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

Chapter 346 Wu Yijun's Game

"I have more than just one set of puppet strings!"

"I can control more than just one puppet!"

Wu Yijun is the child of the Puppet Sect of the War Puppet Mansion, and is the hope of the Puppet Sect.

She grew up under the protection of the War Puppet Mansion. Her parents were both disciples of the War Puppet Mansion stationed at Luoxia Mountain. They had the opportunity to return to the sect once every three years, which happened to be the time when the peach blossoms in the War Puppet Mansion were in full bloom, which was also her birthday.

Children with spiritual roots are often precocious, and Wu Yijun was no exception. Mortal children often cannot remember what happened when they were young, but Wu Yijun could, and he could not forget it for a long time.

In her memory, she had only seen her parents twice.

Once, on her third birthday, she insisted on going close to the furnace to watch the blacksmith work in the city's blacksmith shop. When the blacksmith's uncle picked her up, she heard the girl's soft laughter.

The woman in the red dress was very beautiful, with exceptionally gentle eyes. She smiled and pulled Wu Yijun into her arms. Her voice sounded a little hoarse: "Junjun, my dearest Junjun..."

The tall man in black beside her had his arm around the woman's shoulder, his voice gentle yet proud: "As expected of my daughter, she loves blacksmithing at such a young age. I will personally teach her when she enters the world of weapon crafting."

The woman pulled out one hand and punched the man in black: "Shut up!"

The man in black fell silent.

That short month together left Wu Yijun with many unforgettable memories.

The three little puppets that Mother made had delicate puppet strings wrapped around the child's chubby white fingers. When she gently pulled them, the three adorable little creatures would huddle together, and then Father and Mother would come over and sandwich her between them...

Wu Yijun disliked his father's stubble, finding it prickly and painful. However, the man in black always liked to prick him with his beard, which would then earn him a scolding from his mother.

The small pastries handed to me and the pastry crumbs scattered on the ground.

And Xie Cuicheng, like a red cloud, blocked out the peach blossoms in the sky.

When they met for the second time, Wu Yijun had already begun his cultivation under the sect's arrangement. When disciples of the War Puppet Mansion first started cultivating, they cultivated three paths simultaneously. Only when they turned seven years old would they choose their own path among the three paths of weapon, array, and puppet.

That year, amidst his parents' endless arguments, Wu Yijun realized that his father was very afraid of his mother, and obediently chose the puppet string over the hammer.

My father had his head down and looked extremely sad.

Wu Yijun held his chin and said, "Father, don't be sad. There will always be a girl in the world who is willing to learn weapon crafting. You can just adopt her as your daughter when the time comes."

Beneath the dazzling peach blossoms, Wu Yijun was beaten for the first time.

That was the last time Wu Yijun saw his parents.

When she was six years old, the Southern Region was engulfed in demonic chaos, and both her parents died in battle at Luoxia Mountain.

Many children in the War Puppet Mansion became orphans, and most of the Nascent Soul cultivators in the Puppet Path of the War Puppet Mansion were killed.

The following year, Wu Yijun chose the Puppet Path as his path of cultivation. Due to the lack of elders in the Puppet Path, he could only become a disciple of Master Hengyang of the Weapon Path and learn puppetry on his own.

For many years afterward, Wu Yijun watched the peach blossoms in the War Puppet Mansion bloom and fade again and again, and watched the light and shadow carry Xie Cuicheng day after day, year after year.

He met Yan Chengxue, a genius in array formations, and also saw Xue Lan, the little girl he had jokingly mentioned as a child who loved refining weapons.

However, since her father is gone, he cannot take Xue Lan as his daughter. Master Hengyang wanted to take her as a disciple, but he was ruthlessly rejected by Master Lingyuan time and time again.

As I grew up, more and more people came into my life, but the little doll left by my parents remained unchanged.

A person has only one pair of hands, and each pair of hands has only ten fingers, so it can only manipulate one puppet.

But she has three little dolls.

She seemed unable to replicate the joy she felt in the late spring of her third year.

But Wu Yijun did not want to forget.

Her parents loved her very much, and she didn't want to forget them.

So she began to learn how to control multiple puppet strings and how to manipulate three puppets at the same time.

Finally, when Xie Cuicheng's peach blossoms bloomed again, she had mastered the technique.

The interlaced puppet threads moved at the girl's fingertips without ever getting tangled.

The three puppets that were originally still on the stone table began to move slowly, as if they had developed their own consciousness.

Just like when she was three years old, she slowly brought her face closer together.

The girl laughed happily at first, then burst into tears.

