HLnovel Chapter 575 Let me see your demon!
Chapter 575 Let me see your demon!
At dawn, a gentle breeze rises, a light drizzle falls, and the moon is pale and the stars are few.
Xue Lan emerged from the weapon-refining cave, watched by everyone, her clothes damp with moisture.
A light blue oil-paper umbrella appeared in the woman's hand. Xue Lan turned around, holding the umbrella, and waved to the crowd.
"Alright, everyone go back now. We won't see you off. There's still something being refined in the smelting furnace."
Not a single person retreated.
Xue Lan couldn't help but chuckle softly:
"What's wrong? You're a little reluctant to let go of the free guidance?"
Jin Haiping took the first step forward and bowed to Xue Lan:
"Take care, Master Xue."
"Take care, Master Xue!"
The loud voices of the crowd mingled with the soft sound of rain before dawn, gently stirring Xue Lan's heartstrings.
The woman gently raised her hand, and the oil-paper umbrella in her hand floated above her head.
Xue Lan bowed to the crowd.
"Gentlemen! There is plenty of time in the future."
After saying this, the woman turned and walked away with her umbrella into the darkness before dawn, disappearing from sight in no time.
Walking in the drizzle, Xue Lan was prone to thinking about miscellaneous things, one of which was what she had just said to Huai Xing.
Lord Wolf originally intended to use his own experience to advise Huaixing, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not right.
That child is a genuine young person, not some old monster with deep-seated obsessions like her. Talking about letting go of obsessions is just too strange.
So Xue Lan spoke to him endlessly, refining his teachings through countless trials.
She believed that the new generation of the Yuanming Realm would have a long future, able to pursue the endless Dao as time passed, and that all things difficult to understand could be honed by time until they reached the pinnacle of perfection.
This is the expectation of the Yuanming world for ten thousand years, and also Xue Lan's blessing for Huaixing.
"Xue Lan".
A cold and solemn female voice reached her ears, pulling Xue Lan out of her reverie and making her see Zhu Yun Daojun standing not far away.
The woman wore a light blue dress, looking dignified and elegant, like a lotus flower rising from the mud, untouched by its surroundings.
"Uncle."
Xue Lan slowly walked over and bowed to Daoist Zhu Yun, then smiled and spoke:
"Did my senior uncle come to see me off?"
"Exactly."
As she spoke, the woman in white took a small object from her sleeve and placed it in Xue Lan's hand:
"this is for you."
"Jade flute?"
Xue Lan gently stroked the object in her hand, her tone tinged with disbelief.
Her Uncle Zhuyun, who usually disliked her singing, actually gave her a flute.
The woman looked up at Daoist Zhuyun: "Uncle-Master, did you take the wrong thing?"
Daoist Zhuyun couldn't help but pat her head:
"This jade flute is a magical artifact, even if you..."
The woman paused for a moment, seemingly considering her words:
Even if you're tone-deaf, you won't sound too bad.
Xue Lan's smile vanished instantly, and the woman spoke listlessly:
"Uncle-Master, you didn't have to say that last sentence."
Daoist Zhuyun couldn't help but chuckle, then the woman spoke to Xue Lan with utmost seriousness:
"If you come back safely this time, I'll let you go play at the front of Yunhui Peak."
“Lanlan, I know that Daoxuan has severed your connection with the Xuanhuang Sect. But the Xuanhuang Sect will always be your home.”
After saying this, the woman pointed to the jade flute in Xue Lan's hand:
"As long as you blow the last hole in the Yuanming Realm, no matter how far away you are, whether you are in heaven or on earth, your master will come to pick you up and take you home."
"Thank you, Senior Uncle. You're the best."
Xue Lan smiled gently at Daoist Zhu Yun:
"Nothing will be surprising."
The young woman holding the umbrella slowly disappeared into the distance, and suddenly a white shadow appeared behind Daoist Zhuyun.
"Master."
"Yun'er," Qingyin Daojun spoke softly.
"Do you think we haven't paid enough attention to this child? How could she have become like this in just ten years?"
"It was like a dream."
It seems like just yesterday he was copying books and being cunning in the library, but today he has become the master craftsman of Wan Gong Fang, who handles everything flawlessly and plans countless schemes for the Yuanming world.
"The children of the Xuanhuang Sect have all turned out like this!"
The white-robed Daoist sighed, turned, and disappeared into the misty rain.
When Xue Lan arrived at the market, Xue Tong and his group were eating noodles around a table.
Miss Xiaotong was very wealthy and generous, treating everyone to a meal, even giving a bowl of noodles to Master Shensuan.
Xue Lan looked at Shen Suan Zhenren, who was eating with a refined manner while holding a bowl of noodles, and felt a little indescribable.
