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

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the morning light was faint.

The mortal realm of the Yuan and Ming dynasties. The Xuanhuang Grotto Heaven.

A long, drawn-out cry of a crane echoed through the verdant mountains. A white crane descended from the horizon, flying into the shadows behind the main peak. It landed before a black pavilion hidden beneath a cliff.

The crane looked up at its back, and a clear, soothing male voice rang out: "Master, we have arrived at the library."

An old man and a young boy disembarked from the crane's back. The old man had an air of otherworldly wisdom, while the young boy possessed a natural charm.

The old man nodded slightly to the crane: "Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Crane."

The boy next to the old man quickly followed suit, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect: "Thank you, Lord Crane."

The crane seemed to chuckle softly, bowing its head slightly in return. It then flapped its wings and flew away, soon becoming a white dot on the horizon.

Ling Yuanzi turned to the boy beside him and asked, "Chuan'er, have you remembered what I told you?"

As Lian Chuan followed the old man toward the black pavilion behind him, he answered crisply, "Master is one of the True Persons of the Xuanhuang Sect, in charge of Jiyuan Peak. He has three disciples. The eldest sister is skilled in weapon crafting and has a cool and quiet nature. The second brother is skilled in swordsmanship and is a gentleman. The third sister is obsessed with spear techniques and is calm and composed."

Ling Yuanzi nodded in satisfaction. At this moment, the two of them had arrived in front of the black pavilion. The dark wooden door seemed to sense that someone was approaching and slowly opened a crack in front of the master and disciple.

The faint morning light squeezed through the crack in the door, only to be abruptly blocked by a vast expanse of darkness. Lian Chuan screamed in fright and retreated, hiding behind Ling Yuanzi. Looking up, he saw a face contorted in defeat.

A piercing scream erupted from in front of the library.

Xue Lan was wearing a specially made robe, made of brocade brocade woven last year by the junior sisters of Jiangyun Sect. Although it was called brocade brocade, it only had the word "night" in it.

The brocade was extremely black, and from Lian Chuan's perspective, it looked as if a head had suddenly grown out of nowhere from the crack in the door.

Xue Lan had willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and her black hair cascaded down her back. Although she looked exhausted and her face was pale, her features were still very striking.

But the problem is that among all the ghosts and monsters in the world, the more beautiful they are, the scarier they are.

Xue Lan looked at the trembling child in front of her and tapped the person leisurely and happy in her mind: "The successor of the Silver Moon Wolf, the future Demon Emperor?"

"What do you know? That's the Silver Moon Wolf, one of the top demonic beasts in your little world. Wait two years and you'll be amazed! The Silver Moon Wolf's top genius, who once interfered with the River of Time a thousand years ago... Never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I told you." A lovely little girl in a peach-pink dress swung on a swing in Xue Lan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Upon hearing this, Xue Lan chuckled softly, looked at Ling Yuanzi in front of her, and spoke in a lazy, hoarse voice: "Junior Brother?"

Ling Yuanzi turned to look at his eldest disciple and nodded slightly: "This is Lian Chuan. I have some things to attend to in a while, so I will entrust the task of teaching him to you."

"I want a top-grade source crystal."

"Where am I supposed to find you top-grade source crystals?" Ling Yuanzi immediately became displeased, glaring at Xue Lan with a huff.

"Master Master has one," Xue Lan said with a smile.

"I'll bring it to you when I return." Ling Yuanzi swiftly handed Lian Chuan to Xue Lan, then rode the wind and disappeared into the horizon.

[The main characters are finally all here; the story can finally begin. Your master really knows how to make empty promises.] The system commented.

Xue Lan knew her master was good at making empty promises, but she didn't care too much. After all, if you keep nibbling at the empty promises made by Ling Yuanzi, you'll eventually get to the filling.

Xue Lan didn't speak to the system and prepared to take Lian Chuan into the library. The child had calmed down by this time, but was still trembling slightly.

