Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 630 It’s good to enjoy the shade under the big tree

"What are you thinking about?"

Xue Lan slowly took out a second candied hawthorn from her sleeve and put it in her mouth.

"In your eyes, am I the kind of person who would bribe others with candied hawthorns?"

Xue Tong and the Soul Guide nodded simultaneously:

"Yes."

Lord Wolf felt it necessary to salvage his precarious reputation before truly fighting the Demon God.

She's destined to become a god, so who will offer her incense and prayers if she doesn't have a good reputation?

Of course, that's a story for later. Right now, Xue Lan's top priority is to explain to her constantly worried younger sister and daughter that she won't die...

At least they won't die immediately.

"Ahem...this is how it is..."

Xue Lan cleared her throat and telepathically conveyed all her concerns about the plot to Xue Tong and Xue Lan. She also assured them that she could handle it and that they shouldn't worry.

But after saying that, Xue Tong and Yin Hun still looked worried.

It's even worse than before.

Xue Lan: Alright, all that talk was for nothing.

"Should I ask the main system aunt for help with the plot? She'll definitely have a way." Xue Tong reached out and tugged at Xue Lan's sleeve.

"No."

Xue Lan rejected the suggestion the instant Xue Tong finished speaking.

I haven't even joined their group yet, how can I keep bothering them?

Besides, the main system is ultimately an external force.

Xue Lan glanced gently at Xue Tong.

If Xue Tong relies too much on external forces, it could create a karmic connection with the Yuanming Realm and affect his return home.

That would truly be a losing proposition.

Thinking of this, Xue Lan raised her hand and gently patted Xue Tong's hand a few times:

"It's fine."

"Putting aside my dislike for the main system interfering in the cause and effect of the Yuanming Realm, furthermore..."

"I haven't reached the end of my rope yet."

"Do you have any other ideas?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Xue Tong's eyes.

"Of course, please wait a moment."

Xue Lan spoke confidently and gracefully, then turned and left, picking up Lu Feng, who hadn't dared to speak for a long time, and bypassing Sui Xin and Qiu Yinzhen to stand in front of Xue Tong.

Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan and then at Lu Feng:

"Is this your approach?"

Xue Lan nodded proudly:

“Of course, he wasn’t the only one.”

Xue Lan wasn't stupid. Although Lu Feng was indeed the chosen one of Heaven, he hadn't grown to the point where he could interfere with the plot.

She leisurely cruised on the East China Sea, relying on another reason besides the fact that Lu Feng was under strict surveillance there.

In front of Xue Tong and the other two, Lord Wolf slowly raised his hand and pointed to the huge Fusang tree not far away:

"Isn't the Demon Lord still here?"

After the previous conversation, Shang Ling returned to the body of the Fusang Tree to meditate and cultivate, waiting for the fifteenth midnight hour to send Xue Lan to the Ruins.

Although Lord Wolf of the Northern River is cunning, he's actually just a naive and adorable little white wolf. Isn't that annoying...?

"senior!"

The woman's voice interrupted Shang Ling's thoughts. The woman slowly opened her eyes and, sure enough, saw Xue Lan holding a bunch of red fruits through the tree bark.

Lord Fusang slowly emerged from the tree, his tone soothing:

"What's the matter."

"Senior is eating candied hawthorn."

The overly friendly Wolf King quickly shoved the candied hawthorn into Shang Ling's hand, his large ears swaying back and forth.

"I have a favor to ask of you."

Shang Ling looked at the bunch of bright red fruit in her hand, her eyes crinkling with a smile, and said:

"If you didn't need something from me, would you have come to give me this?"

"will not."

Xue Lan spoke very honestly.

"If it weren't for needing something from me, Xue Lan would probably be transformed into a butterfly in her dreams and traveling all over the country by now."

Shang Ling translated Xue Lan's words in her mind.

The general idea is:

"If there's nothing else, I'll sleep until the world is completely dark."

"Alright. You're quick-witted."

Shang Ling looked helplessly at Xue Lan's two large, snow-white ears on her head.

The adorable little white wolf, so adaptable and resourceful, was only doing small favors. It's no big deal to lend a hand.

"explain."

"Thank you, senior."

Xue Lan smiled and grabbed Shang Ling's sleeve:

"Senior, senior, I have offended the Heavenly Dao of another world. I might be struck by heavenly lightning from beyond the mortal realm later."

Shang Ling suspected there was something wrong with her ears:

"The Heavenly Dao of another...world?"

Xue Lan nodded obediently:

"Yes...yes."

Lord Wolf felt somewhat guilty.

She was above the Heavenly Dao of the Yuanming Realm, and had been toyed with by him many times.

Lord Wolf knocks on Xue Tong's door:

"Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

Xue Tong covered her eyes:

"You've already said you're still dwelling on this issue, so keep making things up!"

Xue Lan nodded firmly: Okay, okay.

