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

Chapter 662 Unyielding for Ten Thousand Years, Never Giving an Inch

"It's alright, Xiao Wu."

Xue Lan wiped away Cui Wu's tears, looking at her adopted junior sister with a gentle expression.

"Why are you crying so much? If you keep crying, it will be beneath the dignity of a city lord."

In fact, Cui Wu is by no means a crybaby.

When she was ostracized by her fellow disciples on Mount Jiyue, she remained silent and reserved. After arriving at Xuanhuang Sect and being assigned to Fuyang City, she became even more discreet.

All her emotions were hidden beneath a gentle and amiable smile. Since embarking on her path to immortality, Cui Wu had shed tears only a handful of times.

"This was my senior uncle's own decision," Xue Lan said softly.

"I knew about it a long time ago."

Xue Lan had already met the True Man Shen Suan at Duan Shui Pass... no...

Xue Lan knew that she could not keep Shen Suan Zhenren when Zhang Mingqiu and others perished at Jiyue Mountain.

Shen Suan Zhenren entered the Dao through divination and used his arithmetic skills to build a home for himself.

Over the course of more than a decade, they scattered and vanished into thin air.

Xue Lan raised her hand and touched Cui Wu's hair bun, as if she were petting a little rabbit.

"I thought I should tell you."

"After all, it was my senior uncle who brought you back from Jiyue Mountain back then."

Cui Wu recalled the Shen Suan Zhenren whose hair turned white overnight years ago, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

She cried very softly, as if she were sighing.

But the hand holding Xue Lan trembled uncontrollably, causing even his shoulders to become unsteady.

Xue Lan looked at her quietly.

Cui Wu was the most calm and composed disciple of Jiyuan Peak, and also the disciple with the deepest worldly ties.

Xue Lan sent her to Fuyang City, using her to form a unique connection that linked all the humans, demons, ghosts, and gods in the Yuanming mortal realm.

For decades, Choi Wu has consistently done an excellent job.

The Yuan and Ming dynasties were known to be good in the lower realms.

Xue Lan's divine sense landed on the city lord's token at Cui Wu's waist.

The inner demon within Xue Lan's sea of ​​consciousness heard her speak:

"Lately, I've been wanting to go back on my word a lot."

"Going back on your word?" The inner demon repeated Xue Lan's words.

"That's fine too. Give her a chance to choose. After the upper and lower realms merge, you shouldn't lack people who can take over this business. The leaders of the Seven Sects and Twelve Schools must have considered this when they sent you to deliver the token."

Rarely receiving support from her inner demons, Xue Lan looked at Cui Wu with gentle eyes.

"Xiao Wu, the upper and lower realms are about to merge."

Cui Wu lowered his hand from his eyes, his reddened eyes looking at Xue Lan in surprise.

"I discussed this with the seniors at the last Ascension Ceremony. This trip to the East Sea is to make this happen."

Cui Wu didn't speak, but just stared at Xue Lan.

Xue Lan understood her; the merging of the upper and lower realms was indeed far too shocking.

When I first brought it up, it caused quite a stir.

"You know, my senior sister can do anything."

Cui Wu had always blindly trusted Xue Lan, but even with such blind faith, he was now somewhat worried.

"Which elder initiated this? I always thought you went to the desolate region only for your second senior brother."

Xue Lan really wanted to tell her that she was the one who started it, but in order not to worry Cui Wu too much, Lord Wolf King brought up Wei He and his grandmaster.

“It was Master Wei who spearheaded this; I met Master Wei in the Wan Gong Fang.”

Cui Wu finished reading the sect history in his first month after joining the Xuanhuang Sect, so he naturally knew who Wei He Daojun was.

A genius who appears only once every ten thousand years in the mortal realm of Yuanming, a peerless swordsman who is decisive in killing.

She felt a little relieved, but not completely at ease.

Xue Lan then spoke:

"When the upper and lower realms of Yuanming merge, a great upheaval will occur at Luoxia Mountain. Cui Wu, are you still willing to become the city lord of Fuyang City?"