Did you become his psychological trauma on the very first day?

Xue Lan: Shut up.

The morning sunlight shone into the library, like a path with blurred edges. Lian Chuan was initially somewhat resistant, feeling that the dark library was like a monster's giant mouth, which would chew him up and swallow him whole once he entered.

Xue Lan noticed her junior brother's resistance, so she applied a little force and pulled Lian Chuan inside.

The library was dimly lit, with spirit lamps burning slowly everywhere. Xue Lan led Lian Chuan through rows of bookshelves. Finally, they arrived at the back of a dark room.

"Senior Sister dislikes sunlight by nature. In the seven years since she entered the sect, she has spent most of her time in this dark room." Xue Lan asked Lian Chuan to sit down on the futon, and then she began to browse through the bookshelves in the dark room.

She flipped through the cultivation manuals one by one. The system in her mind was still chattering incessantly.

[He is the Silver Moon Wolf. In the late stage of Qi Refining, he will automatically be affected by his bloodline and transform into a mutated ice spirit root. Find him an ice-type cultivation technique.]

Xue Lan: "Understood."

Half a month ago, this guy called the system entered Xue Lan's sea of ​​consciousness and told her that it was there to save the plot.

Xue Lan's world is a book. Her master sacrifices himself to save the world, her second junior brother dies after his sword bone is dug out, her third junior sister is tricked and dies in another world, and her youngest junior brother, despite having top-tier blood, becomes someone else's demon pet.

System: [Don't you want to save them?]

Xue Lan: "I want to."

Within its sea of ​​consciousness, the enormous white wolf looked at the system gesturing and pointing at it, a rare hint of interest appearing in its icy blue eyes.

Xue Lan was originally a demon cultivator from the Northern Region of the Yuanming Upper Realm, whose true form was the Silver Moon Azure Wolf, a top-tier demon beast mentioned by the system. At his peak, he was all-powerful, and before his death, he intervened in the River of Time, casting his own soul into it.

Over the course of a thousand years, she accidentally possessed a little beggar with the same name, who was picked up by Ling Yuanzi, who was traveling, and became the senior disciple of Jiyuan Peak.

Upon seeing the system, Xue Lan felt it posed no threat, so she simply created a small, separate space within her own consciousness and treated it as a pet.

Although this little guy isn't very smart, he's definitely interesting.

I know nothing about this system.

Lian Chuan sat obediently on the futon opposite Xue Lan, watching his senior sister browse through the bookshelves. After an incense stick's time, she turned to him and asked, "Can you read?"

Lian Chuan was taken aback by the question, but quickly nodded after regaining his composure.

A scroll was slipped into Lian Chuan's arms. He took it out and saw that it read: "The Art of Freezing Ice".

"Later, when we return to the peak, your third senior sister will teach you how to guide Qi into your body. You can practice this technique in the later stages of Qi Refining."

“But, Senior Sister… I am a Heavenly Spiritual Root of Fire.” Lian Chuan was terrified of his Senior Sister, but still dared to retort.

“A single fire elemental root.” Xue Lan pondered for a while, then took the “Frost Technique” from Lian Chuan’s hand, turned around and took another cultivation technique from the bookshelf and handed it to Lian Chuan. It was clearly written on the book: “Frozen Ice Sword Technique”.

Lian Chuan looked at Xue Lan with his big, wet eyes, as if to say, "Senior Sister, do you not want to teach me anymore?"

"Take it for now, no need to practice it. We'll talk about it when you reach the late stage of Qi Refining."

Lian Chuan dared not speak.

“In my cultivation at Jiyuan Peak, we emphasize self-reliance in everything. You must learn to be independent and self-strengthening.”

Lian Chuan nodded.

"Jiyuan Peak doesn't force cultivation; reaching Foundation Establishment within two years is sufficient. This is because there will be a disciple recruitment ceremony and a disciple competition after two years, which everyone must attend."