"My Lord Wolf King, I'm very curious..."

Shang Ling took a deep breath, her tone full of helplessness:

"How did you, residing in the Yuanming Realm for so long, offend the Heavenly Dao of another world?"

Xue Lan steeled herself and looked at Shang Ling again. The moment her round, almond-shaped eyes met Shang Ling's gaze, large tears welled up, making her appear utterly pitiful.

"Because...because..."

Xue Lan wept uncontrollably, her words incoherent:

"I am cursed by evil."

Xue Tongga, who had been secretly monitoring the situation, suddenly died.

Xue Lan is this person...

Xue Tong thought painfully to herself:

She actually made up a story!

"curse?"

Shang Ling initially thought Xue Lan just wanted to make her happy, and now she was even more certain of her guess.

He spouted nonsense, and in the end, he even started cursing.

Even if the Heavenly Dao of the Yuanming Realm had already been annihilated, the Heavenly Dao of the outside world, being limited by its own laws, would not be able to directly harm the beings of the Yuanming Realm.

Shang Ling raised her hand and patted Xue Lan's head, her expression serious:

"nonsense."

"I don't!"

Xue Lan's two large ears drooped down, making her look particularly pitiful.

Lord Wolf spoke, his words a mixture of truth and falsehood:

"Senior, Xue Lan and all of Xue Lan's friends are trapped inside a book..."

The bright moon rises over the sea, and a thousand waves soothe the tide.

In the gentle sea breeze, Xue Lan told the third person the plot that Xue Tong had told her long ago, in the form of a story.

In the story, Xue Lan tries to keep the plot's control vague to avoid revealing too much and causing the plot to break down her defenses.

She knew the plot.

The slightest setback will cause them to break down; they can't even handle inner demons.

The inner demons that have dragged me into this for no reason: Should I get used to it?

Xue Lan: "That's right, you should get used to it!"

Although Xue Lan had been careful and cryptic enough, and had even added some fabricated details to embellish her story...

But the plot is just a plot, and as the story progressed, the sky over the East China Sea darkened, and thunder could be faintly heard in the clouds!

"That's it..."

Seeing that the situation was about to change, Shang Ling raised her hand to stop Xue Lan from continuing, her gaze towards Xue Lan gentle:

"Don't want to die?"

Xue Lan smiled gently at Shang Ling:

"I might not die. I've offended Him a lot in the past."

"Why are you telling me this?" Shang Ling asked with a smile.

“My junior brother is going to fuse with a spiritual root, and I don’t want that curse to affect him.”

Xue Lan's eyes were sincere:

"I hope you can protect my junior brother, senior. As for the rest... leave it to Xue Lan!"

Xue Lan's words were truly arrogant, and even Shang Ling could not tolerate them.

The Demon Lord of Fusang raised his hand and gently touched Xue Lan's brow, speaking softly:

"With your current sickly appearance?"

"Just look at me now."

Xue Lan nodded seriously, then raised her hand and called out:

"Fire Core!"

Shang Ling saw a streak of crimson light carrying intense heat fly from not far away, and when it landed in Xue Lan's hand, it had already transformed into a black and red hammer covered in magma.

Xue Lan weighed the Heavenly Forging Hammer in her hand, then gave Shang Ling a confident smile:

"Xue Lan relied on this Heavenly Forging Hammer to withstand even the tribulation lightning that Heaven deliberately made difficult for him."

"Senior, there's no need to worry."

Before the ceremony on the other side of the Zhu River even began, a faint gloom had already settled over the depths of the East China Sea.

A few wisps of light gray clouds enveloped the nearly full moon in Xue Tong's view, pulling it into the vast expanse of dark clouds.

Shang Ling didn't waste any more words with Xue Lan. The woman glanced at Xue Lan and calmly uttered two words:

"Insanity."

The little white wolf, whose three souls are unstable and whose seven spirits are incomplete, is truly one of the most arrogant youngsters in the Yuanming Realm today.

Upon hearing Shang Ling's assessment, Xue Lan chuckled and said:

"I had no choice."

The woman pointed in the direction of Zhu He and the others:

"I can't just watch my child grow up and end up like the character in that book."

Shang Ling didn't reply immediately, but instead looked down at the candied hawthorn that Xue Lan had just put in her hand.

A string of bright red fruits, skewered on bamboo sticks, exudes a sweet aroma and is the second most vibrant color in the East China Sea in the past ten thousand years, besides the black violet.

The Demon Lord of Fusang took a small bite of the candied hawthorn, his voice slightly muffled:

"Time is also fate."

"That's his fate. Rushing into someone else's life often leads to more harm than good."

Xue Lan watched Shang Ling eat candied hawthorn quietly, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with laughter.

Watching his lord's soul being summoned from afar, he spoke with some confusion:

"Why is Your Majesty smiling so happily?"

