HLnovel Chapter 353 Whether or not I get involved in worldly affairs is up to me
Chapter 353 Whether or not I get involved in worldly affairs is up to me
Xue Lan's sea of consciousness was calm, and the ice lake with dark red ice clusters was like a mirror embedded in the earth.
Inside the octagonal pavilion by the frozen lake, the inner demon, who had been silent for a long time, looked at Xue Lan and finally spoke slowly:
"Have you always wanted to get rid of me?"
Xue Lan paused slightly while drinking tea, and the woman blinked:
"Is that even a question?"
Seemingly feeling that what she said wasn't clear enough, Xue Lan asked another question:
"Which righteous person does not slay their inner demons?"
The inner demon rolled its eyes: "Which righteous person has a heavenly soul that becomes a demon?"
The two sides continued their verbal attacks, one after the other.
Every word and phrase was aimed at the opponent's weak points.
However, the inner demon's mouth remained too tight. No matter how Xue Lan tried to entice him, she couldn't obtain the crucial information about her past life.
Later on, even the Wolf King found it uninteresting and stopped talking to drink his tea.
Sipping the still-warm tea in her cup, Xue Lan slowly rose and walked out of the octagonal pavilion, looking up at the blood-red sky.
The woman slowly extended the cup in her hand.
The inner demon didn't know what this person was doing. She stood quietly in the pavilion, neither following him out nor speaking.
Half an hour later, the first snowflake fell in the sea of consciousness.
The first white feather falling from the blood-red sky drifted down and landed in Xue Lan's cup.
The inner demon scoffed, "Aren't you being a little naive?"
Xue Lan didn't turn around, her voice carrying a touch of innocent laughter:
"Why do you say that?"
The inner demon never left the pavilion; the coldness between her brows was like an invisible wall, keeping Xue Lan and the snowstorm completely out.
Looking at Xue Lan, who was covered in snowflakes, the inner demon's voice was low and hoarse, containing a resolute determination as firm as frost and snow:
"It's your business if you stay away from worldly affairs!"
Xue Lan turned around in front, fluffy snowflakes falling from her body, making her look like a white dog that had just finished frolicking in the snow.
The woman's voice was soft: "No, what did you say?"
The inner demon knew Xue Lan was pretending to be hard of hearing, but it still repeated itself:
"I am untouched by worldly affairs. If I were to obtain your body, the first thing I would do is to fight to the death in the Nine Heavens Demon Realm!"
Xue Lan smiled and said, "Oh!"
"That won't do!"
Xue Lan's voice carried a sly smile as the woman raised her hand amidst the swirling snow.
By the time the inner demon realized what was happening, it was too late; everything in Xue Lan's sea of consciousness was changing according to her will.
She gets snow when she wants snow, and wind when she wants wind!
A biting wind, carrying countless snowflakes, swept through the octagonal pavilion and slammed into the inner demon, burying him completely.
The woman's voice was gentle but firm:
"What do you mean by 'not being involved in worldly affairs'? Did I agree to that?"
……
Outside the window, the vendors' calls echoed in rhythmic cadence. The woman in blue on the bed slowly opened her eyes and sat up, supporting herself on her back.
Xue Lan rubbed her slightly dizzy head, thinking that she really couldn't fight in her sea of consciousness anymore.
Just as I was thinking this, a surprised voice came from the other end:
"Xue Lan! You're back!"
It's Xue Tong.
The girl was wearing a gorgeous light purple dress, with many small butterfly patterns sewn onto the hem of the dress after being cut from the fabric.
Xue Tong's eyes reddened the moment she saw Xue Lan regain consciousness. She wanted to reach out and take Xue Lan's hand, but she held back in the end.
"I'm going to find Yan Chengxue and the others!"
Before Xue Lan could say a word, the girl hurriedly left.
Recalling her own miserable state before she fainted, Xue Lan expressed complete understanding for Xue Tong's reaction.
The woman slowly moved her body and found that everything was normal, and there was nothing wrong.
But that's the part that's most wrong.
Xue Lan sighed softly, knowing that she had probably subconsciously shut down her sense of pain again.
Lord Wolf pondered for a while in bed, and after a fierce internal struggle, decided to restore his sense of pain.
She's not a wooden stake; it's not a good habit to be oblivious to pain all the time.
But a few breaths later, Xue Lan regretted it.
The pain that had been unintentionally suppressed was suddenly unleashed, and the suppressed pain surged forth like a torrent of water, almost overwhelming Xue Lan's rationality.
People tend to ignore pain in times of crisis, but Xue Lan is not in a crisis right now.
The pain, which had been suppressed for so long, seemed to be venting its dissatisfaction, tormenting Xue Lan's already broken body even more.
The lingering power of the sword intent from the Integration Stage within Xue Lan's body was like sharp blades stirring, almost threatening her soul.
In just a short while, the woman's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Hurried footsteps came from the doorway. Xue Lan subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, but it was too late.
"Xue Lan!"
As soon as Wu Yijun entered, he saw Xue Lan, whose face was ashen, and quickly came over to support her shoulders.
Suddenly finding support, Xue Lan leaned against Wu Yijun's chest. Her voice was hoarse and weak:
"Junjun, it hurts!"
Wu Yijun grabbed Xue Lan's hand and channeled spiritual energy into her, frantically saying, "It's alright, Yan Chengxue has already gone to find Senior Qian!"
Despite the excruciating pain throughout her body, Xue Lan accurately caught the unfamiliar words: "Senior Qian?"
Before Wu Yijun could answer the man's question, Xue Lan heard footsteps coming from the direction of the door again.
A cheerful female voice rang out at the door: "I am Qian Zheng from Yunchuan County. Greetings, young friend."
As the woman's voice rang out, Xue Lan felt a gentle breeze envelop her body, soothing the sharp pain and gradually calming it down.
Xue Lan struggled to sit up slightly from Wu Yijun's embrace, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, Senior Qian."
Qian Zheng was dressed in a plain white dress, with a jade-white floral chain hanging from her temple, adorned with tiny white flowers that faintly emitted a sweet fragrance. The woman looked at Xue Lan on the bed and slowly said, "No need for thanks. I was only asked to do this."
She slowly raised her hand, and a jade pendant dangled from her fingertips.
"Young friend, my master invites you all to Yandu."
These words were spoken so directly and quickly that Xue Lan, who had just recovered from the pain, couldn't quite process them.
The woman murmured softly, "Yandu?"
Her tone seemed to carry a hint of disbelief: "That person... wants to see me?"
Qian Zheng nodded slightly, and a faint white light flew out from her fingertips again, instantly merging into Xue Lan's body upon landing on her.
"My medical skills are lacking. Young friend, your body contains a destructive aura that I have never seen before. I will seal it for you for now."
"If you want to eradicate this, you can only go to Yandu and meet my lord."