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

Chapter 615 Xiaoshan, I am your master



Chapter 615 Xiaoshan, I am your master

"Senior brother, you've arrived! Come and see this child!"

Hearing Zhu Yun Daojun's voice, Xue Lan slowly peeked out from behind Ling Yuanzi and saw Shen Suan Zhenren in a blue robe and Gong Yuan standing not far away behind the crowd.

The old man walked over slowly with his usual gentle smile, but Xue Lan only wanted to back away.

She could see their faces clearly!

A clear face.

In this world where everything is intertwined with her cause and effect, Shen Suan Zhenren and Gong Yuan have no karmic destiny, like a kite with a broken string.

It was crystal clear to her.

"We can't keep them!"

Xue Lan felt as if she had been torn in two. The seemingly innocent girl, however rational, walked forward and coldly addressed the shrewd and calculating man:

"Don't go any further, you'll die if you do."

Xue Lan, who had cultivated in the Xuanhuang Sect for many years, felt as if her heart had been ripped out, and she murmured hoarsely:

"Uncle..."

"Uncle!"

The old man in front of her slowly spoke to her:

"Dead ends in this world always have to be walked by someone."

The gentle old man patted her head softly, offering her a blessing based on this extraordinary divination:

"All that you do will be accomplished, and all that you think of will be given."

"The body is like a mayfly, but life is like eternal spring."

"you are lying!"

Xue Lan, seemingly freed from her restraints, spoke softly.

“No, this is a gift.” Shen Suan Zhenren looked at Xue Lan gently.

"Wolf King... no..."

"This is your final gift, from your senior uncle!"

Everything around fell silent.

The disciples' conversations ceased, and the melodious crane cries of the Xuanhuang Sect were gone.

Everything around Xue Lan blurred in her eyes, like a large, flowing river, all mixed together.

"We can't keep them!"

The woman's voice was weak, like a butterfly with broken wings, slowly, slowly falling to the ground.

The little girl took a step forward and grasped one of Shen Suanzhen's fingers.

The woman's weak voice mingled with the childish, indifferent voice of a boy; outwardly she was smiling, inwardly she was crying.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle..."

"The same to you!"

"The same to you……"

"Wow..."

The owner of the hexagram learned of the hexagram, and the mixed colors shattered like a mirror.

After countless fragments, Xue Lan once again saw the remnant soul of the demon god, bound by the causal energy of the Yuanming Realm. The ferocious beast was reduced to a broken piece under the grinding of the Heavenly Dao energy, and its eyes were full of resentment as it looked at Xue Lan.

Xue Lan looked down at him, wanting to devour the demon god whole, but she didn't.

The white wolf pressed one paw against the demon's shoulder, letting the broken bone spur pierce through the blood-stained paw pad.

Then she began to tear apart the remnant soul piece by piece, grinding each piece into dust between her sharp teeth.

Finally, Xue Lan looked at the shapeless mess on the ground and casually tore off a piece from it:

"Find Lin Qi!"

The demonic soul vanished into the darkness like a fish swimming away. Xue Lan ignored the remaining demonic soul, then snapped her fingers and spoke briefly:

"break!"

In the heart of the demon realm, the woman in black, who had been sitting cross-legged behind the Soul Guide, slowly opened her eyes.

"Your Majesty, you're awake!"

Hearing the cheerful voice guiding the soul, Xue Lan forced a smile and revealed a relaxed and carefree expression.

The woman slowly rose from the ground, looked at the giant claw in the sky, and spoke to the inner demon:

"You're no good! Why haven't you fought back yet?"

The inner demon, who had initially felt a sense of joy at Xue Lan's awakening, suddenly turned grim, staring at the remnant demonic soul that had appeared within the great formation along with Xue Lan's awakening:

"You haven't finished eating yet?"

"Don't meddle in the Wolf King's affairs, watch me!"

The Wolf King, who could barely walk properly, slowly took a step forward and, under the astonished gaze of the inner demon, raised his hand and waved it in the air.

