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

Chapter 308 Sending the Little Spider Back

Why haven't you visited your senior apprentice lately?

Inside Xue Lan's weapon-refining cave, Xue Tong skillfully knocked out a nightmare demon in his hand and casually tossed it into a basket to the side.

Xue Lan, who was writing and drawing at the small table in front of the weapon-refining platform, looked up and a relieved smile appeared on her face: "It's all right now that we've talked it out."

Xue Tong felt like she was just an emotionless assembly line worker, chatting with the people around her while she worked.

The girl spoke, her tone light and cheerful: "There isn't much description of the Xuanhuang Sect in the original work, so I don't know about your sect's stubbornness."

With a "pfft," Xue Lan burst out laughing.

“That’s right, it’s the God of the Bull’s Horn.” Xue Lan murmured softly.

Two of the five peak masters of the Xuanhuang Sect were always troubled by unfinished business.

but……

"No one can be indifferent."

Xue Lan picked up the letter written on the table, put it away, and skillfully handed over the Soul Guide.

"Little Soul, go to Jiangyun Sect again for Jun. Give the things to your Sister Shishi."

The spirit guide nodded and happily left with the letter.

"It's a sword that Heaven has recognized and bestowed upon it the name of an Earth Immortal Sword, yet you treat it like a mere mortal every day." After the Soul Guide left, Xue Tong couldn't help but speak up.

Xue Lan put away the pen and ink on the table: "If I could happily deliver letters like this for the rest of my life, I would be quite happy."

Xue Tong rolled her eyes at her: "Nonsense."

Xue Lan stood up and stretched: "I don't know if it's because I'm getting old, but I tend to overthink things now."

Xue Tong smiled and continued talking.

Before the nightmare could even knock twice, a head suddenly popped out from the side:

"Is it almost done?"

"What are you doing!"

Xue Tong jumped up from her stool.

"If you sneak your head in like that again next time, I'll pinch it off!"

Knowing she was in the wrong, Xue Lan took a step back to protect her head.

"Is it almost finished?" Xue Lan asked tentatively.

Xue Tong sneered and placed the basket full of nightmares in front of Xue Lan: "Yes, it's all done. I picked them all out myself. I didn't let anyone else do it. Here, take it!"

Knowing she was in the wrong, Xue Lan had been leaving most of the complicated and trivial matters to Xue Tong these days in order to be cautious about the affairs of the True Man.

"I'm so sorry." Xue Lan bent down and picked up the basket. "I'll treat you to something delicious when we get to Siyaochuan."

Xue Tong picked out the key phrase from that sentence: "Si Yaochuan?"

The girl's voice suddenly lowered: "You're going to... this time it's Daoist Qingyin, are you out of your mind?"

Xue Lan walked up to her, and the two began to plot.

"What do you mean I'm risking my life? If I were risking my life, my inner demons would have been released and run away long ago."

"So what do you mean now? There are still two and a half years until the Wan Gong Fang Secret Realm opens!" Xue Tong hated it when Xue Lan kept her in suspense the most, and couldn't help but tug at Xue Lan's sleeve.

"I've already sent a message to Shishi. Let's see if we can use the name of Seven Butterfly Valley to get me out of here," Xue Lan said softly.

Xue Tong was still somewhat puzzled: "Seven Butterfly Valley?"

Just as she was wondering, two little spiders, Xiaoyu and Xiaofei, poked their heads out of the hole they had dug.

The girl immediately understood what Xue Lan meant: "It's not Xue Lan, you wouldn't..."

Xue Lan nodded: "Seven Butterfly Valley is more suitable for their cultivation."

Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan, then at the two little spiders.

Although Te had always been somewhat afraid of the two little ones, Xue Tong still felt a pang of sadness upon suddenly hearing that Xue Lan was planning to send them away.

But she knew she had no other choice.

Xue Lan's next plan is not the trivial matters they've been involved in for the past ten years in the mortal world.

Upon arriving at Siyaochuan, the first person they encountered was a genius carefully nurtured by the Lin family of the Upper Realm.

Then there's the struggle for the ultimate inheritance of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop, and the matter of the Tongtian Green Willow in Yandu.

The girl sighed softly:

"After thinking about it carefully, I realized I can't bring the two of them along."

Xue Tong's eyes were a little moist. Having been bound to Xue Lan for more than ten years, she still couldn't accept the separation.

"When we get to Siyaochuan, I'll take them out for a delicious meal."

Xue Tong smiled, but Xue Lan felt that she wasn't really happy.

"it is good!"

The cave fell silent. The little spider, which had been peeking out of its hole, sensed something was wrong and immediately pulled its head back in.

The inner demon within the sea of ​​consciousness spoke, its tone clearly mocking: "The great dictator is about to exercise his power again."

"They always use the excuse of doing what's best for them, but they never ask what the children think."

Xue Lan neither agreed nor disagreed.

The woman simply replied, "I always have my own considerations."

The inner demon didn't understand the meaning of Xue Lan's words, and Xue Lan obviously didn't intend to explain to her.

"You are a dictator, Lord Wolf King, don't make excuses."

The voice of my inner demons kept filling my ears, like some kind of evil murmur.

However, Xue Lan ignored her attacks.

Finally, her inner demons were truly stirred up, and the woman let out a cold laugh and spoke:

Do you know what I hate most about you?

She spoke each word with icy coldness: "What I hate most is when you pretend to care for all the people, yet refuse to listen to their voices."

Xue Lan couldn't help but laugh, thinking to herself that this was indeed her inner demon.

Although I don't understand myself well enough now, I'm not so clear about what hits the nail on the head.

But if you hit it just once out of ten times, it will make Xue Lan jump up.

The woman's voice was calm, but the inner demon could still detect a hint of anger in it: "Get out!"

After uttering this word, the inner demon's gaze darted around, once again receiving the flying head treatment.

The inner demon's head rolled to the ground; this time, she was the first to break down.

The woman's voice was vicious: "Xue Lan, are you a sore loser?!"

Xue Lan's teasing voice rang in her ears:

"I haven't recovered my memories of my past life, but I've regained my temper from it."

“Every time you are right, I will behead you.”

After saying this, Xue Lan casually severed the telepathic connection between herself and her inner demon.

However, the bond between the two of them was too deep. Even though Xue Lan cut off the transmission, the indistinct voice of the inner demon still rang in her mind.

Xue Lan: Although I couldn't hear clearly, her swearing sounded very vulgar.

Thinking of this, Xue Lan suddenly didn't want to swallow her anger anymore.

She forced out two tears and looked at Xue Tong to the side.

"What's wrong?" Xue Tong asked as expected.

Xue Lan pointed to herself: "She's cursing me in my mind's eye."

Xue Tong knew who this "she" was, and the girl asked in confusion, "I've never seen you so aggrieved when I scold you!"

The girl feigned confusion and asked, "When did you become so thin-skinned?"

Xue Lan couldn't keep up the act any longer, and the woman said succinctly, "She insulted me, so help me insult her!"

So the inner demon cursed for a long time until he finally realized that someone was transmitting a message to him.

He was overjoyed, thinking that he had broken Xue Lan's defenses, but instead he heard a playful voice.

"Ahem, everyone, listen up, I'm about to start yelling!"

The inner demon gritted his teeth: "Xue Lan!"