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

Chapter 294 Old Grudges Added to New Hatred

When Wu Yijun came out of the weapon-refining cave, it was already night.

The dark sky was studded with stars, and the Milky Way flowed slowly across the desolate sky.

She turned her head to look at the dark weapon-refining cave, and then thought of that demon core.

The woman sighed softly and walked towards the cave dwelling where the half-demon children lived.

Xue Lan asked her to bring Xiao Sheng back, saying that it would be more suitable for the child to make things.

The demonic core of a Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator contains a massive amount of demonic energy and malevolent thoughts, and it needs to undergo at least four refinements.

Xue Lan has always been exceptionally reliable when it comes to weapon crafting, ever since she first started learning it as a child. She has demonstrated a unique and formidable talent in weapon crafting from the very beginning.

In this person's hands, materials of different natures and shapes can soften even the hardest rock and transform into the form the client desires.

If Yan Chengxue was born with the ability to sense the aura of heaven and earth, she would be the perfect choice to cultivate the Dao of Arrays.

Therefore, Xue Lan is a born weapon refiner.

In weapon crafting, at such a young age, he has already surpassed everyone else in the entire Yuanming Lower Realm.

The stars twinkle in the night sky, each one striving to shine, but there are always a few exceptionally bright stars that steal the spotlight from the others.

The woman chuckled softly, as if mocking her own melancholy.

Xue Lan and the others are geniuses, but I'm not bad either, am I?

The woman's aura slowly disappeared around the cave. Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief and took out the single-edged sword from her sleeve.

The moment that jet-black longsword appeared in the weapon-refining cave, his unrestrained murderous aura surged forth like a spring.

"Take it back!" Xue Lan said coldly, "I didn't release you just to watch you go crazy."

The long sword transformed into a young man dressed in black in mid-air.

His brows and eyes, sharp as knives, were extremely serious, and his beautiful thin lips were pressed into a line as he tried his best to suppress the murderous aura emanating from his body.

As the intense malevolent aura before her slowly dissipated, Xue Lan nodded in satisfaction. The chill in the woman's voice faded, as if it had melted from solid ice into soft spring water.

"Tell me, ever since I started refining magic cores, you've been acting strangely."

Dan Dao looked at Xue Lan with some surprise.

It was only a momentary lapse in concentration that made Xue Lan realize it.

Xue Lan noticed the stiffness in the single-edged sword. The woman smiled gently: "It's not just you. All the magical artifacts that have passed through my hands will have some kind of connection with me."

Seeing that the young man's expression had softened, Xue Tong lowered his voice and pointed to the demon core in front of Xue Lan, which was undergoing its fifth refinement: "I recognize this aura."

Xue Lan paused in her movements, and the woman blinked: "When have we met before?"

Dan Dao tried to recall the memory carefully, but it was as if the memory in his mind was covered with a layer of dust, and he just couldn't remember it no matter what.

The young man answered truthfully: "I can't remember, but... the only time I've ever seen a demon of this level before was that one time."

Xue Lan knew what the young man was talking about.

Five hundred years ago, Ling Yuanzi and others were tricked, and Zhao Qingying perished.

When a single sword breaks.

"No wonder you reacted so strongly?"

The woman sighed softly, then said with a smile in her voice, "This is truly adding new grudges to old ones!"

Dan Dao didn't know what the old grudge Xue Lan was talking about was, but the sword spirit was naturally very perceptive.

He could sense that beneath Xue Lan's calm exterior lay a murderous intent that terrified even him.

It's like a treacherous whirlpool beneath a calm river surface.

Xue Lan continued refining the demon core, while the woman calmly instructed, "You don't need to worry about this. First, learn to utilize the demonic energy within your body. As for that..."

"When the time comes, you will naturally have a chance to prove your worth as the Demon Lord."

Dan Dao nodded and bowed to Xue Lan, saying, "Thank you, young lady."

The single sword returned to Xue Lan's sleeve. Xue Lan continued to process the magic core at a leisurely pace, but her thoughts were clearly becoming more complicated.

Xue Tong couldn't help but ask, "Did you discover something?"

Xue Lan nodded: "I learned from Dan Dao about my master and his companion being defeated by a Nascent Soul stage demon lord. I thought this was a way for the upper realm to suppress the lower realm."

"But now that a demon priest has intervened in this matter, it's probably not as simple as we thought before."

Upon hearing about the Upper Realm and the Demon Priest, Xue Tong almost instantly recalled a term.

The girl hurriedly asked, "The Lin family?"

Xue Lan neither nodded nor shook her head.

"It's most likely the Lin family!" Xue Lan's tone carried a faint sigh.

"They're so greedy! They want the ice spirit root of my Silver Moon Wolf clan in the upper realm, and now they have to meddle in the affairs of the lower realm." Xue Lan put the demon core back into the smelting furnace and began the sixth round of refining.

"I have wandered through the river of time for a thousand years, and the demon race has indeed done a lot in this Yuanming Realm."

"I hadn't thought of that before, but now I'm starting to connect the dots," Xue Lan said, sitting in a chair next to the black iron table.

Do you still remember the Silky Sword Immortal of Mount Jiyue?

Xue Tong nodded.

"She said on her deathbed that she wanted the Pure Ice Lotus."

Xue Lan rubbed the hem of her clothes in her hands, her tone tinged with worry:

“After all, Jinguang is not the real Silver Moon Wolf. It's already difficult enough for her to maintain her 15th realm cultivation level for a thousand years on her own.”

Xue Lan turned slightly to Xue Tong: "Xiao Tong, I will have to go back one day."

Those old friends who have been abandoned, those responsibilities that have been discarded, will one day need to be picked up by the true Wolf King himself.

Xue Tong knew all of this.

The girl's tone carried a teasing smile:

"Then what happened to Lord Wolf in his previous life? What were you after in your previous life?"

Then she saw Xue Lan's gray, lifeless eyes.

In the dim firelight, the woman gazed at her quietly. Like an elegant and delicate lotus flower, her hands drooping slightly.

"Who knows?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, instantly transforming from a pure and innocent white lotus into a ruthless black lotus.

"What was Xue Lan after in her past life? How would I know?"

Xue Tong wanted to ask something more, but Xue Lan interrupted her.

The woman made a shushing gesture: "Jun Jun is back."

The next moment, Wu Yijun pushed open the door of the weapon-refining cave and walked in. She didn't look very happy.

"Next time you whisper, please look outside, okay?" The woman walked in, leading a sleepy-eyed Xiao Sheng by the hand.

Seeing the child hanging upside down, head drooping in sleep, Xue Tong couldn't help but speak:

"Xue Lan, you've really done something terrible, disturbing people's peaceful dreams, may you be struck by lightning."

Xue Lan didn't respond to her, but walked straight to Xiao Sheng and squatted down.