HLnovel Chapter 110 Refining the Puppet Arm
Chapter 110 Refining the Puppet Arm
Xue Lan and Lin Su reached a consensus at the dinner table, and then agreed to meet at Xue Lan's weapon-refining cave the next day.
Lin Su was a perceptive and good kid. After finishing his meal, he took the initiative to clean up the dishes and took the food box back to the Xuanling Peak dining hall.
Xue Lan watched him ride away on a cloud before slowly standing up from the stool.
Sure enough, another sharp pain shot through my legs.
Xue Tong couldn't help but exclaim, "Your senior uncle really does what he says!"
Xue Lan now dislikes Kong Mingzi for keeping his word, but she doesn't dare to complain to his face.
I'm afraid I won't even be able to use my own eyes anymore.
Turning around, she glanced at the half-broken door of her weapon-refining cave, sighed, and rode a cloud back to Jiyuan Peak to sleep.
Xue Lan slept soundly that night, but someone else was restless all night.
Lin Su tossed and turned in bed for most of the night, and went to Jiyuan Peak before dawn.
When the young man arrived, Xue Lan had not yet gotten up. Xue Tong had just cooked porridge on the stove. When the young girl went out, she saw a dark-skinned young man standing outside the courtyard.
Xue Tong recognized him, but she pretended. The young girl wiped her hands on her apron: "Are you Senior Brother Lin? My older sister is still sleeping. Please wait outside."
Lin Su didn't know Xue Lan had a younger sister, and...
Which cultivator is still sleeping at this hour?
However, Lin Su naturally dared not speak ill of Xue Lan in front of Xue Tong.
The young girl opened the door for him, and the young man carried a large pile of his materials into the courtyard, where he sat on a stone bench, not daring to speak.
After a period of silence, Lin Su finally couldn't help but strike up a conversation with Xue Tong.
Do you cook breakfast every morning?
Xue Tong placed the mixed side dishes on the table. She rolled up her sleeves and looked very capable despite her young age.
Ji Yuanfeng is used to eating breakfast, which Zhu He used to prepare, but now the rest of them have gone to the front lines at Luoxia Mountain...
"Why don't you ask her to do it?" Lin Su asked bluntly.
The young girl in front of him paused for a moment, then asked in return: "[A craftsman who can refine artifacts cook?]"
Lin Su immediately understood her meaning, and the young man was speechless, unable to think of any rebuttal.
Xue Tong then walked towards the kitchen, saying as she went, "Since Senior Brother Lin is here, let's have breakfast together."
A short while later, Xue Tong brought out two large bowls from the kitchen, filled with white porridge.
Lin Su took the bowl from her hand, somewhat embarrassed: "Are we really not going to wait for Senior Sister Xue?"
Xue Tong had already placed a piece of side dish into her porridge bowl, her voice full of certainty: "She won't wake up anytime soon, and even if she does, she won't eat much. Senior Brother Lin, please don't be so polite."
Lin Su didn't refuse and had breakfast outside with Xue Tong. He figured that given his friendship with Xue Lan, that person wouldn't kill him over a bowl of porridge.
Just as Xue Tong had predicted, the door to Xue Lan's room wasn't opened until the sun was high in the sky. Xue Lan came out wearing a blue robe and was startled to see Lin Su.
"Junior Brother Lin is here early!"
Lin Su thought to himself, "My senior sister Xue, I've been waiting for you outside for an hour and a half."
Xue Lan had already cleaned the room with magic, and now she was going out just to get a hot meal.
Xue Tong took out the breakfast she had left for her, and Lin Su only saw a small bowl of porridge and a small dish of pickled vegetables.
Xue Tong noticed the look of guilt slowly forming in Lin Su's eyes and quickly interrupted her imaginings.
The little girl's voice was clear and bright: "She eats very little."
This wasn't Xue Tong deceiving Lin Su; Xue Lan really did eat very little. It seemed that she preferred the feeling of sitting with many people rather than eating.
Xue Lan finished her meal slowly and deliberately, then took her own bowl and chopsticks to the small kitchen.
When they came out again, half an incense stick had already burned.
"Junior Brother Lin, I will be using a strange fire to directly smelt the materials you brought. You'd better be careful and take precautions."
Lin Su nodded in understanding. He had entered the Wan Gong Fang secret realm with Xue Lan and naturally knew the power of Xue Lan's strange fire, and at the same time, he secretly envied her.
When will I be able to obtain my own unique flame?
"Wait while I change my clothes."
Xue Lan went into her room, and when she came out, she had changed from a light blue wide-sleeved robe into a black narrow-sleeved martial arts uniform.
