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

Chapter 313 Junior Sister, My Crimes Don't Deserve This

"Sister Min, this sacrificial robe...this sacrificial robe!"

Xue Lan spoke haltingly, and the guilty look on her face was obvious.

Xue Tong couldn't take it anymore. When the girl transmitted her voice to Xue Lan, she was practically yelling, "Can't you at least put on an act? They haven't even asked anything yet and you're about to spill all your secrets!"

"What happened to the sacrificial robes?"

Min Shang knew from Xue Lan's expression that what she had feared had come to pass.

These are tools for repair.

Xue Lan didn't dare to speak and obediently took out the box containing the sacrificial robe from her sleeve.

Min Chang took a deep breath and opened the box, revealing the sacrificial robes inside that appeared unchanged.

The woman's voice held a helpless smile: "You're quite clever!"

Lin Su leaned closer to look at the ceremonial robes inside the box, which were as soft as moonlight: "What kind of area is it..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the young man, realizing what was happening, looked at Xue Lan to the side, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back:

"Senior Sister Xue, you really went to great lengths."

“Yes!” Min Chang smiled as she closed the box and put it into her storage bag: “I was trying to prevent her from cutting it, but I couldn’t prevent her from pulling out the threads…”

"Xiaoxiao?"

Min Chang's gaze shifted downwards, and she saw Xue Lan's pair of grayish-white eyes.

The woman in black grabbed Min Chang's sleeve, stopping her from doing anything further. Her beautiful hand slowly grasped the box.

The woman looked up at her, her expression somewhat pitiful.

"Sister Min, I need to use it again."

What else do we need?

Ritual robes?

Min Chang didn't react for a moment. There shouldn't be any major occasions recently where she needed to wear a sacrificial robe, right?

Under the woman's somewhat puzzled gaze, Xue Lan took out the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map, which had been slashed by the demon priest earlier, from her sleeve.

"I still need to fix it."

Min Chang laughed in exasperation, and the woman immediately tossed the box into her sleeve:

"Find your own way!"

Then the woman's clothes fluttered as she turned and left.

Yin Shishi glanced at Min Chang's departing figure, then at Xue Lan, her voice filled with schadenfreude:

"Let you take this for granted and become arrogant!"

Xue Lan slowly turned around, her face filled with utter despair.

Yin Shishi looked at Xue Lan, then at the broken Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map on the man's hand.

"How did this happen?"

"It was when I last encountered that Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator, that he cleaved me in two with a single strike within the Su Jun Sword Domain."

The woman's tone was very calm, but it made Yin Shishi's heart skip a beat.

She slowly looked at Xue Lan, her gaze containing a hint of inquiry.

Xue Lan couldn't see Yin Shishi's expression, but she could feel a strange gaze upon her.

She stammered, "I was wrong. I promise I will never provoke a Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator alone again."

"I don't believe you!" Yin Shishi got up, walked to the medicine cabinet opposite the alchemy furnace, opened each small drawer, and took out some medicinal herbs.

"Now that we've arrived at Jiangyun Sect, let's drink a dose of medicine first."

"No, since when have we been seeing each other all the time by taking medicine?" Xue Lan said defiantly.

"More than ten years ago!" Yin Shishi answered her seriously, and as she turned her head slightly, a subtle emerald light flashed in one of her eyes.

Xue Lan began to plead, "Can't I just not drink it?"

Yin Shishi waved her hand at the small medicine furnace next to the alchemy furnace, and a bright green alchemical fire ignited beneath it.

The female cultivator's voice was exceptionally cold: "No!"

"You not only have to drink this medicine, but you also have to brew it yourself."

Xue Lan was truly on the verge of tears; she had never encountered anything like this before.

The woman sat by the medicine stove, holding the medicine that Yin Shishi had prepared, her face ashen as she listened to the instructions to add the herbs.

Watching Xue Lan throw medicinal herbs into the medicine furnace like he was cooking a big pot of soup, Yin Shishi couldn't resist going up and slapping him.

But in the end I held back.

Yin Shishi, try not to get angry. This is a patient, and a patient whose old illness has relapsed.

Wait until he's fully recovered before administering the treatment.

Thinking of this, Yin Shishi's gaze towards Xue Lan became kind.

"Xue Lan..."

Xue Lan heard Xue Tong's slightly trembling voice transmission: "Shi Shi is looking at you strangely now!"

Xue Lan's voice was weak and listless: "How strange is it?"

"It gives me the feeling of an ordinary person looking at a pig weighing over 200 jin (100 kg) for the New Year," Xue Tong answered truthfully.

Then she enjoyed the bombardment from her host from every angle.

A thunderclap suddenly struck his mind, and Xue Lan's scream almost pierced Xue Tong's head:

"Aaaaaaah, what do I do?"

"I don't want to become Qi Yaoyao!"

"Why don't you, junior sister and senior sister, deserve to die?!"

……

Xue Tong: "Shut up!"

At the girl's roar, Xue Lan stopped screaming. The woman sat on a small stool, brewing medicine for herself with a look of resignation on her face.

"When did you become like this?" Xue Tong asked, heartbroken.

"I still prefer the Xue Lan from before. How about you recover?" The girl's tone was full of anticipation.

Xue Lan recalled the so-called previous Xue Lan, then revealed an extremely eerie and sinister smile:

"Daydreaming!"

Xue Tong looked up.

This host is no longer viable. Can we find a different host?

Xue Lan was forced by Yin Shishi to brew medicine for herself, and she was in a very miserable state.

But all the good friends who used to be able to entrust their lives to dared not utter a sound.

Lin Su had already taken Lu Feng out when he sensed that something was wrong, ostensibly to absorb the essence of heaven and earth and bask in the sun.

However, as far as Xue Lan knew, there was no sun at Jiangyun Sect today.

Wu Yijun was playing with the little puppet he took out of his storage bag, a smile on his face.

He just wouldn't look at Xue Lan.

Xue Lan: "How exactly was this relationship, which is both strong and fragile, built?"

Xue Tong: "Hey, isn't that a coincidence? I want to know too!"

No one dared to speak openly with Xue Lan, and Xue Lan didn't dare to talk to others rashly either. She could only follow Yin Shishi's occasional prompts, sitting in front of the medicine stove for an hour, boiling three bowls of water down to one bowl, and brewing the medicine for herself.

During the final, agonizing moment, Yin Shishi came over and put some things into the medicine pot.

Xue Lan was quite curious, so she used her divine sense to scan it and found that it was a kind of strange-looking grass. Each plant had four roots, green leaves, and pink tips.

The moment the little grass was tossed into the medicine jar, the bitter smell of medicine on Xue Lan's nose turned into a warm, sweet fragrance.

"Although the smell is very tempting, what can I do? It's more like poison!" Xue Lan was about to cry.

Yin Shishi poured all the medicinal soup from the medicine pot into a bowl and presented it to Xue Lan:

"drink."

Xue Lan took the medicine bowl with trembling hands, her words stammering: "Junior sister, I am not guilty of such a crime."

Yin Shishi covered her eyes: "What are you thinking? Drink!"

Xue Lan immediately swallowed the medicine in one gulp, showing her deep affection.

The initial taste wasn't the familiar bitterness, but rather a sweet flavor.

After a few breaths, Xue Lan felt no discomfort.

Xue Lan was slightly taken aback, but the woman beamed and said, "Thank you, Junior Sister!"

She was happy, but Yin Shishi's expression suddenly darkened.