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nSeeing the familiar wrist-twisting move by Zhang Taiying, the caretaker was almost paralyzed.

n‘It sounds like you are emotionally stable now, but judging by your act, it seems that you have the intention to kill someone again!’

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nLan Xinzi understood this, but she had no choice but to speak like an arrow on the bow that was ready to shoot out.

nShe raised her head defiantly and solemnly said, “That’s right. Young Master Zhang knew about my idea.”

nEveryone was taken aback, shocked that she had mentioned the name that she shouldn’t have.

n‘Are you courting death?’

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nAs expected, Zhang Taiying waved his hand with a grave face. Lan Xinzi was slapped away flying in the air.

nWith a boom, a pillar in the hall was cracked, and a figure fell on the ground heavily, spurting blood.

nPuff!

n“He supported me.” Lan Xinzi propped herself up against the ground with a pale face. Her pretty eyes showed an unyielding expression.

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nZhang Taiying was furious.

nHe lifted his left arm, and rich spiritual energy surged.

nIt was then that the caretaker could no longer sit on the floor. He struggled to get up.

n“Master, don’t do it. It’s not appropriate to spill blood at the moment!”

n“Spill blood?”

nZhang Taiying raised his tone and morosely asked while pointing to the blood under Lan Xinzi’s body, “Didn’t you see the spilled blood there?”

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nBang!

nThe caretaker fell on the ground again. He thought that he had tried his best.

nThe spiritual energy gathered in Zhang Taiying’s hand converged into a condensed muddy bead. Although it was a bit small, the compressed energy in it was extremely rampant.

nHe looked at Lan Xinzi.

nLan Xinzi was determined to have her maidservant status released, so she was staring straight at him without fear.

n“It’s ridiculous!”

nWith a cold laugh, Zhang Taiying flexed his fingers.

nSwoosh!

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nThe spiritual source bead flew past the empty space instantly and arrived in the blink of an eye.

nLan Xinzi didn’t make a move to defend herself. Facing the attack of the Zhang family head, not to mention her early stage of the Heavenly Image State…

nEven those in the peak stage of the Star Worship State couldn’t resist it slightly.

nShe had already made up her mind regarding the matter.

nIf she couldn’t succeed, she’d rather die.

nEveryone was shocked. After the death of Young Master Zhang, no one in the residence dared to eat meat, and they didn’t dare to let Zhang Taiying see blood.

nUnexpectedly, the head of the Zhang family, who had suppressed his feelings for a long time, erupted that day.

nHum…

nUnexpectedly, after passing through the empty space, the spiritual source bead halted in front of Lan Xinzi’s forehead.

nAs the energy passed by, her black skirt rustled, and her black hair fluttered.

nThe violent energy was completely restrained within the bead. Such perfect control of power was simply marvelous.

nEven so, the aftereffect of the spiritual source caused Lan Xinzi’s forehead to bleed.

nLan Xinzi still didn’t move.

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nIt seemed that even if this bead pierced through her head, she would not retreat even half an inch.

nEveryone was stunned.

nThey were surprised by the woman’s determination. More importantly, they were surprised that Zhang Taiying had halted his attack.

nFacing a maidservant who repeatedly mentioned the forbidden word and was treacherous, Zhang Taiying had halted his attack.

nDid that mean that he had agreed to Lan Xinzi’s request?

nThe other maidservant on the ground couldn’t help but feel envious and cynical.

nIn fact, if Zhang Xinxiong hadn’t brought Lan Xinzi to the Spirit Palace, the black-skirted woman wouldn’t have had the opportunity to cultivate to such a level.

nOtherwise, one more maidservant would have been lying on the ground.

n“You are very brave.”

nZhang Taiying brought back his left arm and hid it in his robe. His eyes showed a trace of sorrow.

nHe didn’t want to be heavy-handed during the period of mourning Zhang Xinxiong.

nLan Xinzi felt delighted and was about to speak, but she found that the spiritual source bead in front of her forehead trembled violently.

nThe crowd was shocked.

nBoom!

nWith a loud boom, the great hall was blown into shreds. It was followed by human figures flying head down and wailing everywhere.

nThe caretaker trembled once and then drew closer to the head seat with the golden scales.

nHe was fully aware that even if the family head didn’t want to kill someone, he had to vent his anger in some way.

