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

Chapter 489 Lend Me a Few Disciples to Back Me Up

"Just dream about it!"

After listening to Xue Lan's daydream, Xu Qizhou couldn't help but speak up.

"A person needs courage." The woman leaning against the broom straightened up and took a piece of paper from her sleeve:

"Does Master have time now? I need to speak with him."

Xu Qizhou was startled and immediately sent a telepathic message to his master:

"Master!"

Dao Xuanzi's upright and peaceful voice rang out:

"Let her in."

"If you want to see her, go in yourself." Xu Qizhou stepped aside.

Xue Lan smiled and nodded, then walked into the cave.

Just before the goal was achieved, the woman turned her head slightly to look at Xu Qizhou:

"Senior brother, do everything according to the elders' wishes."

Xue Lan had no complaints.

After saying this, the woman entered the cave's protective barrier and disappeared without a trace.

Xu Qizhou glanced at Xu Qinghe beside him, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Then they went down the mountain together to prepare for the Ascension Ceremony.

Dao Xuanzi changed his clothes when he sensed Xue Lan with his divine sense, so when Xue Lan entered with a hunched back, the dignified and solemn sect leader was still sitting in front of the desk.

Looking at Xue Lan's current state, the old man spoke irritably:

"Walk properly; no wonder you don't grow tall if you hunch over."

Xue Lan never expected to be shot in the heart the moment she entered; the woman's lips trembled.

"I'm not tall because I'm naturally short, and my mother isn't tall either!"

Dao Xuanzi accurately grasped the key point in the woman's words:

"Have you seen your mother?"

Xue Lan paused for a moment, then nodded:

"I saw him in the Great Court when I was traveling around the world."

"Have you recognized each other?"

"no!"

"Why?"

Xue Lan stepped forward and placed the Xuan paper she had been carrying on Dao Xuanzi's desk:

"Look at this first."

Dao Xuanzi's attention was drawn to the woman. He looked down at the words written on the paper. The densely packed names filled the entire page, making him feel a little dizzy.

"What is this?" the old man asked, puzzled.

Xue Lan conjured a small stool for herself, sat down, and began to speak:

"Didn't you say that I'm now the owner of the Wan Gong Workshop and need my own power?"

"I need to recruit soldiers and horses."

“Accepting disciples is fine, but this…” Dao Xuanzi pointed to a name on the list:

"Why is there a War Puppet Mansion behind He Qian?"

Xue Lan carried a small stool forward to answer the questions of the headmaster:

"It's simple, they're disciples of the War Puppet Mansion."

The entire cave fell into an eerie silence in an instant, with only the rustling of the wind and the soft whisper of the crabapple blossoms.

Dao Xuanzi remained silent for a long time before finally speaking with difficulty:

"You want disciples of the War Puppet Mansion?"

Xue Lan looked at the old man with a forced smile and shrank back, protecting her head.

The woman's voice was deep and her speech was rapid:

"The things taught in the Wan Gong Fang are very difficult. We can't possibly train our disciples from scratch, can we?"

Dao Xuanzi raised his hand and tapped her on the head:

"Why can't we start training them from scratch?"

"Don't hit my head!" Xue Lan screamed and jumped up, taking several steps back.

"Uncle-Master, let's discuss this."

The woman had a smile on her face:

"Even if I could train new disciples, wouldn't the Wan Gong Fang workshop need older people?"

"I can't be the one taking care of so many children..."

The woman smiled and glanced at Dao Xuanzi:

"Even if I dared to bring you, you wouldn't feel comfortable with it, would you?"

Dao Xuanzi still wanted to hit her: "You want me to help you poach someone from your husband's family?"

Could he really do that?

"No, no!" Xue Lan waved her hands repeatedly.

"How could I let my senior master do such a thing? It's a loan, I'd like to trouble my senior master to borrow a few disciples from various sects to support me, who is weak and helpless."

As she spoke, Xue Lan took out a bag of tokens from her sleeve:

"These items serve as proof of my identity as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop. Please trouble my senior uncle to pass them on."

After thinking it over, Dao Xuanzi felt that Xue Lan's words made sense, so he returned to his desk and continued to look at Xue Lan's list.

Master Bo smiled broadly until he spotted Yan Chengxue and Wu Yijun's names in a small corner.

Dao Xuanzi understood a principle.

Some people thrive on a little kindness.

She's willing to take anything!

The matter ended with Xue Lan having two bumps on her head, and Dao Xuanzi left the list behind. He promised to contact the elders of various sects another day to help her get the people back.

"Thank you very much, Master Master. Then Xue Lan will take her leave."

The woman moved slowly, dressed in black, like a cat under the crabapple tree.

"Oh, right," the woman said, turning around.

"I've swept up all the fallen crabapple blossoms in front of the door for you."

"Master Uncle, the flowers wither and flourish once a year."

"As long as the roots are still there, everything will be alright!"

"Don't worry."

Only after the woman's figure had completely disappeared did Dao Xuanzi's stiff fingers twitch slightly.

The old man chuckled hoarsely:

"Lanlan!"

"I really can't see through you, Uncle-Master."

But what does it matter?

The old man raised his hand, and many life lamps appeared before him, each one burning with a warm flame.

"No matter what, it's good to raise a child from a young age."

Xue Lan left Xuanzi's cave, a sly smile playing on her lips. The woman walked downhill and found Xue Tong reading a book while munching on fruit in a pavilion halfway up the mountain.

When the girl saw Xue Lan come down, she raised her hand and closed the storybook in her hand:

"So? Did your senior uncle agree?"

Xue Lan nodded:

"With me in charge, there's no chance of failure."

Xue Tong scoffed and said:

"What about Yan Chengxue and Wu Yijun? Are you here by now?"

Xue Lan shook her head somewhat awkwardly:

"The headmaster discovered it and hit him on the head."

"But he promised to pick up the other people for me."

Xue Tong took a bite of the fruit:

"Do you guarantee the authenticity of this loan? Will you return it?"

Xue Lan shook her head: "I don't know, let's borrow it first."

Xue Lan had already considered the matter of borrowing disciples with talent in weapon crafting from various sects before participating in the Wan Gong Fang trial.

The names on those lists were all handpicked by her over the years.

There were not only disciples of immortal sects, but also mortal youths.

The legacy of Wan Gong Fang cannot be entrusted to someone like her, whose future is uncertain and who relies entirely on gambling.

"Now that Xu Qizhou is back, you probably can't cause trouble at the Ascension Conference anymore. What are you planning to do now?" Xue Tong asked Xue Lan beside her.

"Return to Jiyuan Peak and go refine weapons."

“The elders of the Xuanhuang Sect’s Enforcement Hall have always used whips, and I plan to give Du Tao a gift.”

Dao Xuanzi usually kept a close watch on Xue Lan, but he took the matters entrusted to him by his junior disciple very seriously.

They spent the whole night sending out talismans to build connections, copying down the names on the list according to their sects, and finally managed to get the job done before dawn.

The talismans flew out in all directions like birds with wings.

Riding the thick darkness of night, we fly towards the brilliant tomorrow.