HLnovel Chapter 522 Peach Blossom Cake
Chapter 522 Peach Blossom Cake
Time seemed to pass at almost zero inside Xue Lan's sleeve; she had previously stored a roast chicken for three years and was quite satisfied with that.
I never expected this kind of problem to occur.
The ink on the "Forging Heaven Technique," which he had just finished writing and stuffed into his sleeve, was still wet when it smudged into a large patch under Yuan Zhen's fingertips.
The boy turned his head slightly to look at him, his mind filled with what Xue Lan had said earlier.
Yuan Zhen: What should I do if I break the sect's top-level cultivation technique in front of the workshop owner before I've even become an apprentice?
Xue Lan was pondering how to maintain her mysterious image while deceiving Yuan Zhen when she suddenly noticed that the boy's face was pale and his lips were trembling slightly.
It looks like a poor little cabbage.
Xue Lan suddenly felt more confident.
The woman smiled gently and patted Yuan Zhen's shoulder lightly: "Why are you shaking?"
"Do you think I would kick you out of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop because of this?"
"Master...I..."
Yuan Zhen turned his head stiffly to look at Xue Lan, his eyes filled with emotion, but Xue Lan interrupted him halfway through his sentence.
"OK OK!"
"This is the first volume of the 'Heaven Forging Technique,' and its cultivation cannot be delayed."
"When Xiao Sheng returns, the two of you go back to the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop. I will refine a spirit-suppressing ring for you here."
After hurriedly finishing her sentence, Xue Lan walked towards the central smelting furnace, followed by a long string of materials that were enveloped in spiritual energy and suspended in the air.
Yuan Zhen carefully put away the "Heaven-Forging Technique" and looked at Xue Lan's retreating figure, asking in confusion:
"Didn't the sect leader say to the seniors that he needed to rest for a while?"
"how……"
Why do I have to get busy with that right after I finished watching this?
Xue Lan couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this, and the woman turned to look at Yuan Zhen:
"Talking to you just now was like a break for me."
Yuan Zhen smiled somewhat embarrassedly upon hearing this:
"That's clearly troubling the sect leader to spend so much effort on his disciple, how can that be considered rest?"
"For her now, she only wants to do one thing at a time, even when she's resting."
A clear female voice came from behind, and Yuan Zhen saw Xue Tong and Xiao Sheng who had gone out not long ago.
"For you!"
Xue Tong walked to the edge of the smelting furnace and handed Xue Lan a small oil paper package:
"Eat up, you'll be better able to work when you're full."
"What is this?" Xue Lan asked with a smile.
"Sister, it's peach blossom cake." Little Sheng, holding a box of peach blossom cakes, called out loudly and also stuffed one into Yuan Zhen's hand.
"Peach blossom cake?" Xue Lan opened the oil paper package, took a bite, and then squinted her eyes happily.
"You two stand still, I'll take you back to Wan Gong Fang."
Yuan Zhen immediately took Xiao Sheng's hand and stood still, obediently being sent away by Xue Lan.
The huge cave fell silent after Yuan Zhen and the other person left. Xue Tong watched Xue Lan work while munching on peach blossom cakes. More than a dozen kinds of refining materials slowly fell onto the smelting platform from behind Xue Lan, in an orderly manner.
After quickly finishing the peach blossom cake in her hand, Xue Lan conjured a cluster of blazing flames in her palm, instantly burning the thin oil paper to ashes.
"With you by my side, the Strange Fire will do anything!"
"There's nothing I can do about it!" Xue Lan shrugged helplessly. "What can I do? It's with me."
"Following you has been so tough!" Xue Tong sighed, then asked:
"Is there anything else you need me to do?"
"Logically, the matter should be over, but I suddenly remembered something important while I was eating the flower cake."
Xue Tong asked with some doubt:
"Can a peach blossom cake really evoke memories of your dead?"
"Well..." Xue Lan smiled shyly, looking rather bashful.
A bad feeling rose in Xue Tong's heart.
Xue Lan took out two baskets of flower cakes from her sleeve.
"I put it in my sleeve when I left Seven Butterfly Valley last time, but I was too busy and forgot to eat it."
"Take this and share it with your friends from the War Puppet Mansion!"
After an incense stick had burned, a seemingly unfortunate girl carrying a basket full of flower cakes knocked on the door of Wu Yijun's cave.
"Tongtong is here?"
A woman dressed in black sat under a peach tree in the courtyard, with tools for making puppets laid out on the table.
"Hello, Junjun!" Xue Tong placed the basket on the stone table with a formulaic smile.
"This is a gift from Xue Lan."
"What gift?"
Wu Yijun reached out curiously and took out a flower cake from the basket.
The expectation in the woman's eyes vanished in an instant:
"I originally thought she would give me some refining materials."
Xue Tong was already speechless at this group of people, but she couldn't help but speak up after hearing the woman's words:
"You guys really like ingredients that much?"
Wu Yijun took a bite of the flower cake and nodded:
"Yes Yes!"
Xue Tong: Okay, okay!
Seeing the girl's somewhat speechless expression, Wu Yijun couldn't help but chuckle.
The woman reached out and picked up a piece of wood from the table:
"Don't think too much, little kid. How about I make you a little wooden puppet?"
"Little wooden puppet?"
“Yes, make it exactly like you, the kind that can move.” Wu Yijun gestured a few times with the carving knife towards Xue Tong.
"do you want?"
Xue Tong nodded frantically: "I want it! I want it!"
Wu Yijun couldn't help but chuckle: "Sit still and don't move."
The chilly spring breeze in Xie Cuicheng rustled Xue Tong's clothes, and Wu Yijun's carving knife fell on the wood, making a pleasant sound.
The little puppet that Yan Chengxue had entrusted to Wu Yijun ran out of the room, grabbed Xue Tong's sleeve, and tried to pull her away.
"Why didn't Yan Chengxue take it with her?" Xue Tong asked curiously, reaching out to let the little puppet hold it.
"He said he was being abused every day by Senior Lei Kui and didn't want the little one to see it..."
"Zhenzhen! Don't pull the guests' hair!"
The little puppet that had reached for Xue Tong's hair slowly withdrew its hand. Xue Tong was unaware of her own illusion, but she could see a hint of guilt on the little puppet's face.
"It's okay, Junjun. If it pinches me too hard, I'll hit it myself!"
Wu Yijun didn't speak. The little puppet pried open Xue Tong's fingers and ran out in a flash.
Xue Tong couldn't help but laugh:
"What a coward!"
Wu Yijun continued carving his little wooden puppet: "It's just a little wooden puppet. Yan Chengxue and I spent more than ten years building it to give it intelligence."
"Being a little timid is nothing to be ashamed of."
“That’s right! It’s just a little wooden puppet.” Xue Tong chuckled softly, then looked at Wu Yijun again:
"By the way, Junjun, sculpt me beautifully... What flew by?"
Before Xue Tong could finish her sentence, she saw a bright silver streak flash across Xie Cuicheng's azure sky, moving with incredible speed.
"It's a sword cultivator!"
Wu Yijun suddenly stood up from the stone table.
"That's the direction of the Black Tower!"
"Oh no, Xue Lan!"
Xue Tong got up and hurriedly tried to run outside, but was blocked by someone outside the cave.
The prudent strategist, dressed in a plain blue robe, stood in the bright spring sunshine and smiled gently at Xue Tong:
"It's spiritual energy."
It's Ling Yuanzi!
Xue Tong lit a candle for Xue Lan in her heart.
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