nConsidering the size of that blast, if someone had really blown up…

nIt was not due to the act by the family head but because of one’s own fate.

nPoof!

nLan Xinzi spurted blood and slid down from the wall wretchedly. She heavily dropped to the ground. Her body cracked and bled.

nFortunately, she could still breathe.

nHowever, those around her were not so lucky.

nThe nearby maidservants who were not even Innate were extinguished on the spot. Perhaps even their souls were not left behind.

nThose further away had their bodies intact, but they were just corpses.

nSome of them were lucky enough to survive the blast, yet they were severely injured.

nLan Xinzi clenched her fist and wiped away the blood from her red lips. Her eyes showed a hidden hatred.

nShe didn’t feel any pity for those maidservants who had been her peers.

nYet, she hated this family that treated others as if they were plants, and she hated the rules of the family and the person who set them.

nZhang Taiying…

nLan Xinzi trembled. The world was enveloped by darkness whenever she thought of the man.

nAs the smoke and dust dissipated, a painful expression shown in her eyes again. She fell to her knees.

nAfter a long time…

nThe man seemed tired after he sat back on the head seat. He asked casually in a chit-chatty manner, “What is the name of the person who killed Zhang Xinxiong?”

n“Xu Xiaoshou.”

nLan Xinzi hastily replied.

n“Xu Xiaoshou…” Zhang Taiying closed his eyes, twisted his wrist, and sighed. “What a good name it is…”

nHe came back to his senses and asked, “What is your name?”

n“Lan Xinzi.”

n“Oh… Lan generation?”

n“Yes, Master.”

nLan Xinzi trembled lightly, thinking that she belonged to the Lan generation and was a Lan servant, which was her title in the Zhang family.

nIn other words, she didn’t even have a full name.

nZhang Taiying sighed, looked back at the empty site in front of him, and turned to leave.

n“Take your possessions and yourself. Get out of here!”

nA trace of blood was seen on Lan Xinzi’s face again.

nThe corners of her mouth twitched as if she wanted to laugh loudly. However, she also felt a sense of bitterness. She closed her mouth after it twitched twice.

nBoom!

nThe wall blocks collapsed, crushing the corpses underneath more solidly.

n“Yes, Master.”

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n“He’s gone.”

nSeeing the woman with bloodstains, He Yuxing still hadn’t released his clenched fists.

nHe had been standing there for an hour in the midst of a pile of corpses and dead silence when he finally heard the comforting words from Lan Xinzi.

n“You are free,” he slowly said.

nLan Xinzi straightened her body. Her face was full of happy laughter.

n“I’m free.”

n“Xu Xiaoshou… Ha-ha-ha…”

n“Have I succeeded?”

n” Ha-ha-ha!”

nLan Xinzi laughed out loud, but the tears were unconsciously dripping down from her cheeks.

nShe had loved Zhang Xinxiong.

nHowever, it was only after Zhang Xinxiong was dead that she had a slight chance to leave the filthy place.

nThis world was so strange in that those things one longed and aspired for and seemingly similar things were actually very different once they were achieved.

nLan Xinzi laid down on the ground and looked at the sky. She was lost in thought.

nShe saw the little girl who had just come to the Zhang family. She was innocent, lively, and lovely.

nShe also saw the girl who helped load the corpses with a miserable and confused expression in her eyes.

nThe scene changed.

nShe saw the woman who had entered the Spirit Palace by creating the corpses, and she was numb, heartless, and unscrupulous.

nShe also saw the woman who cheered hysterically under the competition platform for Zhang Xinxiong, Xu Xiaoshou, and most importantly, herself.

n“Love or freedom…”

nShe pulled down the corners of her mouth and returned to a careless posture.

nShe wiped the corner of her mouth to clean the blood and messed-up makeup off her mouth.

nShe tilted her head, smoothed her hair, and asked softly, “Do I still look pretty?”

nHe Yuxing gazed at the woman lying on the ground. Her dress was somewhat torn, and her pretty face was white. He nodded solemnly.

n“You look pretty.”

nLan Xinzi smiled. She got up and took He Yuxing’s hand in her own.

n“Let’s go!”

nHe Yuxing froze and asked, “Where to?”

n“The palace in White Cave.”

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