Chapter 367: Is this going to stir up trouble?

Under the splendid lights, Lin Xueyan deliberately rose to her feet, displaying her perfect figure to everyone, a befitting smile on her stunning face.

Her heart was filled with pride.

She became increasingly certain that the most correct thing she had done in this life was, five years ago, to cut open Ye Qingran's belly, extract her child, and take it to the Peak of Chasing Deer.

If she could do it again, she would definitely do it! Because that decision changed her life!

She went from being the eldest daughter of a second-rate family in a tiny country, defying heaven to change fate, to become the enviable goddess of the Peak of Chasing Deer; in the future she will become the mistress of the Peak of Chasing Deer, mother to the world, astonishing all.

Thinking of this, she smirked coldly in her heart.

She also has to thank Ye Qingran; if it weren't for her accidentally conceiving the bloodline of the Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of Chasing Deer, she wouldn't have this opportunity!

How should she thank Ye Qingran?

Let her be defiled by countless men, then leave her a whole corpse?

She is simply too kind!

Lin Xueyan looked at Ye Qingran with sympathy in her eyes.

Ye Qingran, you are truly pitiful!

The Lin family members now practically shared in the honor, especially Lin Zhishang, standing tall with his back straight, not knowing how imposing he was.

He, Lin Zhishang, simply has the blessings cultivated in a past life; otherwise how could he have fathered such an outstanding daughter?

The entire Lin family, thanks to Lin Xueyan alone achieving the Dao and ascending with her chickens and dogs, has leapt from a second-rate family to a top-tier family in the Central Region.

He thought of something, and asked casually yet loudly: "Xueyan, I heard that after you went to the Peak of Chasing Deer, your spiritual root evolved into a holy spiritual root—is that true?"

Lin Xueyan knew what Lin Zhishang was up to; she nodded indifferently, "Yes, this is all thanks to the Emperor Sovereign; if he hadn't bestowed Mysterious Force upon me, my spiritual root couldn't have evolved so quickly."

Everyone hearing this couldn't help but feel a tremor in their hearts.

Lin Xueyan, having evolved her spiritual root at the Peak of Chasing Deer, is now also a possessor of a holy spiritual root!

You know, holy spiritual roots are exceedingly rare; aside from Lin Xueyan, probably no one else here possesses one.

This isn't the most important. The most important is that Lin Xueyan says she is able to possess a holy spiritual root because of the Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of Chasing Deer.

To be able to bestow Mysterious Force upon Lin Xueyan, this Emperor Sovereign must dote on her greatly!

For a moment, everyone's gaze toward Lin Xueyan changed.

Lin Xueyan greatly enjoyed this feeling; her vanity was immensely satisfied. Although her spiritual root's evolution had nothing to do with the Emperor Sovereign bestowing Mysterious Force, it didn't matter, because others didn't know the truth, and whatever she said now, no one would refute.

Anyway, the Emperor Sovereign said not to disgrace the Peak of Chasing Deer; she saying this now doesn't disgrace it, right?

"Xueyan, you're amazing! A holy spiritual root—this is something we all dream of!" Dongfang Ling'er exclaimed, her eyes full of admiration as she looked at Lin Xueyan. Then her tone shifted, turning to Ye Qingran with a sarcastic edge: "Unlike some people, what good is being pretty if you don't even have a spiritual root!"

Ye Qingran, oddly singled out, suddenly became the focus again.

Xia Zhimeng wore an utterly speechless expression; after holding back for a while, she couldn't contain herself and sprang to her feet: "Thirteenth Princess, you must have been stuck in the deep palace so long your brain's rusted!" Anyone with a sane mind wouldn't say such things!

Dongfang Ling'er gritted her teeth in anger, wanting to retort, but Xia Zhimeng beat her to it.

"Who said my sister Ran has no spiritual root? She was born with a holy spiritual root, unlike some people who still need others' help!"

Lin Xueyan's face darkened.

"Besides, my sister Ran dares to crush a holy spiritual root in front of so many people; I dare ask, who among you has such backbone?"

Xia Zhimeng's gaze swept over everyone.

No one spoke.

That day, Ye Qingran extracted the holy spiritual root from Ye Huanhuan's belly, despising it for being soiled by others, and before countless people mercilessly crushed it into powder.

This matter is known to nearly everyone in Xiliang City.

Seeing Dongfang Ling'er about to rebut, Xia Zhimeng raised a hand and interrupted her again: "Don't say crushing her holy spiritual root is a waste of heavenly treasure. My sister Ran dares to do it—she has the guts; do you? Hmm?"

Dongfang Ling'er was left speechless by the retort.

The three National Lords, hearing this for the first time, all showed looks of surprise.

Just what kind of confidence enables one to crush a holy spiritual root?

For a moment, they then solemnly regarded Ye Qingran.

Seeing her exquisite beauty and transcendent demeanor, they felt complex emotions in their hearts.

They had always thought Ye Qingran looked even more outstanding; otherwise they wouldn't have mistaken her for Lin Xueyan.

Before, they hadn't paid attention to her, thinking she might be all show. Who would have imagined she also had such a heroic past?

"Donglin Emperor, is this true?"

The Emperor of Great Xia asked.

The Donglin Emperor nodded, somewhat pained: "Indeed it is!"

The news of Ye Qingran crushing the holy spiritual root reached his ears that very day; he didn't know how long he felt anguish. The breaking of that holy spiritual root meant loss not only for Ye Qingran but also for their Donglin Country! After all, a holy spiritual root also falls under the nation's soft power!

"Miss Lin, having spent five years at the Peak of Chasing Deer, with your spiritual root evolved, your strength must have increased greatly, right?"

A clear, melodious voice drifted over.

Ethereal and pleasing to the ear, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Everyone followed the sound and saw—it was Ye Qingran.

Everyone's eyes showed astonishment; even Ling Shaoyang and others who were on good terms with Ye Qingran could hardly hide their surprise.

In their impression, Ye Qingran had always been a low-key person.

But just now, from those words, they sensed a hint of gunpowder.

This is... going to stir up trouble?