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

Chapter 293 Try saying it again!

Xue Lan's words were all true, and Wu Yijun had no way to refute them.

He could only look at her and tell her about the recent plans of the seniors: "Regarding those demons, the seniors have sent disciples to various places to investigate, starting with the six sects and twelve factions, then the small sects of rogue cultivators, and the dynasties of the human world."

"Xue Lan!" Wu Yijun's voice was gentle, like a soft sigh: "Don't worry too much."

The woman's soft, comforting voice stirred something within Xue Lan.

The woman standing beside the smelting furnace smiled faintly and covered her chest.

Wu Yijun is right; I've been too worried lately.

When did it begin? From the moment I met Tingnu.

It was when I heard Lü Su say that she had no regrets.

The memories that had been stirred up by the inner demons and then suppressed and sealed by Xue Lan, though he couldn't remember them clearly, had already affected Xue Lan.

"Xue Lan... are you feeling unwell?" Xue Tong asked worriedly as she walked to the smelting furnace.

Xue Lan lowered her hand and shook her head at Xue Tong: "I'm fine."

"You don't look like you're alright!" Xue Tong said helplessly.

Xue Lan continued to focus on the scorching magic core inside the furnace.

"I was just affected by some unnecessary emotions."

After saying this, the woman looked at Wu Yijun beside her and said, "Junjun, now we need to use you."

The woman spoke lightly, but Wu Yijun, who had just witnessed Xue Lan's condition, was far from relaxed.

The woman took a few steps forward: "Xue Lan, you should rest."

Xue Lan's voice was gentle and deep: "Ten years in the mortal world, I have rested enough."

“I know what you did in the mortal realm…” Wu Yijun sighed, “That doesn’t count as rest!”

The woman standing in front of the smelting furnace feigned anger: "I've spent ten years traveling and playing, and you just say it doesn't count?"

As the two were talking, the demonic core that had been scorching inside the furnace slowly rose into the air. Wu Yijun saw a flowing pale purple liquid, within which flowed beautiful crystals that resembled a starry sky.

Xue Lan moved her finger, and the liquid suspended in mid-air began to shake, with the crystals inside constantly rotating, like a vast, flowing galaxy.

"You didn't expect that, did you?" Xue Lan asked Wu Yijun. "The demons who have committed so many evils have such beautiful demon cores after they are melted down."

Then Wu Yijun heard Xue Lan's faint voice: "After I die, I will use all the magic cores I have collected to create a galaxy for myself."

Wu Yijun realized that Xue Lan wanted to let bygones be bygones of the previous unpleasantness.

Like the Hengyang Master she knew when she was a child.

Adults are always like this; they're unwilling to swallow their pride and beg for forgiveness.

Although Xue Lan is not an adult.

this is a good chance.

Wu Yijun's face remained expressionless as he coldly uttered a single word: "Oh."

Xue Lan froze instantly.

The woman raised her hand, and a meridian diagram of the heart appeared in mid-air: "Junjun, can you control the puppet strings and help me find the blockages in this meridian diagram?"

Wu Yijun obediently went about his work, a few strands of moon silk flying from his fingertips: "Oh."

Xue Lan: ……

She actually knew what Wu Yijun wanted, but she couldn't bear to part with him.

Let's start by saying nice things; nice things don't cost money.

Fifteen minutes later. Looking at the two things in front of me, one noisy like a crow, the other indifferent like a machine.

Xue Tong couldn't hold back any longer.

The girl first chose Xue Lan, who was easier to talk to: "What should we do? You've offended her."

"Be careful, she might isolate you with Lin Su and Yan Chengxue! You'd better make a move quickly."

Xue Lan transmitted his voice to her: "What's there to show? I wouldn't have any money to show you even if I sold you!"

"I am a weapon refiner, not free labor!" Xue Lan was very principled.

Xue Tong: "Oh!"

Half an hour later, Xue Lan pulled a bunch of things out of her sleeve and threw them in front of Wu Yijun: "Mystic Crystal Stone, Azure Spirit Wood, Snow Round Crystal... Is that enough? I'm asking you, is that enough?! Give me another one and see what happens!"

Seeing Xue Lan ablaze in front of him, Wu Yijun smiled with satisfaction and quickly stuffed the pile of things into his pocket.

"Oh... okay, okay!"

Xue Lan no longer wanted to speak.

The meridian diagram in mid-air was from within Xiao Sheng's body. Xue Lan had Wu Yijun use puppet threads to mark the blocked areas. The mystery was to find the pathway for the introduction of demonic energy, so as to free the child from his half-demon form without significantly affecting his normal life and cultivation.

But looking at the dense blockages on his meridians, Xue Tong couldn't help but ask Xue Lan, "Is there any hope for this?"

"If all else fails, it's fine not to cultivate. It's good for a child like this to live a peaceful life."

Xue Lan shook her head: "He has a demonic seed within him, and he is extremely close to being a human-demon. I will not let him return to the human world." As she said this, Xue Lan's tone was cold.

"The demon race will send someone to pick up that little pigeon later. The other children who have dealt with the demon seeds will also be taken in by the immortal sects. Only Little Saint, I plan to keep him by my side."

Xue Tong was a little confused by her meaning: "Keep by my side?"

Wu Yijun, standing to the side, answered for Xue Lan: "This child has dual spiritual roots of metal and fire, a good prospect for weapon refining."

"Are you going to teach him weapon crafting?" Xue Tong asked.

Xue Lan nodded slowly.

Xue Tong's mind went blank for a moment.

Xue Lan noticed that the child would only show up briefly at crucial moments.

"I really can't accept it!" After a long silence, Xue Tong slowly raised her hand: "I really can't accept that you have an apprentice now."

Xue Lan couldn't help but ask her, "When did I say I was going to take on a disciple?"

"Otherwise, you'll teach him weapon crafting but not take him as your apprentice?" Xue Tong jumped up.

"No, don't you know that weapon refiners in the Yuanming Lower Realm have an apprenticeship system? I'm just teaching him so that there will be someone to use when I take charge of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop in the future."

Xue Lan smiled mysteriously: "As for his true master, I will have someone to choose in due time."

Seeing the determined expression on Xue Lan's face, Xue Tong couldn't help but say, "Aren't you thinking too far ahead? Should I remind you that the Wan Gong Fang has four inheritors?"

"I know, but I'm not worried." The woman smiled confidently, her voice cold yet filled with unparalleled pride.

"Ignoring other matters, if we only consider saving the world and crafting weapons, none of the three are as good as me."

Xue Tong did not speak again.

In a remote border town, nearing afternoon, two strangers appeared in this town that was always shrouded in sandstorms, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

The newcomers were a young man and a young woman, both dressed in dark blue. The woman wore a veil, and only her beautiful eyes were visible amidst the boundless sandstorm.

The young man turned to look at her, his tone extremely respectful: "Sister, shouldn't we..."

The woman nodded slowly: "Let's head to Siyaochuan."

The two disappeared into the sandstorm once again, leaving behind a ground littered with the corpses of bandits, all of them cut in half.

The wind blows, and it gets buried by sand...