All Chapters of Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The woman in the coffin opens her eyes. A shiny light suddenly bursts out and disappears into Lin Luoran’s face. Lin Luoran doesn’t have time to avoid and freezes instantly.Wen Guanjing sees the light as well. With profound and immense knowledge, he comes up with a lot of ideas. Suddenly his face changes color. Looking at Lin Luoran in a blank face, he murmurs, “This is… Possession!”The woman in the coffin is incredibly beautiful. Lin Luoran is beautiful and elegant. The two of them are like peony and green lotus, each with a unique feature.“You are a descendant of Zu Mountain, so I will not make things difficult for you. However, if you want to be a busybody, hum!” Lin Luoran says with her lips remained still, but the voice is not hers.That voice is soft, but there is coldness and unspeakable fierceness and viciousness inside. Wen Guanjing feels cold from head to foot!This is not Lin Luoran’s voice. Does that mea

“Lin Luoran” doesn’t get angry, instead, she smiles. When she is about to say something, the bead has absorbed enough blood and starts vibrating and buzzing fiercely on her wrist. She leaves Wen Guanjing aside and explores the bead with her spiritual mind.This time the exploration goes very well because Lin Luoran’s blood is working as a guide. As soon as she gets in, the dead woman sees the spring full of Reiki and the medicine field — she has experienced a lot, so the spirit herbs growing there seem to be common to her. Still, she is very surprised at this systematic space that is portable and full of Reiki.In the cultivation world, there is always the legend of blessed spot. Judging from the amount of Reiki, this place is definitely a blessed spot. However, there is no blessed spot that is portable just like this.The dead woman only knows that this place has enough Reiki for spirit herbs to grow. She doesn’t know that one day here is one

The dead woman is frozen at Lin Luoran’s eyesight. In the red dress, Lin Luoran seems to be a completely different person. She plays with a small pinch of fire in her hand and a phoenix pattern looms between her eyebrows.“Shame on you. You used to be a heroine, but now you pretend to be White Fairy and cast ‘Possession’ when I was not paying attention.”The dead woman responds scornfully, “I disdain to pretend to be someone else. My surname was Bai and that’s ‘white’, and I can be named a fairy. So what’s wrong with that?”Her surname was Bai. The bride in the mural wears the Sword of Bright Snow and she looks just like White Fairy. Lin Luoran has watched many melodramatic TV dramas and she knows that “twins” is frequently used to make stories dramatic.Is this dead woman a twin sister of White Fairy?Lin Luoran feels disgusted. She doesn’t know who the bride in the mural is but it has nothing to do with her. Lin Luor

The starless night in the secret land is still tender.Wen Guanjing can’t remember how long he has been running. He only knows that he never stopped to take a rest during the last few days. He didn’t even have more than two meals. Yet, he hangs in there.This is the third time he stops running to eat and rest.Lying on a piece of rock, Wen Guanjing is soaked in sweat. His clothes are never dry because he is on the run.　　Wen has been to an arid desert to do tasks. He stayed there for a few days and nights which made him accustomed to the hard condition. Thus, Wen is not overwhelmed by all the running.It’s already late at night. The creepy howling of owls comes from the forest now and then. The sound reminds Wen Guanjing that everything around him is real. He has actually made it out.He feels like a coward. He can’t believe that he listened to Lin Luoran and got out of the underwater palace by himself.

Most people never get the chance to experience the feeling of taking a breath on a 2000-meter-high iceberg.The air is thin so it is difficult to breathe. The second you breathe out, the warm breath will freeze.Though it is almost summer, the four seasons are not so distinctive at the North Pole. At least the freezing iceberg doesn’t feel like summer at all.The sound of running water comes. Lin Luoran stamps her feet and thinks positively that even at the North Pole, ice melts into water in summer. Maybe that’s the difference between summer and winter in the North Pole.　　Moss grows on the glaciers in summer so that sheep and deer can survive here. However, on the iceberg, there is not even a trace of a mouse.Lin Luoran follows the sound of running water.In summer, air temperature rises and ice melts. Small streams of ice water merge into rivers. Lin Luoran finds a river like this. It is