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

Chapter 300 There's no escaping meeting the Grandmaster.

Xue Tong's assumption was achievable, but in the end, Xue Lan still managed to steer the child astray and steer the conversation away from the topic.

Watching the girl in the peach-pink dress skip and hop away from the cave, Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman tapped the inner demon in her mind: "Are you really not afraid that I'll put her in?"

The inner demon sat in the pavilion in the sea of ​​consciousness, drinking tea: "She's just a little bit of a useless piece of trash with a bit of brains. Letting her in wouldn't do her any good."

"You're so easygoing!" Xue Lan began packing up her things in the weapon-refining cave. The refining of the magic core was finished, and the door to the weapon-refining cave opened. Sunlight slanted in from outside, making the dust particles look like jumping specks of light.

It also resembles the myriad living beings in the Yuanming world.

"That's not..."

"Shh!"

Before the inner demon could finish speaking, Xue Lan interrupted him.

The woman had a smile in her eyes.

"Xiao Tong is nearby!"

The inner demon suddenly laughed in anger: "She's grown up now, and she still has the mind to eavesdrop?"

As Xue Lan packed her things, her fingers twitched slightly, inadvertently cutting off any possibility of Xue Tong spying on her telepathic communication.

"Children will always be like this when they grow up."

After packing her things, Xue Lan straightened up and spoke.

"Everyone is the same."

As Xue Lan straightened up, the small ball of light hidden behind a rock not far away suddenly retreated.

After noticing the small ball of light retreat, Xue Lan spoke again.

"The fact that Siyin's sword contained the might of a dragon reminded me of an old friend."

The inner demon nearly dropped the teacup in her hand as the woman stared at the blood-red sea of ​​consciousness before her. A hint of embarrassment lingered in her voice:

"I suggest you don't go looking for her until you've regained your body and reached the fifteenth realm."

Xue Lan was puzzled, recalling some memories from her past life: "Could it be that we became enemies in our past life?"

The woman, her inner demons now being asked about her real problem, cradled half of her face in her hands.

Thinking to herself, "We're clearly the same person, so why can Xue Lan seal away her memories of her past life and live carefree in the mortal realm, while I have to worry about the sins I committed in my previous life all the time?"

The woman's brows furrowed with worry: "It's almost there, even worse than turning against each other... Do you want to hear it?"

Xue Lan instinctively knew it was something good, and the woman decisively shook her head: "I politely decline."

After tidying up the things in the weapon-refining cave, Xue Lan finally called the two little spiders, Xiao Yu and Xiao Fei, back into her sleeve.

When I turned around, the entire cave was back to the desolate state it had been more than ten days earlier.

The only change was the two pits that Xiaoyu and Xiaofei dug in the corner of the cave.

These two pits have dug through the walls of the two adjacent houses, and the two adjacent houses of the two adjacent houses.

The nine cave dwellings in a row truly represent the alignment of the nine stars, and they are even arranged in a double-line pattern, with a back-and-forth connection.

For this, Xue Lan even took the time to pay out some spirit stones.

"Can't you two learn from your Aunt Xiaotong and give me a break?" Xue Lan said, using her Void Step technique to speak to the tiny spider inside her sleeve, which had shrunk to the size of two beads.

Xiaoyu and Xiaofei curled up into two small balls, expressing their resistance to being lectured.

"I think it's Xue Tong who corrupted you two. Once I get to Siyaochuan, I'll put you in Seven Butterfly Valley and see if you dare to act like this again!"

The two little spiders dared not speak and could only obediently wait for Xue Tong to come and rescue them.

Although Aunt Xiaotong screams every time she sees the two of them, she still loves them very much.

Xue Tong, who had been following behind Xue Lan, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Having resolved the issue of the demonic seeds in those half-demon children, Xue Lan's next step was to go to the cave below Qing Shui Tai to report to the elders.

This is what Qingyin Daojun Qingzi sent Wu Yijun to tell me this morning.