The lingering, wandering demonic soul was drawn into Xue Lan's palm like a fallen leaf. The Wolf Lord roughly squeezed it into a ball and burned it with the fire of the Bifang, a shrill scream echoing throughout the entire Demon Realm.

The woman looked at the giant claw in the sky and spoke coldly:

"Get back!"

The giant black claw that had been baring its fangs and reaching forward in mid-air paused the moment it sensed the aura of the demon god, then quickly retracted, as if it had never appeared at all.

"look……"

Xue Lan's voice was full of sarcasm:

"He's still afraid of dying!"

Slowly stuffing the wisp of demonic soul into his sleeve, Xue Lan turned and walked toward the altar.

"He was originally brought by the demon god to hold you back. Now that the demon god is gone, why should it risk its life here with me?"

"He is described as extremely tyrannical and irrational, but in reality, he is smarter than anyone else."

"All demons are the same."

As Xue Lan spoke, she walked toward the altar. Clear spiritual power flowed through Gong Yuan's body, whose demon core had been shattered. He frowned slightly and opened his eyes.

In front of him, Master Shen Suan slightly turned his head to look at Xue Lan.

Both of them had exhausted their life force and were at the end of their lives, yet they remained calm and serene.

Xue Lan stood a few steps away from the two of them and spoke softly:

"Senior Uncle and Senior Brother, is there anything you want?"

The farewell words had been said countless times, and Xue Lan didn't want to repeat them again.

Irreversible events are like repeatedly stabbing your heart with a sharp knife; the pain doesn't numb you, it only grows deeper.

She has always been someone who is good at dealing with partings.

Both Shen Suanzhen and Gong Yuan smiled wryly as they looked at the calm Xue Lan before them. The old man in blue robes looked at his disciple:

"Would you like to meet the disciple that your master has accepted for you?"

"My disciple?"

The young man looked somewhat surprised, but quickly calmed down. He glanced at his tattered clothes and tried to keep his tone light:

"Is this attire, as a master, not respectable enough?"

"Fellow Daoist, I have some new ones here!"

Before Shen Suan Zhenren could speak, Lu Feng, who had been in charge of maintaining the great formation, suddenly stepped forward and took out several light-colored clothes from his storage bag.

Before Gong Yuan could refuse, he saw Xue Lan silently pick up a moon-blue plain dress from inside:

"Senior brother, that child will be all alone from now on."

Gong Yuan was slightly taken aback, then used his spiritual power to change into new clothes.

In the blink of an eye, he was still that elegant young man, as if nothing had changed.

Most of the demonic beasts in the demon realm scattered and fled the moment they heard the screams of the remnant soul of the demon god.

Those who didn't escape are the ones who can't leave.

For example, Turan, who was pinned to the ground by the combined forces of Suixin and the inner demon.

"Senior brother, are you ready?" Xue Lan asked softly.

Gong Yuan nodded:

"Okay."

Xue Lan pointed a finger at Gong Yuan's brow, then spoke softly:

"Lead."

At the Xuanhuang Sect's Calculation Peak, thousands of miles away, a young man studying divination techniques alone frowned slightly.

"It seems an old friend has come, but the master is about to depart..."

"What a strange divination! Meeting and parting again!"

Suddenly, a chill ran down the boy's spine. Then his gaze fell into endless darkness.

"where is this place?"

Zeng Xiaoshan spoke cautiously, and just as he circulated his spiritual power, a bright halo suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hill."

A gentle female voice reached Zeng Xiaoshan's ears, and he saw Xue Lan's face.

"Uncle Xue," the boy said happily, but Xue Lan did not respond.

The woman in gray slightly stepped aside, and Zeng Xiaoshan saw a gentle and refined man.

The gentle, refined man's cheeks sunken, but his eyes curved into a smile the instant he saw him:

"Xiaoshan, it is your master!"

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I thought I'd be better today, but that was just wishful thinking. I'll make up for the two missing chapters this week. (?_?)


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