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

Chapter 323 The Tradition of the Xuanhuang Sect

"You know Xue Lan, except when it comes to dealing with the demons." Wu Yijun smiled at Xue Lan:

"We are the few who rarely stand on your side."

Xue Lan's expression was somewhat strange, and the woman waved her hand at Wu Yijun:

"Thank you, I already knew that, no need to remind me again."

Wu Yijun couldn't suppress the smile on his lips, but he still kept in mind what Xue Lan had said before.

“Yan Chengxue sent a message a few days ago. His advanced studies under that senior have ended. He has two months to come to Siyaochuan to help you.”

"Now that the two seniors and Shishi are keeping such a close eye on you, will it affect our plans?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Lan sighed: "Of course it will have some impact, but I've never had anything go smoothly in all these years, so I'm used to it."

The woman raised her hand to straighten her sleeve, her tone extremely solemn, containing a certainty that made Wu Yijun somewhat lost in thought: "Tell Yan Chengxue to get ready."

"At most one month, I will be able to leave Chonggu Village."

Wu Yijun nodded slowly: "Okay!"

Xue Lan felt that if she swore an oath to the elders in the sect, all the heavenly lightning that Yuan Ming had descended to would fall on her alone.

Kong Mingzi was tending to the steadily burning alchemical fire, while the middle-aged man poured spiritual energy into it and listened to Xue Lan's explanation.

"Therefore, this disciple must make a trip to Seven Butterfly Valley..."

After Xue Lan finished speaking that long string of words that she had silently recited countless times in her heart, her gray eyes lowered, not daring to look at anyone.

Kong Mingzi's voice was gentle: "The road ahead is treacherous, those two little ones are indeed not suitable to be carried with you..."

Xue Lan's lips curled up slightly...

"Alright, I'll be heading to Luoxia Mountain soon. Before that, my senior uncle can help you go to Seven Butterfly Valley and take these two little spiders home."

Xue Lan's smile, which hadn't yet fully formed, abruptly vanished, leaving behind an extremely eerie expression. It was cleverly caught between the beautiful scenery and the look of utter grief, like a mask offered to a ghost or god during a mortal sacrifice.

Kong Mingzi looked at Xue Lan's expression, puzzled, and asked:

"What happened to you? Is your scattered spirit affecting your face?"

Do you need a prescription?

Xue Lan quickly waved her hand: "Thank you, Uncle-Master, but I really don't need it."

Her face was in excellent condition; it was not only smooth and delicate, but also quite thick. Enough to last for many years.

Xue Lan adjusted her expression slightly, her face full of worry:

“But Master Uncle, I have raised these two little spiders for so many years and have developed a deep affection for them. I still want to personally send them back.” As she spoke, Xue Lan took off the token given to her by the Peacock Master from her waist.

"I have this, so I don't need to worry about my safety in Seven Butterfly Valley."

Having said that, Kong Mingzi understood Xue Lan's thoughts:

In short, we'll meet force with force and water with earth, and we'll fight and throw tantrums to get Seven Butterfly Valley.

The middle-aged man's tone softened: "So, who do you plan to go with you?"

A hint of joy appeared on Xue Lan's brow. She took two slow steps forward and said with a grin:

"Of course it's Shishi!"

Xue Tong, who was standing to the side, became a little anxious: "Aren't you serious, Xue Lan?"

The girl looked anxious, and her voice echoed in Xue Lan's mind: "You really are injured, aren't you? This time it's your brain."

Xue Lan spoke softly, "Don't speak, just wait and see."

This wasn't the first time she had dealt with Kong Mingzi.

Xue Tong could only sigh and continue reading.

“Shishi won’t do,” the middle-aged man said slowly. “She’s too indulgent towards you.”

Upon hearing this, Xue Tong's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Xue Lan's voice, tinged with laughter, rang out: "I knew it!"

Xue Tong asked, somewhat puzzled, "Is this the 'disciple filter'?"

Xue Lan smiled politely, her tone tinged with pride: "The tradition of the Xuanhuang Sect."

Thinking of the traditions of the Xuanhuang Sect, Xue Lan pretended to be surprised: "Uncle-Master, you keep putting Julan root in my medicine every day and tying me up to the back of Qingyu Peak to whip me."

Kong Mingzi's voice was clear and resonant: "You are the senior sister. If you have done something wrong, it is only right for the junior sister to offer advice."

Xue Lan sneered inwardly: "Among the traditions of the Xuanhuang Sect, those two are the most outrageous."

Xue Tong didn't speak, because the laughter in her heart was almost deafening Xue Lan.

Kong Mingzi glanced at the fire inside the alchemy furnace again, and after pondering quietly for a while, the middle-aged man tapped his finger on the table:

“Let Junjun go with you.”

This was the result Xue Lan wanted, but the woman still pretended to be very troubled: "Senior Uncle..."

"If you don't want to go, then stay obediently in Chonggu Village and wait for Wan Gong Workshop to open," Kong Mingzi said coldly.

"Okay, I'll go find Junjun right away."

The woman left the pharmacy. Kongmingzi looked at the ever-burning alchemical fire and took out a communication talisman from his sleeve.

The middle-aged man sighed softly.

After leaving the pharmacy where Kong Mingzi was, Xue Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Xue Tong followed behind her and said, "You've already mastered the art of dealing with the elders in the sect."

Xue Lan nodded slightly and waved to Xue Tong: "Nothing special, just practice makes perfect."

With Kongmingzi's permission obtained, Lingyuanzi's opposition can be disregarded.

In the courtyard, Ling Yuanzi looked at Xue Lan and asked, "You didn't run away again this time, did you?"

Xue Lan was a little unhappy: "I haven't even said anything to you yet, and you're already talking about me?"

Ling Yuanzi's temporarily lost memories suddenly returned, and he remembered being captured by Xue Lan from Bingdeng Academy.

The old man began to blow his beard: "You're going against the Heavenly Order!"

Xue Lan couldn't help but laugh: "My master, this isn't the first or second time that Xue Lan has rebelled against the Heavenly Gang, is it?"

The words were true, but they sounded like a knife to the heart. Ling Yuanzi clutched his chest as he sat in the chair.

Then he started acting like a spoiled child: "I don't care, you either take me with you or you take me with you!"

Xue Lan didn't want to get involved. The woman in white slowly turned around and waved her sleeve.

I swear I will never take Ling Yuanzi with me, even if it means my death.

A mature teacher must learn to play with himself!

"Your master is just playing dumb in front of you now. In reality, he's just like you, a plaything in your uncle's hands. He doesn't have the guts to leave, right?" Xue Tong guessed.

"That's about it." Xue Lan nodded slowly, explaining to her as she counted on her fingers:

"Among the five peak masters of the Xuanhuang Sect, Senior Uncle Shen Suan and Senior Uncle Headmaster have the highest status. One is gentle and kind, while the other sometimes goes crazy."

Xue Tong nodded, agreeing with Xue Lan's point.

“Sect Master Kongming and Sect Master Zhuyun are next; one is a kind healer, and the other is a gentle musician.”

Xue Tong glanced at Xue Lan, then looked behind her: "Blink if you're being threatened."

Xue Lan pretended to be angry: "What nonsense are you talking about? These are all my honest thoughts."

"My master is the least popular, and I get bullied because of him!"

After saying this, Xue Lan's face was full of sadness and grievance, and two tears even fell from her eyes.

Xue Tong sneered: "Reflect on yourself. Have you been a proper disciple all these years?"

Don't look for problems in others!