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

Chapter 498 From now on, I am a cold-blooded person

The cause and effect mark on his wrist lit up the instant the transparent dagger slashed across his wrist, its red light dazzling.

At the same time, Linghuang Zhenren, who had been guarding Xue Lan's side, sensed the fluctuations emanating from the woman.

The Xuanhuang Sword Talisman in the old man's hand instantly emitted an incomparably dazzling golden light, from which numerous talismans flew out. As they danced around Xue Lan, they marked connections invisible to the naked eye.

Linghuang Zhenren grasped the Xuanhuang Sword Talisman and watched it transform into a small sword in his hand.

The old man looked at Xue Lan, who was still fast asleep, and sighed softly:

"Lanlan."

Although it's for the safety of Wan Gong Fang, and for the future of Yuanming Realm...

However, Linghuang Zhenren still felt somewhat reluctant to sever the connection between Xue Lan and the Xuanhuang Sect lineage one by one.

The old man's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. The Xuanhuang Sword was extremely sharp. With a gentle swing, a connection carrying a faint trace of the Xuanhuang Sect's fortune was severed.

Xue Lan's dream turned completely black in an instant.

The woman sat in the darkness, her fingertips glowing faintly as she continuously wrote the character "隐" (hidden) in mid-air.

As she moved, the red threads that had been glowing on her wrist began to fade one by one, looking no different from ordinary silk.

"Once I defeat the demon god and send him back to his homeland, I will make them beg me to return to the Xuanhuang Sect."

“A new initiation ceremony must be performed for me.”

She wouldn't bring either of them back if either was missing.

The inner demon emerged from Xue Lan's sea of ​​consciousness and spoke mockingly:

"Actually, I wanted to ask this before: why not just let them understand that your cause and effect cannot be severed?"

"Does the Xuanhuang Sect's lineage have to be stuck with you, this piece of dog-skin plaster, for all eternity?"

Xue Lan glared at her:

"Don't go looking for ways to swear!"

The woman looked at the red thread on her wrist.

"Firstly, it's to avoid worrying them. They're all a bunch of worriers. If they find out that my karma is unbreakable, they won't be able to sleep well."

"The second reason is for my plan."

"I accepted the expulsion ceremony. After that, when I acted recklessly, they couldn't bear to scold me, and they always felt guilty."

Inner demon: "You're not human!"

Is this how you treat your elders?

Xue Lan looked up at her:

"Any questions?"

"Since we've severed all ties with the Daoist lineage, isn't it normal for me to be a little cold to them and a little rebellious?"

The inner demon sneered:

"A little rebellious..."

His tone was full of sarcasm.

Dao Xuanzi, who was at the main venue in front of Xuanling Peak, was unaware that he had severed the connection with the Dao lineage and created a rare individual with ninety-nine percent of the bones of a rebel.

From then on, Xue Lan wouldn't listen to a single word she said.

As the last glowing red line on her wrist disappeared, the woman with her eyes closed slowly opened them.

Seeing that Xue Lan seemed a little nervous, Master Linghuang subconsciously asked:

"Lanlan, what do you think?"

Xue Lan's ashen eyes were devoid of any light. Upon hearing this, she gently shook her head, her tone distant and cold:

"nothing."

"Senior Linghuang, is there anything else we can do with Xue Lan during the trial?"

Senior Linghuang?

Linghuang Zhenren didn't react for a moment, and only after chewing on those four words three times in his mind did he realize what was happening.

He had just personally severed the connection between Xue Lan and the Xuanhuang Sect's lineage.

Cause and effect are linked to human emotions and memories.

It's normal for Xue Lan to be like this now.

What the hell is normal!

The moment he completed the mission, Master Linghuang of the Xuanhuang Sect regretted it and wished he could hit himself twice.

Is this a person?

Damn you, Dao Xuanzi, come and see if this is even a person?

Xue Lan wanted to laugh at Linghuang Zhenren's expression, but had to hold it in:

"Senior Linghuang, may Xue Lan leave now?"

The woman asked another question.

“I am here during the trial, Lan… you can go back now.”

Master Linghuang sighed softly, then let Xue Lan leave.

As soon as Xue Lan came out, Xue Tong, who was guarding outside the cave, stepped forward and asked her telepathically:

"How are you? Is it affecting your health?"

Xue Lan looked at the girl, her voice icy:

"Who are you?"

Xue Tong rolled her eyes at her:

"Did you lose your brain in the illusion?"

His first words were a powerful attack, forcing Xue Lan to soften his expression.

"It's okay, it won't affect you at all."

"It's just that we need to be a little cold to the people of the Xuanhuang Sect for a while."

"Just like before."

"From now on, I am a cold-blooded person!"

For some reason, Xue Tong inexplicably recalled her thoughts when she was a child.

Things like turning into a cold, lifeless learning machine and making mom regret it.

So there's even a cultivation world version of this.

Xue Tong: That's really quite funny.

The girl gave a slightly embarrassed smile:

"Maybe we should just skip it, it's too weird."

"What else?" Xue Lan asked.

"Still acting like a jerk, getting pointed at and scolded by the headmaster..."

"I don't believe you! You didn't sever ties at all!"

Xue Tong imagined the scene in her mind and felt that it would be better for Xue Lan to pretend to be cold and aloof.

After all, she believed in Xue Lan's acting skills.

Within the Yuan and Ming dynasties, none could surpass it!

"Where do we go now?" Xue Tong asked, looking at Xue Lan beside her.

"Go straight to your senior master and demonstrate your cold, hard weapon-forging machine?"

Xue Lan blinked, her voice clear and crisp:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why would you go back after finally getting off that platform?"

"Where do we go now?" Xue Tong asked through gritted teeth.

"Let's go to the Wan Gong Workshop. I have a new hypothesis." Xue Lan took the Wan Gong Box out of her sleeve.

"The masters inside are always arguing, and they are extremely confident in their weapon-forging skills."

Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan:

"Conflict is a good thing; otherwise, how can we progress and develop?"

"I know, but the current struggles are too chaotic, which is giving me, as the head of the workshop, a real headache."

"So he racked his brains for several nights and finally came up with a good idea."

Xue Tong: "Except for last night, you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. How could you have been racking your brains for several nights?"

Xue Lan was somewhat embarrassed, but the woman waved her hand:

"Let's beautify it, let's beautify it!"

Xue Tong believed that Xue Lan had the potential to be a storyteller.

Xue Lan's tone carried a hint of pride:

"In short, I plan to assign them to the masters in the workshop."

"Like the five peaks of the Xuanhuang Sect, each has its own strengths."

"How about giving them three more days each month for different schools of thought to discuss their doctrines and make progress together?"

Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan, whose face was full of praise, and it took her a long time to finally say something:

"You are such a good principal."

"They've even started dividing students into colleges!"