Lian Chuan nodded vigorously.

Xue Lan grew increasingly fond of her junior brother. He knew her well and was obedient, which was much better than her two rebellious sons from before.

"If you get bored, you can go to Zhihe Cliff behind Xuanling Peak. Fellow Daoists in the sect will organize a Crane Dance Banquet on the night of the full moon. If you're lucky, you might even meet the senior and junior sisters from Yunhui Peak."

Lian Chuan nodded again.

"I usually stay in two places, the library and the cave on the back mountain of Jiyuan Peak. If you have any questions about cultivation, you can come and find me. Take this weapon refining manual and take a look."

Another book was shoved into Lian Chuan's arms. This book, called "The Hundred Refinements Manual," was an introductory text for the weapon-refining sect in the cultivation world. It contained pictures and identification methods for basic weapon-refining materials. It was a full palm-thick in Lian Chuan's hands. The outer skin was made of some kind of demonic beast hide, appearing blood-red and somewhat eerie.

Xue Lan raised her hand and patted Lian Chuan's head: "I'll take you to Jiyuan Peak."

Jiyuan Peak is not very prominent, situated behind Xuanling Peak, the main peak of the Xuanhuang Sect. From the summit, one can see the Zhihe Cliff that Xue Lan mentioned. Cranes dance gracefully atop it; Lian Chuan doesn't know if the one that carried him up is there, for in his eyes, all cranes are the same.

Compared to the other peaks of Qianshan, Jiyuan Peak is rather simple. It's covered in vast bamboo forests. Only a corner of a rooftop is visible halfway up the mountain.

As Lian Chuan approached the bamboo forest, he could hear the gentle breeze rustling through the bamboo, a soft, whispering sound. There was also the sound of sharp blades cutting through the wind.

The two landed. Lian Chuan followed Xue Lan forward, and in the clearing in the middle of the bamboo forest, two people were sparring.

As the two stepped forward, they were met with the sound of metal clashing.

After a "clang!" sound, Lian Chuan saw a faint layer of magical light emanating from the two people in the middle.

A moment later, the mountain wind picked up, and the bamboo forest rippled like the sea. Not far away, the wind chimes on the eaves of the pale blue bamboo house rang out for a moment.

A crisp "ding-a-ling!" brought Lian Chuan back to his senses. He saw the two people who had been fighting in front of him stop and walk towards him.

The young man in black had a hearty smile and held a heavy sword in his hand.

The girl in purple had her hair tied in a ponytail, her phoenix eyes sparkling, and she carried a long spear made of black iron.

Xue Lan turned to look at him, her voice still in that lazy tone: "Your second senior brother is Zhu He. Your third senior sister is Ji Jinjin."

"From now on, you will be the junior brother of Jiyuan Peak."

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The author's words, too numerous to contain:

This is a female-centric novel. The female lead is very capable, but not an all-powerful one who can be split into eight pieces. She doesn't have a romantic partner. It's an ensemble piece, featuring both female and male characters. It's a slow-burn novel; you'll decide whether to stay or leave after reading the first three chapters. Thank you everyone.

This is a slightly silly post (any more and it won't be able to be any more!). Sometimes I'm not thinking straight in this fictional world, so feel free to leave your brains with me. I'll take them out and share them with you when needed.

It is not a traditional cultivation story, and there is no clear boundary between good and evil.

The conflict between the human and demon races and the demon race is irreconcilable!

It's a slow starter, and the power level doesn't fluctuate as much. It's simply impossible for a Golden Core cultivator to defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator, even in a group.

The cultivation world and the mortal world are not so distinct; there is no real difference between immortals and mortals, and when disaster strikes, everyone suffers.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the author declines any writing guidance other than addressing misuse of idioms and typos. If you don't enjoy reading this book, feel free to drop it.

Finally, I wish you all a pleasant reading experience and all the best.

Mountains and rivers may eventually hold dreams, but our original aspirations will never be betrayed.