"Do you want to eat breakfast?" Xue Tong looked up at her from the bowl of noodles.
"I invite you."
Xue Lan deftly closed her umbrella: "Then I'll have a bowl."
"I want a bowl too."
A cyan shadow flashed past her, instantly snatching the spot Xue Lan had chosen.
Xue Lan looked closely and spoke with a tone full of helplessness:
"Grandmaster, please don't bully us juniors, okay?"
The visitor was none other than Xuanji Zhenren, one of the two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators of the Xuanhuang Sect stationed at Duanshui Pass.
"Am I bullying you?"
Master Xuanji looked at Xue Lan with a smile:
"Why don't you say that you avoid your master as soon as you arrive at Duanshui Pass, and even when you see your most feared master, Qingyin, you avoid me?"
"Lanlan, your grandmaster will be sad if you do this."
"What are you worried about? Do you think I would kill myself?"
Xue Lan sat to one side and obediently placed her wrist under Xuanji Zhenren's hand.
"So agreeable?" The young man chuckled, then waved his hand.
"Then I won't take your pulse."
Xue Lan's lips drooped in an instant:
"Grandmaster, you're playing me."
"How can you say this is playing a trick on you?" Master Xuanji asked, feigning surprise.
"Since you're so confident that even if I investigate, I won't find anything, I might as well just eat a bowl of noodles and go home."
"Did you come here just to eat a bowl of noodles?" Xue Lan asked Xuanji Zhenren expectantly, reaching out her hand.
"Isn't there anything for me?"
"You still dare to ask for things! Have you taken the medicine I gave you?"
Master Xuanji raised his hand to strike Xue Lan's palm, but the man easily dodged it.
Xue Lan recalled the two large boxes of pills hidden in her sleeve:
"I'm eating, I've been eating... I'm eating it like a meal."
"Alright, this is getting more and more outrageous!"
Master Xuanji, unable to contain himself any longer, spoke up and took a small, black porcelain bottle from his sleeve, placing it in Xue Lan's hand:
"There's only this one bottle left."
"What is this?" Xue Lan looked at the bottle in her hand with some curiosity.
Master Xuanji smiled mysteriously, then spoke softly:
"Demon Transformation Pill".
"Demon Transformation Pill?"
Xue Lan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "It can be transformed into a demon's elixir?"
Master Xuanji nodded proudly: "This journey to the East Sea requires traversing the entire desolate region. I was worried about you encountering accidents there, so I specially crafted this..."
"But now it seems you don't need this."
After the laughter faded, Master Xuanji's voice sounded exceptionally cold. The young man pointed to Xue Lan's chest:
"Let me see your demon."
Xue Lan, who had just received the bowl of noodles from the shopkeeper, froze for a moment, then jokingly said to Master Xuanji:
"Why does everyone want to see my inner demons?"
"Listen to my master, she's not pretty, don't look at her."
The inner demon in his mind rolled its eyes.
"Whether it looks good or not, Grandmaster wants to see it." Master Xuanji tapped his slender fingers lightly twice on the table.
"Lanlan, don't make Grandmaster angry."
Xue Lan was slightly taken aback, then immediately put down her chopsticks and cheerfully began to speak:
"Alright, Grandmaster, please wait while I discuss this."
The inner demon, looking at the woman before him from within his sea of consciousness, was somewhat speechless:
"Haven't you already severed your ties with the Xuanhuang Sect on the surface? Why are you still so afraid of him?"
Xue Lan smiled obsequiously yet without confidence:
"I don't know, I'm just scared."
"Why don't you go out and meet them? Consider it my last meal together."
The inner demon, seeing her looking like she was about to be executed, couldn't utter a word. The woman waved her hand at Xue Lan:
"You can leave now. I get angry just looking at you."
"Are you still coming out?" Xue Lan asked cautiously.
"I'll come out. You get out of here first."
Having received the promise, Xue Lan quickly left.
When Master Xuanji had eaten about half of his bowl of noodles, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness beside him. The young man looked up slightly and saw a woman in white behind Xue Lan.
White clothes, white hair, blue eyes.
Although he had heard Dao Xuanzi's description of Xue Lan's inner demons in his telepathic transmission, Xuanji Zhenren still felt a strange unease when he suddenly saw the inner demons in this state.
How could the inner demon of a human be depicted in such a form? White hair would be one thing—it's not uncommon for someone possessed by a demon to turn white overnight—but those blue eyes, as cold as ancient glaciers…
It's too abrupt and strange.
The Green-Clad Immortal stared at the inner demon without speaking, while the person he was scrutinizing secretly communicated telepathically with Xue Lan:
"I bet your grandmaster is wondering right now why someone's inner demons are like mine."
Xue Lan glanced at the inner demon's expression and nodded in agreement, replying:
"Anyone would have doubts."
