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

Chapter 574 Can pillows be used to hit people?

Xue Lan felt that she was very strange.

It's clear that everything Yin Hun is doing now is arranged by her. The little girl is following the Wolf King's plan step by step, earnestly and happily.

However, Xue Lan was somewhat unhappy.

The woman's spoon made a crisp sound as it struck the bottom of the bowl. She gently bit into the round glutinous rice ball, revealing a sticky sesame filling inside.

Xue Lan's expression was slightly heavy. The woman looked at the Soul Guide and spoke as if she had made up her mind:

"Little Soul, Your Majesty has something very important to tell you."

"Xue Lan!"

Xue Tong instinctively wanted to stop Xue Lan from saying something cruel, but was stopped by the inner demon beside her.

The woman in white held a bowl full of glutinous rice balls in one hand and tugged at Xiaotong's sleeve with the other.

"Don't let her be as hateful as she was in her past life."

"But the Soul Guide is still a child!"

The inner demon sneered:

"In the Yuanming Realm, even children have the right to know about parting."

Xue Tong wanted to say something in rebuttal, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Yes, the Yuanming Realm is indeed this cruel!

Life and death, separation and parting, play out here every day; sometimes a fleeting encounter becomes the last.

The girl remained silent, eating the glutinous rice balls in her bowl as Xue Lan slowly and firmly told Yin Hun all her plans.

"Little Soul, His Majesty is a cruel man." After saying the last sentence, Xue Lan gently raised her hand and touched the little soul-guiding head, her voice low and hoarse:

"I'm sorry! I always do this."

The Soul Guide didn't speak, but instead put down the spoon in his hand and grabbed Xue Lan's hand that was resting on his head:

"Your Majesty will come back, right?" The little girl looked at Xue Lan with her gray-blue eyes that held the laws of reincarnation, her eyes full of expectation.

"It might take a very long time..." Xue Lan paused slightly, recalling her previous argument with the Heavenly Dao at the War Puppet Mansion.

"Also a possibility……"

"I will always wait for Your Majesty!"

Xue Lan's next words were interrupted loudly by the spirit guide. The little girl gripped Xue Lan's wrist tightly, staring into Xue Lan's grayish-white eyes, and said, word by word:

"Little Soul will always... will always be waiting for you in the Yellow Springs."

"Your Majesty, you must return after a very, very long time."

Xue Tong, who was engrossed in eating glutinous rice balls, accidentally dropped her spoon on the table. The girl turned her head away, forcing herself not to look at Xue Lan and the other girl. With one hand, she took away the half bowl of glutinous rice balls that Xue Lan had not yet eaten, and ate them like a little hamster in revenge.

The inner demon couldn't help but chuckle.

Xue Lan gently grasped the small hand that guided the soul, revealing a helpless yet tender smile:

"it is good!"

"Your Majesty, you must make a pinky promise with me!" Yinhun smiled brightly and extended his little finger to Xue Lan.

"can!"

Xue Lan reached out and hooked her little finger with the girl's:

"By making a pinky promise, I will return to the Yuanming Realm no matter how many thousands or tens of thousands of years have passed."

After receiving Xue Lan's promise, Yin Hun suddenly felt very sleepy. The little girl yawned and said to Xue Lan:

"Your Majesty, I'm so sleepy!"

Xue Lan thought to herself, "You must be sleepy. How could you not be asleep after just merging with the power of the Reincarnation Mark?"

"It's alright." Xue Lan opened her sleeves to the little girl:

"Just come back and get some sleep, and you'll be fine."

"What about the glutinous rice balls...?"

"Your Majesty, that's fine with eating!"

After guiding the soul into a ball of light and flying into his sleeve, Xue Lan turned around to deal with the two bowls of glutinous rice balls on the table, one for himself and the other for the soul.

Then she discovered that her bowl of uneaten glutinous rice balls was gone, and not a drop of syrup remained at the bottom of the brown bowl.

Xue Lan looked at the inner demon and asked in confusion:

"Where are my glutinous rice balls? Did you eat them?"

The inner demon shook his head with a strange expression, but his eyes darted towards Xue Tong.

Following the person's movements, Xue Lan looked over and the first thing she saw was A Wu's somewhat evasive gaze.

The girl, who came from the Thousand Realms of Ghosts and had been obediently consuming demonic souls for over a hundred years, clearly lacked Xue Tong's skills. She sat on the bench, looking at Xue Tong with some anxiety.

Xue Lan stepped forward and patted the culprit on the shoulder:

Why are you eating my glutinous rice balls? How can you eat two bowls of these?

Xue Tong looked up at her slightly and said, "I love to eat, okay?"

Xue Lan pretended not to notice the anger in the girl's tone and smiled, "You like it? Would you like me to order two more bowls for you?"

Xue Tong glared at her.

Lord Wolf King laughed heartily until tears almost streamed down his face before reaching out to Xue Tong:

"Do you want to pinky swear with me too?!"