After studying Lord Wolf for over a decade, Little Tong bit off the last hawthorn on the skewer, raised a finger, and patted the little head of the Soul Guide.

"Congratulations to your lord, she successfully bribed him by being cute."

Xue Lan was secretly pleased with herself for bribing the Fusang Demon Lord with a string of candied hawthorns. It took her several breaths to suppress the smile on her face, but her crescent-shaped eyes just wouldn't straighten up.

The woman spoke, her voice light and carefree:

"If you're talking about destiny, then there's even less to worry about."

“In the entire Yuanming Realm today, no one acts according to the will of Heaven.”

Shang Ling held a candied hawthorn skewer with half a bite taken out of it and looked at Xue Lan, while the spiritual energy of the plants and trees behind her poured out like a vast ocean:

"how do I say this?"

Xue Lan weighed the Heavenly Forging Hammer in her hand, her voice hoarse:

"Following the established order is fate."

“Since the catastrophe that occurred ten thousand years ago, the Yuanming Realm has never accepted its fate.”

Because he refused to accept his fate, the former Heavenly Dao of Yuanming Realm risked his own demise to separate the upper and lower realms and isolate the demon race.

Because she refused to accept her fate, Fusang Seiryu willingly used herself as a barrier to connect the cycle of heaven and earth.

Because they refused to accept their fate, the number of masters in the Wan Gong Workshop decreased and increased, and the names on the Zhen Gong Stele came one after another.

With the Heavenly Forging Hammer warm in his hand, Xue Lan looked at Shang Ling with a solemn and calm expression:

"My lord, the Yuanming Realm of ten thousand years ago is no different from the Yuanming Realm of today."

Shang Ling did not respond directly to Xue Lan's words. The woman stared at Xue Lan for a while, then strolled away with the candied hawthorns.

Amidst the gradually rising sound of swaying branches, Xue Lan only heard her muffled, angry words:

"A sharp tongue."

Xue Lan couldn't help but laugh out loud, and shouted at the top of her lungs at the hibiscus tree:

"I am not eloquent or flattering."

“Everything I said is true.”

The spirit atop the Fusang tree remained silent. A layer of flowing, emerald-green spiritual energy slowly emanated from the top of the Fusang tree, protecting a radius of three hundred miles around the tree's tip.

Xue Lan looked at the green barrier and spoke softly:

"It's done."

"can we start?"

The inner demon's cold voice rang in her ears, and Xue Lan nodded subconsciously:

"It's time to start."

The spiritual power of plants and trees naturally possesses the ability to nurture all things. The inner demon looked at the vibrant array before him:

Are you really not coming?

Then she heard the Wolf King's helpless and perfunctory words:

"I really can't go on like this. I truly believe in you. Please, you should believe in yourself too, okay?"

The inner demon gave Zhu He a wink, and the young man immediately understood. He picked up the Crane-Walking Sword and stood on the formation.

"Are you ready?"

The inner demon spoke softly, asking Zhu He.

Zhu He appeared expressionless and calm on the surface, but was actually incredibly nervous. His muscles were so tense that even the magic weapon couldn't penetrate him.

"Ready...ready."

A wisp of pure icy spiritual power appeared at the tip of the Heart Demon's fingertip, and he raised his hand to touch Zhu He's chest.

"This wisp of icy spiritual energy can protect your meridians from the blazing sun's flames. As for other pain..." The woman paused slightly:

"You'll have to bear it all by yourself."

Zhu He nodded earnestly to his inner demon:

"I understand, senior."

The inner demon nodded slightly to Zhu He, then looked at Wu Jin to the side. He bowed respectfully.

"I'll have to trouble Senior Wu Jin with this matter."

"No need for formalities, this is a promise made to Lord Wolf King."

With a gentle flick of her sleeve, Wu Jin sent a wisp of golden spark flying out from her sleeve, like a slow-moving butterfly, drifting towards Zhu He's feet.

Then the inner demon saw that Zhu He's face had turned pale.

What appeared to outsiders as a harmless spark transformed into a raging inferno in Zhu He's eyes, crashing down upon him relentlessly.

"It's over."

In the last breath before being engulfed by the sea of ​​fire, many thoughts flashed through Zhu He's mind...

My thoughts went through a thousand and one turns.

Just before the great formation closed, the inner demon heard Zhu He's voice:

"senior."

The inner demon stepped forward somewhat nervously:

"What's the matter?"

"If I'm gone..." Zhu He spoke rapidly:

Who's going to cook for my senior and junior sisters?

The inner demon didn't even realize what was happening until Zhuhe was engulfed in the blazing flames of the burning sun.

The woman slowly transmitted her voice to Xue Lan:

Did you hear what your junior brother said?

"I heard."

The Wolf King, standing beneath the Fusang tree and carrying the Heavenly Forging Hammer, said the following:

"He is very filial."

"Such a filial child will definitely come back to the Xuanhuang Sect with me."