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

Chapter 396 The Wolf Trafficker Appears

When Xue Lan began learning porcelain making in Wuci Town, Xue Tong, who was outside the secret realm of Wan Gong Fang, finally traveled a long and arduous journey to reach Wuci Town in the real world.

Although she referred to it as Wuci Town when talking to Xue Lan, and it was also marked as Wuci Town on the map, Xue Tong couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when she actually stood at the foot of the Wuci Town city wall and looked up at the three imposing characters "Wuci Town".

"Xue Lan and the others call this a town?"

The girl muttered to herself as she entered the town. As soon as she passed through the city gate, a vast expanse of blue, white, and green colors rushed into her eyes.

The street vendors' stalls displayed porcelain bottles, cups, and boxes of various shapes.

The signboard at the entrance of the restaurant not far away is painted with bright glaze, radiating the unique warm luster of porcelain under the sunlight.

Porcelain wind chimes swayed gently in the breeze from the eaves of the surrounding buildings.

The words "Porcelain Capital" pierced Xue Tong's mind like a sharp arrow.

"Little girl!"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice with a hint of laughter came from beside her. Xue Tong turned her head slightly and saw a young man wearing a shabby dark green Taoist robe and a bamboo hat.

The young man's Taoist robe looked very old, with frayed edges at the hem, and he held a banner in his right hand.

Xue Tong squinted slightly to see what was written on it.

"Immortal Shang?" Xue Tong asked slowly.

The young man nodded, then slowly raised his head in Xue Tong's direction, revealing a pair of emerald eyes hidden beneath his bamboo hat.

"That's right, Master Shang. I see that your kinship ties are not severed, which will cause endless harm. I'll give you a free divination, guaranteed to dispel the disaster upon reading it."

After saying all that, the fortune teller looked at the girl in front of him with anticipation in his eyes.

Xue Tong, feigning ignorance, asked, "No money required?"

The young man's smile froze: "No."

He's a celestial being, after all. Is it really worth it to do this over a little money?

Xue Tong looked him up and down, from the banner on his right hand to the divination tube at his feet.

The divination stick container was made of wood and looked very old, as the wood had begun to turn black.

"This Taoist priest isn't from around here, is he?" Xue Tong asked with a smile, looking at the young man in front of her.

"This humble Taoist has traveled far and wide in search of a destined person, just to have my fortune told. Young lady, I'll tell your fortune for free, how about it?" The young man's narrow, emerald-green eyes held a smile, which sent a chill down Xue Tong's spine.

The girl waved her hand gently:

"do not want!"

The smile on the young man's face vanished instantly, and his gaze turned cold as he looked at Xue Tong.

Xue Tong wasn't afraid of him at all, and the smile on the girl's face disappeared like the melting winter snow.

"Fellow Daoist, if you want to speak, could you please stop with the riddles? Xue Tong isn't a smart person; he can't understand your roundabout ways."

The young man, who bore the title of "Half-Immortal Shang," wrapped the cloth banner in his hand. His narrow eyes curved slightly.

"Did Xue Lan send you here because of the Heavenly Pillar?"

Xue Tong's heart skipped a beat when she heard the young man's somewhat sinister voice.

There are two Xue Lans in this world, judging from the tone of the person in front of me.

The one he knows is not the one currently on the surface.

The girl gave an embarrassed smile:

"What are you talking about, fellow Daoist? I don't quite understand."

The young man in the Taoist robe slowly packed up his things, covering up all the divination sticks and tortoise shells on the cloth below.

"You don't recognize Xue Lan, the chieftain of the Northern Wolf Clan?"

Upon hearing the young woman in front of her reveal Xue Lan's identity, Xue Tong pinched her palm slightly.

"Xue Lan, Xue Lan, Xue Lan!"

While Xue Lan was making porcelain in Lujia Kiln, Xue Tong's voice suddenly echoed in her mind. She didn't control the force in her hands well, and the finished bottle fell out and turned into a puddle of mud.

Xue Lan washed her hands in a ceramic jar and spoke:

"what happened?"

Xue Tong's voice contained a rare hint of panic:

"I think I ran into one of your old acquaintances in Wuci Town."

Xue Lan was a little curious, but she first comforted Xue Tong:

"Aren't you the all-powerful, wise, and mighty System Master? Don't be afraid."

Xue Tong suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.

Doesn't the system itself know this?

The girl forced herself to remain calm as she faced the young man before her, watching him pack all his things and then raise a finger towards her:

"Certainly!"

"enter!"

The two words were spoken so softly and slowly that Xue Tong's body seemed to freeze instantly, unable to struggle.

At the same time, Xue Lan heard a male voice with a laugh:

"We've finally met, Lord Changjun."

"How did you get in?"

Xue Tong's voice was filled with fear, and it was extremely jarring in Xue Lan's mind.

"Xiaotong, it's alright."

Xue Lan gently soothed Xue Tong, then addressed the third party who had intruded on their conversation:

"Fellow Daoist, do I know you?"

The young man carried his own ambitions on his shoulders, his voice casual and unrestrained:

"Lord Changjun naturally doesn't know me, but I know Lord Changjun."

The young man chuckled softly as he said this:

"After all, it was I who exchanged your demonic body with Lord He back then."

One sentence, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, left Xue Lan's expression unchanged, but Xue Tong screamed out loud.

"You are that damned wolf trafficker."

The young man feigned surprise: "Young lady, you can't say things like that. When did I sell wolves?"

"Did you give her body to the demons for free?" Xue Tong asked irritably.

The young man paused for a moment: "No, that's not it. I did accept a few small items."

Xue Lan looked at the burning porcelain kiln not far away, her brows furrowing slightly:

"Are you a plant spirit?"

Xue Tong still carries a wisp of demonic soul left behind by Xue Lan. Through the girl's eyes, Xue Lan saw the power of plants emanating from the young man.

And those emerald eyes, exactly like Zhu Qing's.

There are only a handful of sacred trees in the world, so it's not hard to guess.

The young man raised an eyebrow as he began to praise:

"Wolf King has a good eye."

Xue Lan lowered her eyes, a hint of nostalgia appearing in her dark pupils, her eyelashes like raven feathers.

"I have some connection with a certain golden crow, so I know your name and story."

Xue Lan's voice carried a threatening tone:

"The man who sold my body—Mr. Fusang."