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

Chapter 590 Using Land Wind to Traps the High Priest

"What do you mean?"

Having been manipulated by Xue Lan for years, Lu Feng now feels a chill run down his spine whenever he hears this person say something nonsensical.

Xue Lan glanced at the young man and quickly concocted a reasonable explanation in her mind.

She looked into Lu Feng's eyes and spoke in a deliberately profound tone:

"I've divined your fate. You will face a calamity in your life, and if you cannot overcome it, you will die."

"What calamity?" Lu Feng asked in astonishment, feeling that his life had been truly miserable.

But the moment he met Xue Lan's gray eyes, the young man suddenly realized something.

He spoke weakly:

"Is this calamity I'm facing from you?"

Xue Tong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Xue Lan was a little confused by the young man's question, but after thinking about it again, she realized that what Lu Feng said was correct, without any problem at all.

The woman's smile faded; she was about to stop playing house with Lu Feng and formally inform him of the matter:

"After a while, maybe a day or two later, a demon will come to you."

"You must kill her."

Lu Feng was completely bewildered, and sweat poured down his face as he looked into Xue Lan's eyes.

"What if I can't beat them?"

"We have to fight even if we can't win." Xue Lan's expression was serious.

"Lu Feng, you're fighting that demon to the death, you can't run away."

Lu Feng, having already developed a rebellious streak under Xue Tong's guidance, fearlessly spoke up upon hearing this:

What if I run away?

Xue Lan smiled dismissively and gently placed her hand on the young man's shoulder:

"If she doesn't die, then you shall die!"

After saying this, Xue Lan led the others towards an open space not far away. There, an old man wearing a bamboo hat appeared out of nowhere. Seeing Xue Lan turn around, the old man nodded slightly to him.

Beside the old man, the passage to Lingku City had already been opened.

Lu Feng watched as Xue Lan and the others entered the crevice one by one, opening his mouth but not uttering a single word.

He wanted to ask Xue Lan for her reasons for assigning him this task, but he also felt that as a cultivator from the Yuanming Realm, he didn't need a reason to kill demons.

The only thing that remains a question is Xue Lan's last sentence.

The young man stood in the pitch-black mountains and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Since Xue Lan told him to wait for the demons, then he should wait.

among the cracks.

"You're forcing Lu Feng to kill the demon princess with whom he has a romantic relationship. Aren't you afraid of messing up the plot again at this crucial moment?"

Xue Lan and her group slowly followed the old man at the front through the white mist. Xue Tong couldn't help but tug at Xue Lan's sleeve and ask.

Xue Lan frowned slightly, her expression looking somewhat puzzled:

"Didn't I already have a falling out with the plot?"

"You know that's not what I meant!" Xue Tong couldn't help but slap Xue Lan's arm:

"What I mean is, you should be cautious and consult with Gong Yuan about the hexagram. In such a critical situation, shouldn't you suppress your desire to cause trouble?"

"She wasn't just looking for trouble this time."

The inner demon following behind Xue Tong suddenly spoke, comforting the girl's worries on Xue Lan's behalf:

"Xue Lan and I received some news recently that the high priest of the demon race who escaped from the hands of the two ancestors, Qingyin and Xuanji, is also in the demon realm."

Xue Tong: She seemed to be comforting me, but why did I become even more anxious as soon as she started talking?

"Can you get to the point?" Xue Lan couldn't help but roll her eyes at the inner demon as she looked at Xue Tong.

"It scares the child."

The inner demon rolled its eyes at Xue Lan, then continued:

"Although that old fellow suffered a setback in the lower realm last time, his cultivation level is very high, and he is also a twin demonic beast..."

Xue Tong: "You and Xue Lan can't beat them?"

The inner demon nodded: "Yes."

Xue Tong: "How about adding Zhu He and me?"

The inner demon chuckled slyly: "Not much difference."

Xue Tong believes that he has lost the ability to be shocked by Xue Lan and the inner demon's rampage.

The girl exuded an aura of death, looking like a flower battered by frost.

Xue Lan couldn't help but slap the head of the inner demon:

"I told you to get to the point, but you just keep spouting nonsense."

The inner demon slowly retreated, handing over the right to speak to Lord Wolf King.

“We can’t beat them, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find loopholes.” Xue Lan winked gently at Xue Tong.

"By having Lu Feng kill the fourth princess of the Demon Clan, I am essentially challenging the authority of the plot's power. It will definitely be unable to withstand the situation and will have to take action."

Xue Tong nodded gently: "And then?"

"The chosen one is invincible and immortal; this is the fundamental principle of the plot. To prevent Lu Feng from killing the fourth princess of the Demon Clan, the power of the plot will definitely send someone to rescue her."