Xue Tong wanted to bite off Xue Lan's little finger, but the girl stared intently into her eyes:

"You think I'm a little girl?"

"Aren't you this tall?" Xue Lan raised her hand to indicate a height beside her: "You were this tall when I started taking care of you!"

Xue Tong didn't want to talk to this person, so she secretly pressed a small piece of silver into the bottom of the bowl and then got up and left the stall.

Xue Lan smiled gently at the girl's actions, then quickly caught up with Xue Tong.

"You need a reason to be angry." Xue Lan walked up to the girl and turned to speak.

"When did you start to look more and more like me?"

Xue Tong stopped in her tracks, looked at Xue Lan, and solemnly spoke:

"What were you originally going to say when you were interrupted by the soul-summoning?"

Xue Lan stood quietly as Xue Tong managed to stand still, looking into the girl's determined eyes and speaking:

"It's also possible that they'll never come back."

"I thought you would never care about what the Heavenly Dao says." Xue Tong said, somewhat flustered.

"I thought that when you came out of the tower that day to ask me to buy pastries, you had already forgotten what the Heavenly Dao said!"

"What are you thinking about again?" Xue Lan tapped her head helplessly.

"I really don't take what Heaven says to heart. Now I no longer strive for perfection in everything, and I live a carefree and unrestrained life."

A faint smile played in the woman's pale gray eyes:

"But it is only on the matter of the Yuanming Realm that I am filled with unease and want to make it as perfect as possible."

"While nothing can be fully calculated, the consequences must be in my control."

Xue Tong gently closed her eyes, her voice slightly hoarse:

"Xue Lan, that's not what I meant."

In her vision, Xue Lan should successfully implement her plan and eventually return, longed for by thousands in the Yuanming Realm.

Instead of turning to ashes in the fires of the Forging Realm!

"Xiaotong."

Xue Lan stood beside the girl and called her name, her clear gray eyes holding something that Xue Tong didn't understand.

"Nothing in this world goes as planned."

Xue Tong understood Xue Lan's meaning, but understanding was one thing, not understanding was another.

She was no longer a child and understood that most things in this world could not be seen from the beginning; one could only rely on oneself to take it one step at a time and plan for each step.

Xue Lan said that she no longer likes to strive for perfection, but she still can't shake the habit of planning every step of the way.

Given the current state of affairs in the Yuanming Realm, its deep-seated problems are difficult to cure. Xue Lan and many others who wish to save the world are trying to prop up a sinking ship and a collapsing tree...

Xue Tong couldn't think straight anymore, and the girl raised her hand to cover her eyes.

She always lost to Xue Lan on these topics, going from being aggressive at the beginning to being speechless, seemingly in just a few words from him.

She couldn't do anything to Xue Lan, she couldn't do anything to Shen Suan Zhenren, and she couldn't do anything to those soldiers who were willing to die on the battlefield for the Yuanming Realm.

Xue Lan heard Xue Tong's hoarse voice:

"Xue Lan, you wanted me to be a witness before. I may not be able to do it."

"I can never stand idly by."

She couldn't calmly watch the evolution of the Yuanming Realm, nor could she remain unmoved by Xue Lan and the others' self-immolation-style salvation.

Xue Lan gently stroked the top of Xue Tong's head twice, flattening down the few stray hairs that were sticking up.

"It's okay if you can't be a qualified witness. Just treat it all as a journey."

Xue Lan, a gentle woman, looked at Xue Tong, her voice like the slowly flowing spring water after the winter snow melted:

"Xue Tong, even if all your schemes ultimately come to nothing, you must remember the happy things."

"The wind rustling through the bamboo forest on Jiyuan Peak, the lanterns burning all night in the capital of the Great Shun Dynasty. And the delicious pastries you ate in various places, the good friends you met..."

“There are few outsiders in the Yuanming Realm. I hope you can come here happily and leave happily.”

"Don't worry about the pain and exhaustion, just go back with the things you like."

"After all, you haven't grown up yet in that world."

Xue Tong finally couldn't hold back her tears. Without saying a word to Xue Lan, the girl turned around, grabbed A Wu, and left.

Watching the girl wipe away her tears and walk away, the inner demon couldn't help but lean closer to Xue Lan and speak:

"You just like to say all sorts of nonsense to bully young girls, making them believe you are invincible while saying things like what if you were to vanish into thin air."

"Xue Lan, you'll get beaten up if you keep doing this."

Xue Lan didn't take it seriously. The woman glanced lightly at the inner demon beside her, the smile in her eyes still lingering:

"I didn't bully her."

"It's just that there are always exceptions. Even the invincible Wolf King has his anxieties, which makes him more like a living being."

"Besides, I know Xiaotong. She's been raised very well by her family, and she'll understand me..."

"what!"

Before the Wolf King could finish speaking, a dull pain shot through her waist, as if she had been whipped by some anime character. The woman screamed and turned around to see Xue Tong, who had just left in tears, holding a small boat and glaring at her fiercely, showing no trace of her previous vulnerability.

