreed?"

"No." After answering, Bai Xinlan realized she had slipped up, immediately covered her mouth, but unfortunately it was already too late.

Bai Meng had calculated all of this, and moreover, she had schemed against her.

Bai Meng nodded: "Indeed so; I also know he will take a fancy to you, Master. Qinglong Daoren is very smart; he will certainly choose you, Master—either both of us, or neither."

"According to my understanding of him, he definitely wants both; I don't know if I'm right, Master?"

Bai Xinlan fell silent; facing this disciple was more headache-inducing than facing the ancestor; her thoughts were instantly seen through by her. Previously, Bai Meng had been hiding herself, but now she no longer needs to.

Strictly speaking, Bai Meng's talent is somewhat similar to the ancestor's; she excels at Luotian Calculation. Within the entire Luotian White Snake Clan, only Bai Meng possesses this talent, and the ancestor also transmitted it to her long ago, to prevent this secret art from being lost, passing it down in advance.

Bai Meng lived up to expectations, entered the path, and as she continually cultivated, Luotian Calculation deepened, reaching the level of the Luotian Ancestor; this secret art judges talent, and the strength of talent is immediately apparent.

Effort is of little use.

Talent crushes everything; Bai Meng's talent is truly frightening.

Bai Xinlan took a deep breath: "You've seen through everything, Bai Meng."

"How did you know?"

This matter is known only to her and the ancestor; the ancestor would not tell her, so could it be her own guesswork, or is it due to Luotian Calculation?

Bai Meng said nothing, but looked smug.

"Master, you have sold yourself out; moreover, the disciple knows you went to Longshe Shan once and then left angrily."

"If time permitted, the disciple would certainly go to Longshe Shan to inquire about the specific reasons."

Bai Meng had no scruples, openly stating her plans; Bai Xinlan did not dwell on this issue, since the disciple had figured it out, there was no need to conceal.

"Not bad, Qinglong Daoren indeed has taken a fancy to us, wanting us to marry together; I disagree, but the ancestor's side hopes I will agree—what do you think, Bai Meng?" Bai Xinlan really had no alternative, she asked for this disciple's opinion.

Bai Meng asked in surprise: "The ancestor agreed?"

Bai Xinlan nodded, then transmitted the specific reasons to her, relaying everything Ancestor Bai Qingshuang had told her to Bai Meng without concealment; after speaking, Bai Xinlan felt much relieved.

"The matter is simply this: the ancestor calculated that our fate is related to that person; do you think this is true or false?"

Bai Meng fell silent, her heart began to calculate.

After a while, Bai Meng stared fixedly at Bai Xinlan; Bai Xinlan's inner panic was great, that gaze was terrifying.

"Gurgle." Bai Xinlan choked out: "Bai Meng, don't scare me."

"You won't have agreed to this matter, will you?"

Bai Meng nodded: "Master, first of all, let me clarify: the disciple has no objection to marrying; for Master, for the Luotian White Snake Clan, and for myself, the disciple is willing."

"The Luotian White Snake Clan has nurtured the disciple for so long; it is time for the disciple to repay the clan, and the disciple cannot shirk this duty."

"As for your words, Master, you should think them over yourself; the disciple dares not help you decide."

Upon hearing this, Bai Xinlan understood the disciple's thoughts; she must have seen something that cannot be spoken of.

"Bai Meng, do you think I should go?" Bai Xinlan asked hesitantly, her heart uneasy.

Bai Meng gave a solemn smile: "Look at your choice, Master—do you want to become stronger, to be a Demon Emperor among Demon Emperors, or choose to hunker down in the Luotian White Snake Clan, continuing as your clan chief?"

"What do you mean?" Bai Xinlan asked.

"Naturally, there is: if you want to transform, to become a true Strong One, then go with the disciple to Longshe Shan; there lies our fate, what exactly it is, the disciple does not know, only knowing that in the future we will become very strong."

"If this opportunity is missed, then that's how it will remain—both you and Master, everything is closely tied to Longshe Shan."

At that moment, Bai Meng saw a hint of something, blurry though it was, but she could recognize it—that was Longshe Shan, that place, unmistakable.

Thereafter, nothing more could be seen; Bai Meng dared not continue calculating, yet she persisted, and her body could not endure.

Perhaps it is some unseen guidance that allowed her to glimpse a bit of the future.