Xue Tong understood somewhat: "Because Lu Feng is his protagonist, he can only arrange for the high priest with the highest cultivation in the Demon Realm to rescue the Fourth Princess."

"Lu Feng cannot be defeated, and the Fourth Princess of the Demon Clan cannot die. It's as if you've used Lu Feng to trap the Demon Clan's High Priest there."

The girl's tone still betrayed her worry:

"But even without the Demon High Priest, there are still many Demon Lords with Nascent Soul cultivation in the Demon Realm. Do you think you can fight them all by yourself?"

"I'm not stupid!" Xue Lan couldn't help but sigh, feeling that Xue Tong was worrying about her too much.

The woman didn't say much, but gently raised her finger to her lips:

"Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed; you will know when you arrive."

"Xiaotong, you need to be prepared. You are a very important part of my plan."

Xue Tong felt an inner turmoil, like a cat scratching at her heart, wanting to know Xue Lan's plans, but in the end, the girl suppressed her curiosity and didn't ask.

Despite his severe self-destructive tendencies, he is always sincerely devoted to his friends...

Of course, land wind is an exception.

The chosen one of the demons, who was waiting in the mountain valley, couldn't help but sneeze.

In short, Xue Lan would never send someone to their death.

Xue Tong comforted herself for a moment, and the group happened to arrive at the edge of a light green river.

A woman dressed in dark green brocade stood on the riverbank and bowed to Xue Lan as she approached.

"Lingku City Wine Clear greets you, sir and fellow Daoists."

Xue Lan raised her hand in return, then looked around and spoke:

Where is your city lord?

The woman named Jiu Qing smiled slightly at Xue Lan, then raised her hand and pointed behind everyone.

Xue Tong turned around in the direction the woman was pointing and saw a woman in silver armor walking slowly towards him, her hair as black as ink, looking heroic and dashing.

"Lord Qiu, are you planning to go to the Demon Realm with me?"

Xue Lan's voice carried a flirtatious laugh as she looked Qiu Yinzhen up and down, her gaze lingering on the breastplate on her chest for a long time.

The woman, who appeared heroic and beautiful but was pale-faced, had a terrifying ghost face reflected in the breastplate. Her face was swollen, her eyes were bulging, and she looked like she had been smashed.

That was Qiu Yinzhen's death scene, and also the source of her evil spirit power.

Qiu Yinzhen noticed Xue Lan looking at her breast-protecting mirror, and the woman smiled gently at Xue Lan:

"My lord, I want to know the real name of the person behind this, so I can cut him with my own hands."

"Going to the Demon Realm together is my pledge of allegiance. I wonder if you will accept it, sir?"

Xue Lan looked into Qiu Yinzhen's beautiful eyes, which were filled with fighting spirit, and then at the mutilated face reflected in the breastplate:

Xue Lan couldn't be happier!

Qiu Yinzhen was clearly surprised that Xue Lan would agree so readily, and for a moment she looked at Xue Lan, not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, the Wolf King never made the conversation awkward, and the woman lightly flicked her flowing sleeves:

"If Lord Qiu is willing to do me the honor of going to the Demon Realm with me, I can go to the Void River with you after things are settled there."

Qiu Yinzhen was very satisfied with this condition. She had originally intended to invite Xue Lan to the Void River. This was the Lord of the Northern River. If she could help, she might be able to see her real mother again.

The woman cupped her hands in a respectful gesture towards Xue Lan:

"I have no way to repay your great kindness."

"Then I won't report it!" Xue Lan said rather nonchalantly.

"Lord Qiu, you must remember that our relationship is a transaction. Whether it is fair or not, a transaction is a transaction. It is a matter of mutual consent, and we do not talk about gratitude."

It's a mutual agreement, no need to talk about gratitude.

Qiu Yinzhen silently recited these eight words in her heart, then nodded slightly:

"You're right, sir. I understand."

"You said that on purpose?" Xue Tong's voice entered Xue Lan's mind, and the woman couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

"I want to leave someone to look after the Soul Guide," Xue Lan's gentle voice rang out.

"Although she has completed the connection with the Yuanming Realm's earth veins and taken over the reincarnation authority granted by the Yuanming Realm's Heavenly Dao, I still want to leave someone to take care of her."

Xue Lan's words made Xue Tong feel somewhat uncomfortable. The young girl couldn't bear the thought of being sent to repair the cycle of reincarnation in the Yuanming Realm, a mere minor soul guide.

But even though I can't stand it, I'm still reluctant to part with it.

Xue Tong prayed silently that Xue Lan's plan would proceed smoothly.

With everything ready, Xue Tong saw semi-transparent figures appearing along the long riverbank; these were the ghosts of Lingku City.