His originally loose hair was now tied up, making him look like a martial arts master from the mortal world.
The two went together to the weapon-refining cave in the back mountain. Xue Lan didn't have any spare money to buy a new door, so she simply left the half-door standing there, which made it clear how poor and pitiful the cave owner was.
Lin Su followed Xue Lan into the weapon-refining cave and found that apart from the huge smelting furnace, everything else was in disarray, and there were even two broken puppets near the entrance.
The young man couldn't help but ask, "Senior Sister Xue, has your cave been robbed?"
Xue Lan glared at him: "You're not allowed to say that again."
Lin Su shut up, and then heard Xue Lan continue: "This was left behind by the Headmaster Master. The Headmaster Master is showing me affection."
Xue Tong, who remained on Jiyuan Peak, seized the opportunity to speak: [To show affection by pinning you against the wall?]
Xue Lan ignored her, and the girl turned to look at Lin Su behind her.
"Junior brother, let's begin!"
Lin Su chuckled awkwardly; he didn't believe Xue Lan's words at all! The current sect leader of Xuanhuang Sect, Dao Xuanzi, was a true sword immortal, whose skill in wielding twin swords amidst the wind and snow was known to everyone in the Yuanming Lower Realm.
Now they're using this to execute disciples; it shows Xue Lan's...
Lin Su's thoughts were interrupted by Xue Lan's voice. The two spread out blueprints beside the refining platform, and Lin Su marked some details on the blueprints. He also shared his ideas with Xue Lan, who then waved her hand and used her strange fire to rekindle the long-extinguished smelting furnace in front of them.
A raging fire burned before him, and the young man, who had been enthusiastically explaining the details of the puppet arm to Xue Lan, suddenly fell silent.
Xue Lan turned to look at him and saw a look of nostalgia and melancholy on the young man's face.
"My arm was destroyed by demonic flames."
Xue Lan flicked her wrist, and the strange fire pulsed irregularly.
Her voice trembled as she asked Xue Tong, "Is it starting already?"
Xue Tong was reading a book in the bamboo grove courtyard: [The hidden plot has begun.]
Lin Su was about to speak, but Xue Lan didn't dare interrupt him. So she just threw the materials into the smelting furnace herself, listening to Lin Su's story as she did so.
"Senior Sister Xue should know that even though the major immortal sects are on high alert at Luoxia Mountain, there are always some evil spirits that enter the Yuanming Lower Realm every year."
Xue Lan nodded, watching the rare materials rise and fall in the smelting furnace. Taking advantage of Lin Su's inattention, she threw in a small ball of magic containing the power of ice.
The small clump of material entered the smelting furnace, causing the previously scorching furnace to suddenly quiet down.
The stove is quiet, but the repairman's heart is filled with anxiety.
Lin Su couldn't continue the story, and looking at the smelting furnace, he reminded Xue Lan: "Senior Sister, the furnace."
Xue Lan waved her hand: "It's alright, continue."
Lin Su then continued, “At that time, I lived in a small village 120 li east of Xie Cui City. My father was the only blacksmith in the village.”
"The demons silently broke into the village and killed all the able-bodied men, including my father."
The young man's eyes were filled with tears.
"Then a massive burst of demonic flames was unleashed, burning down the entire village."
"This arm was hit by a falling beam while we were escaping the fire, and it eventually became necrotic and had to be amputated."
The story was somewhat heavy, and Xue Lan asked Lin Su, "What about your mother?"
The young man looked into Xue Lan's eyes: "After my father died, my mother went insane from the shock. The night before I was chosen by the War Puppet Mansion, she jumped into the river."
These were just a few dozen words, spoken in a flat tone, as if the young man were telling someone else's story.
Xue Tong sat in the bamboo grove courtyard, his book stuck on one page for a long time.
The little girl suddenly remembered what Xue Lan had told her before, when Gong Yuan and the others had an accident.
"A single sentence from someone outside the book, a lifetime of someone within the book."
The girl's voice, tinged with a hint of melancholy, seemed to echo in his ears. Xue Tong glanced at the bamboo grove before him, then at the book in his hands.
It's impossible to write about everything. How could a few strokes of the pen possibly finish describing this millennia-long struggle, or the countless people who died at the hands of evil?
They are wanderers, homemakers...
Some people had their hometowns destroyed, and some never returned home.
After Lin Su finished telling his story, the young man looked at Xue Lan and said, "Senior Sister Xue, the demonic tide is coming. I don't want to stay here."
"I know you have a way."