The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

Lan Yunyan's sword power is like a storm, and no one can stop it.

Finally, the last man in black fell under her sword. She gasped, the tip of her sword resting on the ground, supporting her shaky body.

At this moment, a dark figure leaped down from the roof and landed in front of her. It was a tall man in black, his eyes cold and the long sword in his hand flashing with a cold light.

"You are strong, but tonight, you must die." The voice of the man in black was low and full of murderous intent.

She slowly stood up and pointed the sword forward again.

Although her voice was weak, it was extremely firm: "Come on, I, Lan Yunyan, will never back down."

The man in black sneered, swung his long sword, and attacked Lan Yunyan. Lan Yunyan swung her sword to meet the attack, and the sword light and the knife shadow intertwined, starting a life-and-death contest.

The battle lasted for a long time, and finally, Lan Yunyan defeated the last enemy.

She stood among the corpses on the ground. The wind blew, lifting her hair. The strands of silver-white hair danced in the wind, as if telling the thrilling experience she had just experienced.

Lan Yunyan slowly put away the sword in her hand. There were still traces of battle on the blade, but the silver-white sword body still shone with a cold light.

She closed her eyes slightly, feeling the caress of the wind, trying to calm her pounding heart.

The brutality of this battle was far beyond her imagination. Every fallen enemy was defeated by her with all her might, and every swing of the sword seemed like a fight against fate.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a deeper look in her eyes.

Lan Yunyan looked around. This war-torn land was filled with scars and sorrow. Corpses lay scattered across the land, blood staining the ground red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

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Lan Yunyan wore a dark blue robe, the hems of which fluttered slightly in the wind, like a faint blue flower blooming in the wilderness. Her silver-white hair cascaded over her shoulders, gleaming mysteriously in the rising sun.

Lan Yunyan walked alone on the road leading to the Qisha Pavilion.

Her steps were firm and steady. She had walked this road countless times, but each time she set foot on it, a different kind of emotion welled up in her heart. This was the Seven Evils Pavilion she had built single-handedly, the product of her hard work.

The trees are green and shady. The breeze blows, and the leaves rustle.

Lan Yunyan raised her head slightly, feeling the gentle caress of the breeze, and the fatigue in her heart seemed to dissipate a lot at this moment.

From afar, the magnificent outline of the Seven Evils Pavilion came into view.

The black building towered into the clouds, imposing and majestic, like an impenetrable fortress. A flag fluttered in the wind from the attic; it was the symbol of the Seven Evils Pavilion and their glory.

A flicker of relief crossed Lan Yunyan's eyes. This was where she and many like-minded partners worked together. They sweated and worked hard for a common goal.

As the distance closed, the gate of the Seven Evils Pavilion slowly opened. A group of disciples in uniform lined up neatly on both sides, their eyes filled with reverence and anticipation.

When Lan Yunyan approached, they shouted in unison: "Welcome Pavilion Master!"

Lan Yunyan nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on her face.

As she walked through the crowd, a young disciple bravely stepped forward and said respectfully, "Pavilion Master, you're back. Everyone has been working very hard and training diligently."

Lan Yunyan stopped and looked at the energetic disciples in front of her, her eyes full of admiration: "Very good, I see your efforts. Remember, only by constantly improving ourselves can we gain a firm foothold in this chaotic world."

The disciple nodded vigorously, a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Entering the Seven Evils Pavilion, the scene inside was bustling and orderly. The disciples were busy at their respective posts, and bursts of shouts and cries of killing could be heard from the training ground from time to time.

At this moment, Yingyue's voice rang out: "Pavilion Master."

Lan Yunyan turned her head slightly and looked at Yingyue, who was walking towards her quickly. Yingyue was dressed in a black suit, with a slender figure and a capable and calm look in her eyes.

She came to Lan Yunyan, bowed slightly and said, "Pavilion Master, you are back. There are a few important matters in the pavilion that require your decision."

Lan Yunyan nodded slightly and motioned Yingyue to talk while walking.

The two walked through the bustling courtyard and headed towards the meeting room of the Seven Evils Pavilion.

Along the way, Lan Yunyan looked at the busy disciples and felt a sense of relief in her heart.

These young lives continue to grow in the Seven Evils Pavilion and work hard for a common goal. They are the future of the Seven Evils Pavilion and the ones she protects.

Yingyue said softly, "Pavilion Master, several small forces have been eyeing our Seven Evils Pavilion's territory recently, and have repeatedly provoked us at the border. Although our disciples are holding their ground, they seem to be well prepared, so we have to be on guard."

Lan Yunyan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "Send people to strengthen patrols at the border and keep a close eye on their movements. If they act excessively again, don't hesitate."

Yingyue nodded and replied, "Yes, Pavilion Master. There is one more thing. The new disciples have made rapid progress in training, but they still lack practical experience. I would like to ask Pavilion Master if you can arrange some practical training to help them grow as quickly as possible."

Lan Yunyan paused, looking at the disciples sweating profusely on the training ground, and said, "This is a good idea. But we must ensure safety. Let experienced disciples lead the new disciples and pass on their experience in actual combat."

A trace of admiration flashed in Yingyue's eyes. The Pavilion Master always made wise decisions at critical moments.

When they arrived at the conference room, Lan Yunyan sat in the main seat, while Yingyue stood aside and continued to report on the affairs of the cabinet.

Lan Yunyan listened attentively and offered her own opinions from time to time.

"Master, the supply reserves in the pavilion are currently sufficient, but with the training of the disciples and the possible battles they may face, the consumption will gradually increase. Do we need to prepare more supplies in advance?" Yingyue's words were filled with a hint of worry.