Langhuan Blessed Land is located on a mountain, and the Immortal Climbing Platform was built on the top of the mountain. It was originally used for the Zhuge family members who were practicing Taoism to transcend the tribulation period, but in recent hundreds of years its only use has been for sacrifice.

When we were going down the mountain, servants had already carried the slide for the elders of the Zhuge family and Zhuge Zheng's favorite children to ride on it.

Zhuge Canglan was not favored to begin with. Everyone thought that she was destined to die on the mountain this time, so naturally no one would prepare a sliding pole for her.

Zhuge Liuxiang, who was sitting on the sliding pole, looked down at Zhuge Canglan with disdain.

"Ugly thing, just walk slowly, huh... I'm just as despicable as your mother."

He glanced at the horrific wound on her wrist and snorted, it was really shameful that he could survive like this.

Zhuge Canglan had no time to pay attention to Zhuge Liuxiang's provocation. She had to conserve her strength to go down the mountain. There was still a long way to go. No one would take her down, so she could only rely on herself.

Zhuge Canglan walked slowly at the end of the crowd. She could hold on until now because of her steely perseverance.

My feet were as heavy as lead and I couldn't even take a single step. My body, which had lost too much blood, was even harder than when I was undergoing extreme physical training in the concentration camp.

But--

She can't fall down, this is just the beginning.

When she couldn't pass even one level, how could she expect to change her fate against the odds?

After all the Zhuge family members left, above the Immortal Platform, a scarlet light shone faintly behind a huge cloud, and suddenly a clear and majestic male voice came out.

"The people of the Zhuge family are becoming more and more useless. It would be a waste to leave them alive in the world."

"What the Lord said is absolutely true. To be so arrogant after falling into such a bad situation is really to be extremely ignorant and stupid, but..."

"But what?"

"Look at what's going on with that fourth young lady. My subordinates don't feel any spiritual power in her body. She can't even condense her energy."

"Just now a vision came from heaven. This little girl might be the variable of the Zhuge family."

"Didn't you say that the Zhuge family died in the 19th generation? Could she be a variable?"

An hour later, Zhuge Canglan finally walked down the mountain with heavy steps in a daze.

A dilapidated carriage full of servants was parked at the foot of the mountain. Before it got close, a servant woman complained.

"Really, walking so slowly and keeping us waiting for so long, I really thought I was the little sister of the Zhuge family, but just a loser..."

"Stop talking, she..."

"What? Did I say it wrong? Isn't she just a loser? She looks like that and still has the honor to live. If I were her, I would have... ah..."

Before the servant woman finished speaking, she suddenly screamed like a slaughtering pig.

Her thick palm was pierced by a silver hairpin and fixed on the chariot shaft, and the gurgling blood dyed the chariot shaft red.

"If you let me hear you again, I will cut out your tongue."

Zhuge Canglan's cold voice sounded behind her, and he glanced at several servants with a sinister look, making them all hold their hands and tremble in fear.

The servant woman was so painful that she was sweating all over her body, and she begged for mercy in fear: "Four, Fourth Miss, please forgive me, I... this slave will never dare to do it again..."

Zhuge Canglan pulled out the blood-stained silver hairpin, stepped on the servant girl's shoulders and got into the carriage.

Originally there could only be three or four people in the narrow carriage, but now seven were squeezed in, but the six would rather crowd each other than be next to Zhuge Canglan.

Sit cross-legged inside and meditate.
Chapter completed!