As the girls watched the ghosts slowly place their right hands on their hearts, they simultaneously began to sing a hoarse little tune.

Xue Tong couldn't quite describe the tune. But it was unlike any song she had ever heard in the Yuanming Realm.

It was different from the fishermen's songs on the Qinglin River, different from the flute music of Xu Qinghe of the Xuanhuang Sect, and different from the soul songs of the soldiers at Duanshui Pass.

The voice was gentle and husky, filled with endless reluctance and longing.

Xue Tong suddenly remembered that A Wu had said before that Lingku City was the city of wandering souls.

These souls must have many, many unfulfilled regrets.

Suddenly, a clear sound of water appeared on the previously calm and silent river in front of her. Xue Tong subconsciously looked down at her feet and saw a pale blue river that had appeared below the Soul River at some point. The two rivers were slowly merging.

She glanced at Xue Lan gently:

"Is this what the earth's veins are?"

Xue Lan looked at the pale blue earth veins and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"That's right, this is the ley line of Lingku City."

It is a vein of earth nurtured by the souls, spirits, and essence of the many caves and heavens of Jinyue Lake.

The multi-storied boat, adorned with warm yellow lanterns, came to a steady stop in front of Xue Lan. The woman smiled gently at the crowd behind her.

"Gentlemen, it's time for us to board the ship."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Shen Suan Zhenren, who had been supported by Zhu He, took a few quick steps forward and boarded the ship first. The old man had a faint smile on his face.

Xue Lan knew he was impatient, and a helpless yet bitter smile appeared on her face. The woman transmitted her voice to Zhu He behind her:

"Once we reach the Demon Realm, we must protect our senior uncle and senior brother Gong no matter what."

Zhu He gently stroked the hilt of the heavy sword in his hand, his voice resolute:

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. I won't let any demon scum get close to them."

Xue Lan smiled gently and stepped onto the ship.

As Qiu Yinzhen, who was last in line, boarded the ship, the enormous vessel began to slowly move forward across the earth's veins.

As the surroundings were once again shrouded in mist, Xue Lan softly asked Qiu Yinzhen:

How was last night?

Qiu Yinzhen looked at Xue Lan and spoke lightly:

"They killed many ghosts, some connected to the Void City, some connected to the Demon Clan..."

The woman raised her hand and summoned a cyan token:

“There are even some that have connections to the upper realm.”

Xue Lan casually took the cyan token and couldn't help but smile.

The restrictions on the token were cleverly designed, completely concealing its original aura.

But Xue Lan still recognized it; it was the aura of the Lin family.

Lin Qi, oh Lin Qi.

Xue Lan silently recited the name in her heart, then revealed a somewhat manic smile.

Your turn will be soon.

The Lin family of the Upper Realm.

A group of young disciples hurried into the depths of the magnificent mansion, each with a solemn expression on their face.

The reason is simple: the lotus pond that Emperor Taizu kept in his courtyard died just last night, without any warning.

In a short while, one after another, the elegant lotus flowers in the pond withered and died. The huge flowers then fell from the branches and into the pond, turning into a pool of foul-smelling black water.

The person looked uneasy.

The group of disciples quickly arrived at Lin Qi's courtyard. The original lotus pond had long since turned into foul-smelling black water. On the second floor of the small building, an old man in a light blue robe was playing chess alone.

The disciples below began carefully tending to the lotus pond. Lin Qi gently placed a piece on the chessboard, then spoke to the air in front of him:

"What do you think?"

"What's your opinion?" A hoarse, noisy voice appeared in the space, but only Lin Qi could hear it.

"It's just a pond of lotus flowers, is the Sword Immortal afraid?"

Lin Qi spoke calmly:

"Who would I be afraid of?"

"People from the lower realm of Yuanming, people from the upper realm of Yuanming. Or perhaps... that Wolf King who even my lord finds quite alarming."

Lin Qi placed a piece heavily on the chessboard, instantly driving away anyone who was playing against him or talking to him.

"Lord Wolf Lord."

The old man spoke again softly, still in a questioning tone:

"Are you afraid of it?"

This time, no unknown entity answered him, but he answered himself.

The old man's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly, and then he emitted an extremely hoarse sound:

"It's just a wolf."

Lin Qi smiled gently and picked up the white piece opposite him.

"Yes."

"It's just a wolf. How can it compare to my chess game?"

The old man spoke these words, intending to place a white piece...

Suddenly, the noisy voices below the small building disappeared in an instant, and a howling wind rushed into the second-floor corridor, lifting the old man's blue robe and knocking over the white chess pieces in his hand.

A series of crisp sounds, like pearls falling onto a jade plate!