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

Chapter 347 Today I Hate Someone Named Yan Chengxue

Xue Lan has lived two lives, and has been described as both unreasonable and insane.

It means that no one has ever called me foolish.

Perhaps he was ridiculed by his father when he was still a demon in his childhood.

But that was a long time ago. Given Xue Lan's current amnesia, it's unclear whether it's a real memory or just baseless speculation.

The demonic energy rising from Lin Shuang's body slowly transformed into a huge, light gray serpent, which coiled behind Lin Shuang and fiercely flicked its tongue at Xue Lan.

The pale eyes of the person it was glaring at were like two scratched mirrors, appearing hazy and unclear, but if someone suddenly met those eyes at that moment...

One can see the murderous intent seeping out like frost from the dusty round mirror.

The woman and Lin Shuang faced off, the golden lotus on her black robes shining brightly, shimmering as if it were breathing in the dark rainy night.

Xue Lan's voice carried an undeniable sneer: "Ignorant?"

"Could it be that in Miss Lin's eyes, Xue Lan is nothing more than a speck of dust confined to a corner?"

The demonic energy emanating from Lin Shuang grew increasingly intense, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a deep killing intent.

"You ants are destined to waste your lives in the mortal realm. Asking too many questions will only add to your troubles."

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint, unusual light flew from the edge of the formation.

Lin Shuang gently waved her hand, blocking the flying object three feet away.

"boom!"

The lightning spiritual power contained within Luo Shengzi poured out in an instant, illuminating Lin Shuang's face in mid-air.

The woman clearly hadn't expected something like this to fly over; her calm expression stiffened.

Wu Yijun, who had been on edge, pursed his lips slightly, revealing a restrained smile that he was trying his best to suppress.

Xue Lan nudged her with her elbow: "Laugh if you want. I gave Xiao Tong a box of Luo Shengzi so she can cause trouble in the shadows."

The woman didn't hide her words from Lin Shuang. The expressions on their faces were normal, as if this was not a life-or-death moment, but a casual chat on a summer evening.

Lin Shuang was still somewhat unsettled. The woman looked around and began to search for the array's core.

But she failed.

The great formation that trapped him was no ordinary object; it contained at least seven other formations nested within it, interlocked and possessing immense power.

The core of the formation drifted erratically within the nested array, like a drifting cloud with no fixed abode.

Not far from Lin Shuang and the others, Yan Chengxue hid in a small illusion array. The array runes under her feet kept flashing and emitting soft white light.

The young man watched Lin Shuang's actions and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

As he expected, this fellow Daoist Lin from the Upper Realm was no pushover; he also had some knowledge of formations.

But what good is research?

No one would have imagined that the core of such a complex formation was actually a single person.

The young man looked in Xue Lan's direction and saw the woman's aura intertwined like tangled threads.

Amidst the tangled threads, Xue Lan resembled a bound silkworm, her face obscured.

The young man spoke softly, his gentle voice reaching Xue Tong's ears:

"Xiaotong."

Xue Tong, who was holding a slingshot and preparing to launch a sneak attack, was startled by the person's shout.

The girl spoke in a somewhat boisterous manner: "Tell me, tell me."

Can't you see she has important business to attend to right now?

Yan Chengxue smiled and said, "Have Lin Su come find me."

Xue Tong wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she could detect a hint of madness hidden in Yan Chengxue's seemingly calm voice.

Xue Tong spoke to Lin Su, who was not far away, "Brother Lin, Brother Chengxue is calling you."

Yan Chengxue couldn't help but laugh when she heard the girl's address.

"Actually, you don't need to. I've already figured it out. You don't really like calling Xue Lan 'sister'."

Xue Tong: "Hmm! What makes you say that?"

Yan Chengxue waved her hand: "I don't know, it's just a gut feeling. I've had this feeling ever since Xue Lan first pulled you out of her sleeve in front of me."

Xue Tong: I really dislike someone named Yan Chengxue today.

The little girl placed a few more Luo Shengzi (a type of seed) in Lin Shuang's direction, but Lin Shuang blocked them all.

Lin Shuang looked at Xue Lan and said, "Is this all Fellow Daoist Xue can do, these low-class tricks?"

Xue Lan was displeased upon hearing this. The woman's eyes were curved, and she looked obedient and cute.

"My little sister is just a child. Why do you, a dignified demon, have to pick on a child?"

Lin Shuang was almost laughing in exasperation at Xue Lan when the woman suddenly waved her hand, creating a gust of wind that swept towards Xue Lan.

Wu Yijun quickly stepped forward and shielded Xue Lan behind him. The tall Qingluo Puppet Mother landed in front of the two like a giant eagle, blocking the sudden gust of wind.

Xue Lan poked her head out from beside Wu Yijun: "Fellow Daoist Lin, are you a sore loser?"

A magic seal formed from demonic energy appeared in Lin Shuang's hand: "I don't want to play with you anymore."

The battle between Wu Yijun and Lin Shuang, which had only recently ceased, resumed due to Xue Lan's meddling. After Lin Shuang awakened the demonic energy within her, her cultivation level rose to a new height. Even though Wu Yijun was simultaneously controlling two puppets to fight the enemy, he was still somewhat overwhelmed.

Xue Lan stood below, watching the figures colliding in the sky, and slowly looked at the small, chubby sword in her hand.

"Are you ready?"

The spirit guide emitted a cheerful buzzing sound.

Xue Lan couldn't remember the last time she had personally wielded a sword to kill someone. The woman's slender fingers caressed the round hilt of the Soul-Guiding Sword. A gentle smile spread across her brow.

A soft, gentle voice echoed in his mind: "What is Your Majesty thinking?"

Xue Lan slowly began to speak: "I'm thinking of an old friend."

"What you try to avoid will always come to pass," Xue Lan thought to herself, and joined the battle with her Soul-Guiding Sword.

Behind Lin Shuang, a giant snake shrouded in demonic energy was responsible for restraining the Azure Puppet Mother, while she herself was responsible for dealing with Wu Yijun and the Impermanent Puppet.

While she was completely focused, the woman suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

The chill coming from behind her felt like ice that had never melted in millennia, causing Lin Shuang's pupils to shrink sharply.

In a split second, Lin Shuang struck the white-clad puppet in front of her with a palm strike that carried the force of a hurricane. Then, she turned around swiftly to meet a sword light that slashed out from behind her.

If the sword aura of Emberlight is gentle and composed yet carries the absolute sharpness of heaven and earth, then the sword aura of Soul Guide is heavy and profound.

That adorable little chubby sword was personally named and acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao as a Soul-Guiding Sword. It has a rather rounded blade and looks like a toy belonging to some noble young master.

But even with such a round and chubby little sword, the sword's momentum is as heavy as the earth.

Lin Shuang originally thought that the extremely sharp gale in her palm would cause an extreme collision, like a needle clashing with a wheat awn.

But what greeted her was not the sharp sword intent, but an oppressive force like towering mountains.

That is the power of the soul.