"Can't you just accommodate me and change how I'll look for the rest of my life? You've already changed my face, hair color, and eyes, so why don't you change them too?"
The inner demon turned its head away from her, silently expressing its rejection.
Xue Lan sighed inwardly at the unwavering resolve of her inner demons, then looked at Master Xuanji with a beaming smile:
"Did Grandmaster notice anything?"
Master Xuanji discovered that the inner demon's cultivation was significantly higher than Xue Lan's. The young man smiled faintly at the woman and spoke:
"Lanlan, come behind your senior master."
Upon hearing this, the inner demon immediately rolled her eyes. The woman grabbed Xue Lan's sleeve, preventing her from leaving, her voice carrying the icy chill of the Northern Region:
"Is she afraid I'll kill her?"
As soon as she said this, Xue Lan squatted down and covered her eyes.
Having already finished her noodles, Xue Tong couldn't help but speak to her inner demon:
"Would it kill you to speak more tactfully?"
The inner demon nodded solemnly: "I find that kind of talk disgusting."
Xue Tong didn't say anything, but silently made a mental note of it for her.
The smile on Master Xuanji's face vanished the instant the inner demon spoke. The young man's expression turned cold, his voice carrying a hint of flippant amusement:
"Are you truly her inner demon?"
"What is her cultivation level? She has a demonic inner demon at the Nascent Soul stage!"
Xue Lan, who was squatting on the ground, looked up slightly at Xuanji Zhenren, feeling a secret sense of pride.
Lord Wolf: It's nothing, just a fifteenth-realm demon lord, half a step demon master. Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning at all!
Seeing that Lord Wolf's lips were practically curling up to the sky, Xue Tong quietly crept over and slapped her on the back of the head:
"The two sides are locked in a tense standoff, what are you laughing about here for?"
Xue Lan was jolted out of her narcissism by the slap. The woman looked at Xue Tong with a completely bewildered expression, then said in a cheeky tone, "What should we do, Xiao Tong?"
Xue Tong slapped him again: "You're peeking at my storybook again!"
Xue Lan covered the back of her neck with one hand, and raised the other hand high:
"Grandmaster! Grandmaster!"
Master Xuanji saw that the person who had been cowering back earlier had poked his head out again, and Xue Lan looked at him with a fawning smile:
"I swear, I swear she is my inner demon, no doubt about it, or may I be struck by lightning."
He then raised three fingers, his face resolute.
Xue Tong couldn't help but smile as she looked at the man.
For many years, Lord Wolf has been speaking recklessly and mocking the Heavenly Dao. Today, he finally spoke the truth and didn't incur a thunderous calamity.
Unfortunately, Master Xuanji did not believe it.
The young man's slender fingers caressed the blue gourd hanging from his waist, a dangerous smile playing in his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes.
"I don't believe you. You never tell the truth."
Xue Lan immediately wiped the smile off her face, replacing it with an expression of utter grievance:
"Grandmaster, how could you say that about me?"
"Why can't I say?" Master Xuanji narrowed his eyes slightly:
"You're not without precedent."
Xue Lan looked at Xue Tong: "What should we do? It seems that I don't have much credibility with Grandmaster Xuanji."
"Lord Wolf King is too modest. Your reputation in the Xuanhuang Sect has never been high."
Xue Lan didn't want to talk to her for the time being. The woman gave Xue Tong a resentful look, then spoke to Master Xuanji again:
"Please believe me, Grandmaster. The one before you is indeed my genuine inner demon. As for her cultivation level..."
"Xue Lan will definitely inform you after the matter in the East China Sea is resolved."
Master Xuanji looked into Xue Lan's grayish-white eyes, as if trying to see through her through them.
Unfortunately, Xue Lan's gray eyes seemed shrouded in layers of mist, making it impossible for him to see clearly or guess what was going on.
Beneath the woman's calm and composed expression, her thoughts and consciousness were as still as a calm lake.
Xue Lan's thoughts were far too open.
Master Xuanji chuckled softly, a hint of helplessness in his voice:
"So you've learned to make empty promises to your master too?"
Xue Lan shook her head and said, "This is not a pie in the sky that I made to my master, but a promise I made to him."
"Grandmaster, would you be willing to trust your disciple one more time?"
Master Xuanji couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this. The young man laughed heartily and stood up with a flourish.
"You're just taking advantage of the fact that I won't dare to do anything to you."
The young man seemed to have accepted Xue Lan's concealment, lightly tapping his fingertips on the blue gourd at his waist before getting up and taking away his bowl of noodles from the table.
"The head of Wan Gong Fang must keep his promise and never break it!"
Xue Lan nodded solemnly to the young man:
"Never break your promise!"