At the time, Xue Lan made an excuse that Xiao Sheng still needed to be taken care of and didn't want to go.

But unexpectedly, Wu Yijun stole Xiao Sheng when he left.

They took away Xue Lan's last excuse.

Then came the dawdling, from talking to Xue Tong to tidying up the cave.

Ultimately, the current slow progress is all about prolonging the process.

She really didn't want to face Qingyin Daojun; she was afraid.

But running away is useless.

A quarter of an hour later, Xue Lan leisurely arrived at the entrance to the cave below the Clear Water Terrace.

At this moment, Xue Tong, who had been following behind her, also caught up.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and Xue Tong wondered if it was just her imagination, but she actually saw rejection in Xue Lan's lifeless eyes.

After a few breaths of silence between them, Xue Lan, as if making a huge decision, slowly bowed to the bronze gate before him:

"Xue Lan, the eldest disciple of Ling Yuanzi, the peak master of Jiyuan Peak of Xuanhuang Sect, requests an audience with Grandmaster Qingyin."

Xue Tong looked at her and said, "Why aren't you doing this? Your self-introductions used to be like this."

Xue Lan's lips curled into a sly smile: "My bond with my master is stronger than gold, there's absolutely no reason for me to be the only one to be beaten."

Xue Tong: ……

"Come in!"

The bronze door in front of her slowly opened, and Xue Lan walked in with the feeling of going to her death.

The cave was no different from the previous two times I had come; except that there were a few more people.

I didn't see Daoist Qingyin and True Man Xuanji last time I came. And...

Xue Lan extended her divine sense, and the woman's gray-white eyes stared intently at the old man sitting behind Daoist Qingyin.

"Xue Lan greets the two grandmasters, seniors, and Uncle Shensuan."

Xue Lan suppressed all the emotions welling up in her heart and obediently bowed to the people in front of her.

But beneath that seemingly well-behaved and composed exterior, her heart was already in turmoil, like a tangled mess.

Xue Lan kept thinking.

Why is my senior brother here? Could it be that someone told him about Senior Brother Gong?

The Xuanhuang Sect is thousands of miles away from Qingshuitai, and apart from the two grandmasters, Qingyin Daojun and Xuanji Zhenren, no one can send messages there.

Why? Xue Lan felt a tightness in her chest.

Grandmaster and the others all know, so why can't we... can't we lie to our senior uncle?

Looking at Xue Lan, Daoist Qingyin exchanged a silent glance with True Person Xuanji.

Master Xuanji asked gently, "Lanlan, how's the matter with those children going?"

Xue Lan, as if she had never been lost in thought, bowed again and replied, "Reporting to Grandmaster, Xue Lan has divided the demonic core of that Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator into several parts, cutting off the demonic energy inherent in the children's bodies, so that they will return to normal appearance. However, the outbreak of the demonic seed still requires the elders to send people to investigate from time to time."

Master Xuanji and the other elders nodded in satisfaction upon hearing Xue Lan's words.

The little girl sitting to the right of Daoist Yuehua spoke up: "I forgot before, your name is Xue Lan... the Xue Lan who entered the Wan Gong Fang eleven years ago and overpowered all the geniuses of the Upper Realm."

Xue Lan bowed slightly and said, "You flatter me, Lord Cui Ling."

This young girl in emerald green clothes was not a human cultivator, but a demon elder sent by Jidu. She was one of the two Peacock Lords of the Peacock Clan.

Cui Ling looked at the woman with her hands hanging down below and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. She turned to Qingyin Daojun beside her and said, "Fellow Daoist Qingyin, the juniors that the human race sent to the desolate battlefield this time are all extraordinary and have outstanding talents."

Daoist Qingyin nodded slowly, his icy expression softening slightly.

“Ling Yuan’s disciple is more reliable than him.”

After saying this, the middle-aged Daoist sighed again:

"He's just a bit too daring."