The puppet's family of three did reunite, but why didn't her family members come back?

Why didn't two people stand between her, smiling and calling her Junjun?

Everything is irreversible!

At the age of eleven, amidst the blooming peach blossoms, a little girl finally ended her five-year-long game of self-deception.

She became the most talented disciple of the Puppet Sect.

He became the only disciple qualified to have contact with the Azure Puppet Mother.

They became the beacon of hope for the rebirth of the Puppet Sect of the War Puppet Mansion.

But it completely ended his already limited childhood...

Lin Shuang had a large gash cut open on her back by the Azure Puppet Mother, so she was on guard when she heard Wu Yijun speak.

However, Wu Yijun's speed was simply too fast. Behind the Qingluo Puppet Mother, who was dressed in dark green clothes, a white shadow suddenly appeared, approaching Lin Shuang again like a ghost.

That was Wu Yijun's natal puppet—Wuchang.

Wuchang was faster than Qingluo Puppet Mother. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Lin Shuang. The chain with iron hooks in his hand flew towards Lin Shuang. After Lin Shuang dodged, the heavy hook left a big pit in the ground.

When Xue Lan arrived, she saw Wu Yijun manipulating two puppets to fight against Lin Shuang.

The two figures, one in dark green and the other in white, worked together closely, making it somewhat difficult for Lin Shuang on the other side.

Xue Tong, who had been secretly watching for a long time, couldn't help but speak up: "How come I didn't realize Junjun was so amazing before?"

Xue Lan answered very honestly, "I don't know. I always thought of her as a little sister who needed protection."

Xue Tong knew that rolling her eyes was not very elegant, but she couldn't help it: "It seems a bit redundant for you to rush up here with a sword now."

Xue Lan weighed the Soul-Guiding Sword in her hand: "That's not necessarily true."

He came up with the Soul-Guiding Sword not just to deal with Lin Shuang.

On the surface, Xue Lan appeared to be intently watching the two fight, but in private, she was whispering to her daughter:

"Little Soul, after everything is over, quietly absorb some of the unrefined soul power in her body... Do you understand?"

The voice guiding the soul was soft: "I understand~ Be careful, Your Majesty~"

Xue Tong, who wasn't excluded from the communications, asked: "If it weren't for Xue Lan, why would you scheme against someone at such a crucial moment?"

Xue Lan: "Keep your voice down, is this something to be proud of?"

Xue Tong fell silent.

After completing her scheme, Xue Lan pretended nothing had happened and tapped the inner demon in her mind's sea: "Are you there?"

The inner demon, who was drinking tea, felt a chill run down his spine: "Have you done something wrong behind my back?"

Xue Lan pretended to know nothing: "How do you know?"

"Why are you asking me if I'm here? Where else could I go if I'm not in your sea of ​​consciousness?" the inner demon said somewhat irritably.

Xue Lan let out a long "Oh," and said, "I understand."

Xue Lan observed the battle unfolding before her and transmitted her voice to her inner demon again: "Logically speaking, I can't interfere in a battle of this level, but Lin Shuang has already seen the demonic energy on you, and there's no way she'll leave here alive."

The inner demon surprisingly agreed with Xue Lan's suggestion. The woman nodded in her mind's eye and asked, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Xue Lan smiled slightly: "I'll handle the close combat, you handle the attacks."

"Wow...you guys are playing Speed ​​Cut here?" Xue Tong, who had been listening the whole time, exclaimed excitedly.

The inner demon felt a headache coming on when it heard Xue Tong's voice, but still followed its studious nature and asked, "What is 'quick cut'?"

Xue Tong cleared her throat: "That's exactly what she said."

"Use her Void Step to get close, then use your cultivation to attack..."

Xue Tong paused for a moment, then subtly commented:

"Xue Lan, your method is really dirty. Who would have thought that a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could be quickly extracted from the body of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator?"

Xue Lan flashed her signature smile: "Thank you for the compliment, thank you for the compliment."

Xue Tong looked at the fake smile on the man's face and waved his hand: "The plan is perfectly feasible, go ahead."

However, Xue Lan did not make a move.

Xue Tong: "What are you standing there for?"

Xue Lan smiled "kindly": "I need your help."

Goosebumps rose on Xue Tong's back, and the girl shouted out in rapid succession:

"When you brought me here, you told me to just keep an eye on these two people behind me. Xue Lan, you can't go back on your word."

There wasn't even a pause.

Ignoring Xue Tong's protests, Xue Lan took out a small box from her sleeve and teleported it to Xue Tong's face.