“I just calmed myself down. I feel like you’re just trying to mess with my mind by saying all that nonsense. You even said to treat this as a trip. I’ve never seen any host treat guests like cattle.”

"I feel like I'm being too wronged, and it's bad for my health, so..."

Xue Lan had never known that Soul-Devouring Beasts could be used to whip people. Could someone tell her why a square pillow could be stretched so long? Whipping it on the waist felt like being hit over the head with a club. The Wolf King, fleeing in all directions, hid behind his inner demons and angrily spoke to Xue Tong:

"Young man, do you know what it means to 'reverse the Heavenly Gang'?"

Holding a long, small boat in her arms, Xue Tong showed no mercy when she confronted Xue Lan:

"Who do you think you are, a Heavenly General? You yourself are a rebellious son of the Yuanming Realm, yet you still oppose the Heavenly Generals."

Xue Lan couldn't refute it, and looked at her inner demon hoping she would speak up for her.

Then she watched helplessly as the inner demon transformed into a streak of black light and flew into her heart, perfectly embodying the act of fleeing in the face of battle.

"Don't go! Did you do the right thing?" Xue Lan wailed in anguish.

What good would it do you if I got beaten to death?

The inner demon sat upright in the octagonal pavilion of his sea of ​​consciousness, smiling as he poured himself a cup of tea, then spoke in a sly tone:

"I'm happier watching you get beaten up."

Xue Lan: The relationship between a person and their inner demons is very fragile.

After losing his inner demons, Lord Wolf was beaten badly. The woman squatted in the corner of the market and drew circles with her head down, thinking that she must speak more positively in the future.

Since we've already been beaten...

Lord Wolf's eyes darted around, then he suddenly stood up from the corner, patted the footprints of the small boat on his sleeve, blinked, and spoke:

How could you hit me?

Xue Tong looked at her pitiful expression and felt a chill run through her: "You're up to your old tricks again!"

"Speak, what do you want me to do this time?"

Xue Lan's aggrieved expression instantly turned into a smile, and she deftly assigned tasks to Xue Tong:

"We will leave Duanshui Pass the day after tomorrow; we cannot waste the opportunity to become the chosen one."

Xue Lan summoned her inner demon from her sea of ​​consciousness and patted Xue Tong on the shoulder:

"Take Lu Feng and her with you and go outside Duanshui Pass to see if you can catch a few high-level demons. Consider it a small contribution to the demon-slaying cause at Duanshui Pass."

Xue Tong hesitated for a while, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back, before finally speaking slowly:

"If we're bringing Lu Feng along, shouldn't we bring a few more people? After all, he's the chosen one."

Thinking of Lu Feng's bad luck—getting hunted down by his enemies just for going to the Wan Gong Fang for a trial—Xue Lan nodded in agreement.

"Let's bring Zhuhe along too."

Xue Tong took Lu Feng to the battlefield outside the pass to "encounter" the demon race, while Xue Lan went to the weapon-refining cave to continue guiding the weapon refiners, and incidentally left a wisp of her own strange fire for Zhao Chen and the other two.

As they slayed demons and forged iron with hammers, the day was quickly coming to an end.

On the morning of the third day, before dawn, the weapon-refining cave was still brightly lit. Many disciples of the War Puppet Mansion gathered around a smelting furnace, watching Xue Lan take a ball of blue-red strange fire from between her eyebrows and carefully place it into the container prepared in front of her.

After closing the container lid, Xue Lan smiled and instructed Zhao Chen:

"There are two Froststones inside that consume the firepower of the strange fire. You can use them to refine weapons, but be careful..."

After a brief pause, Xue Lan added:

"Don't blow up the weapon-refining cave and trace it back to me, it will damage the reputation of me, the owner of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop."

Zhao Chen stepped forward, picked up the container from the table, and handed it to Yan Shi behind him, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you, Master Xue, for the fire."

The surrounding weapon refiners all spoke up for Xue Lan:

"Thank you, Master Xue, for the fire."

"No thanks, no thanks!"

Xue Lan waved her hand with a broad smile, feeling extremely satisfied.

The woman looked at all the weapon refiners present and spoke solemnly in a deep voice:

"I am leaving today for the depths of the desolate region. All of you, while refining weapons at Broken Water Pass, must remain steadfast and stay true to your original intentions!"

"Huai Xing!"

"exist!"

Suddenly called by name, the weapon refiner Huai Xingfei, who had previously told Xue Lan that he wanted to forge a perfect weapon, quickly lowered his head and stepped forward. When he looked up, he met Xue Lan's gray-white eyes.

"I have pondered your question for a long time, and today I will give you an answer."

Huai Xing looked at the woman with some anticipation, then heard her light, airy voice:

"The Way is inexhaustible, and no instrument is perfect."

"The Way is endless and sought by all ages; no tool is perfect and is forged through countless trials."

"Young friend, keep refining weapons, keep refining weapons!"