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

Chapter 357 Are you two-timing?

The Yuanming Realm will never submit to the demon race.

This wasn't the first time Xue Lan had said this.

It wasn't just Xue Lan who said it.

Since Xue Tong bound Xue Lan as his host and began living in the Yuanming Realm, this phrase has been uttered by all sorts of people.

Among them were elderly men with white hair who had left their homes and were displaced.

There are delicate embroiderers with slender fingers, their needles flying and their stitches flying.

There are three great demons in the capital, and six immortals from various sects...

The entire Yuanming territory never yielded.

The girl's eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't help but turn away to wipe them away.

Xue Lan seemed to still remember Xue Tong's teasing of her before, and the woman gently tugged at Xue Tong's sleeve.

"Did you cry again?"

Xue Tong waved her hand and ignored her.

Xue Lan spoke again: "I saw it!"

Xue Tong couldn't help but laugh: "What can you see if you're blind?"

The atmosphere between the two immediately relaxed, and Xue Lan put the jar of wine given to her by Kui Shenge into her sleeve.

"Go find Yan Chengxue for me. I have something to say to him."

"Okay!" Xue Tong nodded in agreement and obediently went out.

A moment later, Yan Chengxue stood by the door of Xue Lan's room and gently knocked twice on the door:

"Tuk-tuk."

Hearing the knock on the door, Xue Lan unfolded the array diagram that Kui Shenge had just drawn and spoke gently:

"Please come in!"

Yan Chengxue walked quickly to Xue Lan and immediately noticed the array diagram on the man's lap.

He recognized the messy pictures and runes from afar.

The young man's voice was deep: "Senior Lei Kui has been here?"

Xue Lan first handed the array diagram to Yan Chengxue, who carefully accepted it as if it were some rare treasure.

"He jumped out of the pendant and told me a shocking secret."

Yan Chengxue's eyes lit up as she looked at the array diagram, wishing she could go back to her room right now to study it carefully. However, the etiquette she had been taught since childhood defeated her desire and kept her in place.

"Is it a secret that can be told?"

The young man's tone was quite perfunctory, roughly meaning that he knew he couldn't say this, but he still wanted to ask it as a formality.

Xue Lan's lips curled slightly: "This time we can say..."

A quarter of an hour later, Yan Chengxue stared at Xue Lan in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly:

"What did you say? What are you planning to do?"

The young man was already somewhat incoherent, thinking to himself that Xue Lan had always been fond of fantastical tales.

Maybe it is...

"I plan to break down the barrier between the upper and lower realms. You can call this—breaking the boundary." Xue Lan's relaxed words reached Yan Chengxue's ears, and Yan Chengxue shook her head in pain.

"I don't want to hear it!"

Xue Lan shifted forward on the bed: "Listen to me, this is what you want to hear..."

The woman paused for a moment, then her smile deepened: "Not only do you have to listen, but Junjun has to listen too."

Yan Chengxue clasped her hands together, almost kneeling down before this person.

Yan Chengxue: "Please let me go, please let me go, okay?"

When has she ever let the two of us go?

A cool female voice came from behind her, and Yan Chengxue turned around to look at Wu Yijun who had just entered.

The young man asked uncertainly, "You found out too?"

Wu Yijun pointed at Xue Lan: "She sent me a telepathic message while she was talking to you just now."

Yan Chengxue looked at Xue Lan and couldn't help but ask, "Are you two-timing?"

Xue Lan's expression changed drastically: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

When Xue Tong brought in tea from outside, she saw the room in complete chaos.

Xue Lan and Yan Chengxue slandered each other, launching swift attacks on each other's weak points.

The intensity of the battle was comparable to a discussion between Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

The girl walked to the table, put down the tea in her hand, and then exchanged a glance with Wu Yijun beside her.

The woman in red nodded to Xue Tong and softly uttered four words: "Foresight."

Xue Tong gently shook her head, her voice as gentle as a drizzle: "I only understand Xue Lan."

Fifteen minutes later, Xue Lan and Yan Chengxue sat on opposite sides of the table, drinking the tea that Xue Tong had poured for them.

Looking at Xue Lan's disheveled blue robes, Xue Tong thought to herself that Lord Wolf King was truly angry.

They all got out of bed.

Yan Chengxue took a sip of tea, her voice firm: "I will never involve Junjun in your nonsense about this."

Xue Lan frowned: "You don't trust me?"

Yan Chengxue: "I trust you!"

Xue Lan asked in confusion, "Then why not?"

Yan Chengxue: ...

Seeing Yan Chengxue's anger rising again, Wu Yijun quickly restrained her:

"Senior brother."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xue Tong refilled the man's teacup, saying, "Calm down, calm down."

"Xue Lan, don't you understand?"

Why are you arguing with someone who is as daring as they are and as productive as they are?

Xue Lan sat opposite Yan Chengxue and smiled, but was about to speak when Wu Yijun glared at her.

The person, who was infuriatingly irritating, quickly waved his hand: "I won't say anything, I'll drink my tea. I'll drink my tea!"

The atmosphere gradually calmed down after Xue Lan and Yan Chengxue finished drinking the pot of tea that Xue Tong had brought in.

Yan Chengxue suppressed her anger, and her voice became calm and steady.

The young man's eyes were full of concern:

"No matter what you want to do later, you can't do anything reckless before you reach the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop and the early Nascent Soul stage."

Wu Yijun watched the young man from the side, thinking that Xue Lan's move to kill Lin Shuang was already reckless enough.

Despite thinking this to himself, Wu Yijun still sided with Yan Chengxue.

Wu Yijun: "Senior brother is right, don't think too much right now."

Xue Lan knew the two meant well, after all, Yan Chengxue and Wu Yijun were just cultivators from the lower realm. They could never have guessed Xue Lan's current situation.

In the eyes of these friends, he was nothing more than a weapon refiner with some talent who liked to court death.

The woman nodded gently: "I know I won't make any moves before the Wan Gong Workshop trial. But..."

Xue Lan changed the subject abruptly, keenly sensing that everyone's breathing paused.

"It's quite difficult for me to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

It's not just difficult, it's completely impossible.

Of course, it wasn't a matter of spiritual root talent, but rather Xue Lan's own considerations.

Ever since discovering that her body from her previous life was still usable, Xue Lan had no plans to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

If one's cultivation level is too high, it will be difficult to handle the subsequent matters if one merges the corpse of one's previous life with this body.

As the bodies merge, the cultivation level from the previous life will gradually recover, so there's no need to worry about cultivation.

However, Yan Chengxue was unaware of Xue Lan's considerations. The young man's voice held a hint of doubt:

"That's impossible, with your talent."

"How could it be impossible to break through to the next realm?"

Xue Lan forced herself to speak: "I don't know, maybe I'm not familiar with the new Golden Core cultivator!"