Cui Wu raised his hand and pressed down on the token at his waist: "Senior sister, are you going to remove me from my post?"

Xue Lan shook her head: "Senior sister doesn't have that ability, she just wanted to ask a question. Maybe our Little Fifth also wants to travel the world with a sword, break through formations and kill enemies, and ride the wind and fly through the nine heavens."

Instead of answering Xue Lan's question directly, Cui Wu asked a question in return:

"What about my senior sister?"

"Senior sister, are you willing to become the head of the Wan Gong Fang and bear those responsibilities year after year?"

Xue Lan was stumped by the question, and after a long while, she slowly spoke:

"Of course I'm willing."

“Then I’m willing too.” Cui Wu looked steadily at Xue Lan.

"Senior sister, our senior master is no longer here."

“Many people died in the mortal realm during the Yuanming era. The River Styx in the many underworlds around Luoxia Mountain is full of remnant souls. Some of my old friends went to the desolate region after resting at Luoxia Mountain and never returned.”

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes.

"Compared to them, Xiao Wu has already done very well. After living peacefully in Luoxia Mountain for so many years, it's time to face the crisis."

Xue Lan was about to speak when Cui Wu stopped her with a piece of osmanthus cake.

"Third Senior Sister said you always treat us like children, but Senior Sister..."

Cui Wu had never spoken to Xue Lan like this before:

“From the day you brought Cui Wu back to the Xuanhuang Sect, he was no longer a child.”

Xue Lan was shocked, as if a huge boulder weighing a thousand pounds had suddenly been placed in her heart.

"Senior sister, I have a secret."

Cui Wu spoke softly and frankly.

"A secret about Senior Sister Zhang."

Cui Wu had been away from Jiyue Mountain for many years, but his memories, like fabric constantly being dyed in a vat, became clearer and clearer.

That moonlit night, behind that blood-stained cave on the back of Jiyue Mountain, Zhang Mingqiu cast a divination to comfort her. She held Cui Wu's hand as she read her palm, her voice weak and gentle.

"You are destined for a great calamity, but don't be afraid."

"The road ahead takes a turn for the better, and a new lease on life is found in the most desperate situation."

"You will never be controlled by anyone in your life."

Cui Wu believed it and desperately fled the dark cave. He fought Qi Yaoyao in the wilderness and, on the verge of death, encountered Xue Lan.

"But senior sister, I didn't have palm prints back then."

Cui Wu extended his hand to Xue Lan.

All the life lines on the woman's palm were a blurry, tangled mess, except for her marriage destiny, which was clearly visible.

That was the fate that the original plot had ordained for Cui Wu.

In the original storyline, Cui Wu would meet Lu Feng after the Jiyue Mountain Incident, and from then on, all the joys and sorrows of his life would be on the shoulders of one man.

Xue Lan held Cui Wu's hand, which was trembling uncontrollably.

"I thought...I..."

She believed that she had changed Cui Wu's fate.

But it turns out that before her... someone had already wanted to save this girl.

"Senior sister, Senior Sister Zhang is so kind."

Like the moon in the sky, its light is clear and bright.

Cui Wu slowly closed his palms, spoke solemnly, his voice filled with determination:

"Cui Wu wants to become the city lord of Fuyang City."

"Because in my life, I will never be controlled by anyone or submit to anything. I have no fear of evil, and I have no fear of villains."

"I am willing to guard the Yuanming Realm for a thousand years, ten thousand years, until my body dies and my soul dissipates."

A golden light flashed across the woman's body, mingling with Daoist energy and flowing between the two.

Cui Wu chose a different path.

The way to maintain the status quo.

A way of protecting the land that will stand firm for millennia and never yield an inch.

"Don't worry, senior sister, and don't worry, everyone. Cui Wu will never betray the blood and bones of those who died in battle."

"As for the incident that Senior Sister mentioned, Cui Wu, let's wait and see!"