"You know how to shoot arrows from the shadows, right?"

Xue Tong placed Ling Shisan, who was in her arms, on her shoulder, and reached out to catch the small box and open it.

Inside were hundreds of neatly arranged Luo Shengzi seeds.

"Do you think this thing can be shot with an arrow?" the girl asked sincerely.

Xue Lan chuckled: "Do you know how to use a slingshot?"

Xue Tong was about to say no, but a drab, gray scene involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Beside a somewhat low courtyard wall, Xue Tong could see a tall persimmon tree.

A hearty, aged voice reached my ears: "Grandpa will teach you how to use a slingshot today..."

The girl replied decisively, "Yes! I was really good at hitting persimmons back in the day!"

Xue Lan didn't inquire about the girl's past, but simply smiled gently: "Then it's up to you. Just bother her a little..."

Xue Lan paused for a moment and then added, "If Lin Shuang stays with Lu Feng, she probably still can't beat the Chosen One."

Xue Tong nodded solemnly: "I'll get to know."

After explaining everything, Xue Lan planned to join the battle.

She didn't intend to launch a sneak attack, but rather to openly express her ideas.

The woman in the gorgeous robes cleared her throat and said, "Fellow Daoists, please stop for a moment. I have something to say."

The two fighters who were fighting in the air were startled by the shout and actually stopped fighting to look at Xue Lan.

Lin Shuang: Is she sick?

Wu Yijun: Is she having another episode?

Xue Lan looked at the two of them with a smile, her tone full of apology, and then leaped between them.

The woman's voice echoed throughout the entire formation: "Alright, let's continue fighting."

Neither side moved.

Xue Lan flicked her sleeves: "Don't worry about me, I'm here to join you, not to break you up."

The next instant, the cyan wind blade was right in front of Xue Lan. The man twisted his body with lightning speed and dodged the attack with ease.

Lin Shuang's voice carried a cold laugh: "You killed him using this escape technique?"

Xue Lan hovered in mid-air like a flickering shadow, trembling slightly.

"No, not really... I had someone kill him. Not only did I kill him, I also took a soul search while I was at it..."

"Fellow Daoist Lin Shuang..."

When Xue Lan uttered those four words, the malice in his tone was obvious, and he didn't sound like a disciple of the righteous path.

When Lin Shuang heard her name spoken by this person, she was first startled, then relieved.

Fortunately, Emperor Taizu had already noticed that Lin Xunfan's state of mind was problematic and tampered with his soul.

After dodging the successive attacks of the self-directed wind blades, Xue Lan reappeared, standing shoulder to shoulder with Wu Yijun:

“I know more than just that… I also know about your great-grandfather.”

Lin Shuang's expression turned completely ugly. The woman's eyes were filled with resentment as she looked at Xue Lan, like a cold and sinister snake.

"With your abilities, you couldn't possibly know these things!" Lin Shuang said coldly.

Xue Lan shrugged, her tone relaxed and carefree, clearly not taking Lin Shuang seriously at all:

"Why do you doubt me, fellow Daoist? I've already told you I've found someone."

Lin Shuang naturally did not believe Xue Lan's words, as she had observed her during her brief exchange with Yan Chengxue.

This great formation is essentially a trap that outsiders cannot enter and those inside cannot leave. From the moment it unfolds, everyone inside is locked in place.

There is absolutely no way that there could be someone with a higher level of cultivation than myself.

If there were truly a Nascent Soul stage cultivator from the lower realm here, they would have already attacked me.

However, the situation here was somewhat strange, and Lin Shuang disliked the eerie smile on Xue Lan's face.

It's like a hunter lurking deep in the forest facing its prey, making one feel extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Xunfan is dead, so I don't need to worry too much...

Given the current situation, the right thing to do is to kill Xue Lan, seize the Wan Gong Fang token, and bury these people here without anyone noticing.

Thinking of this, a blood-red glint flashed in the woman's eyes.

Xue Lan smiled gently: "I knew it."

In front of Xue Lan and Wu Yijun, the woman opposite suddenly unleashed a monstrous demonic aura, instantly raising his cultivation level from the mid-Nascent Soul stage to the late-Nascent Soul stage within a few breaths.

Xue Lan looked at Lin Shuang and sighed:

"Is it really necessary? A chosen one of heaven inviting demonic energy into his body and ruining his future?"

Upon hearing Xue Lan's words, Lin Shuang heard the woman speak with a cold laugh:

"I really envy you for knowing nothing. It's good that way." A cold glint flashed in the woman's eyes.

"Then die with your ignorance intact!"