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

When people's lives become too smooth, they tend to forget important things.

Xue Lan stared at the dried-out pot in front of her and the small snake inside, now reduced to charcoal. She exchanged a glance with Xue Tong beside her, speechless with emotion.

"Does its current state affect the efficacy of the medicine?" Xue Lan asked Xue Tong.

Xue Tong covered her face, her voice muffled: "Even if it's made of ten-thousand-year-old black iron, it won't work to cook a snake with this strange fire!"

The little girl pointed to the soot in the pot: "How about we scoop some out, mix it with some 'rootless water,' and roll it into balls to eat?"

Xue Lan shook her head frantically: "Let's not. I already have the antidote. I'll force the remaining poison out of my body tonight so others won't worry."

Xue Tong nodded, stepped forward, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to wash the pot.

Xue Lan's almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents: "Oh dear, how could I trouble you?"

Xue Tong: [Get lost!]

Xue Lan quickly returned to her room to meditate.

Xue Tong watched her leave, then moved a small stool from a corner, stood on it, and began washing the pot.

Xue Lan stayed in his room all night and finally managed to eliminate the last bit of the poison by using the strange fire and his powerful demon soul.

As she was leaving, she saw Xue Tong setting the table with bowls and chopsticks. The little girl looked at her and said, "[Wash up and eat.]"

Xue Lan was genuinely surprised: "You can cook?"

Xue Tong went to the kitchen and brought out a plate of side dishes: [All I know how to do is cook porridge and make cold dishes.]

Xue Lan quickly finished washing up and sat down at the table. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

Picking up the bowl of white porridge from the table, Xue Lan sincerely praised Xue Tong: "It's already very good."

Xue Tong picked up a piece of cold dish with her chopsticks: "Being better than you isn't necessarily better!"

Xue Lan stopped talking and buried her head in her porridge.

Seeing that the porridge in the bowl was almost finished, Xue Lan looked up at Xue Tong and said, "I've always felt that I'm quite lucky. Before, I had Auntie and Zhu He to cook for me. Now that they're gone, I still have you."

"Xue Tong, I actually quite like you."

Xue Tong's ears turned slightly red. The young girl looked at Xue Lan and said, "Speak quickly!"

Xue Lan handed over the empty bowl and said with a grin:

"one more bowl."

While Xue Tong went to the kitchen to get porridge, Xue Lan sat in the courtyard, watching the sun rise over the edge of Xuanling Peak.

Xue Lan thought to herself that she had really become lax and lazy.

She even thought that it would be great if things could stay like this forever, and that the things from her past life could just stay in the past.

Xue Tong brought out the porridge, and Xue Lan took it with a smile.

But now is not the time.

The two finished breakfast at Jiyuan Peak and then headed to Xuanling Peak.

Xue Lan walked up the steps from the bottom of the square and ran into Du Tao halfway up.

The young man had been extremely busy lately, and his eyes were somewhat vacant when he saw Xue Lan. Xue Lan casually asked him about some matters concerning the Enforcement Hall.

"It's nothing much, it's just that when you were under house arrest, the young lady from the Spirit Gate and the little princess of the Peacock Clan got into a fight."

Du Tao pointed to the scratches on his neck and the handprints on his arms, his voice tinged with resentment:

"I'm perfectly fine."

Xue Lan felt extremely guilty and stuffed several high-grade spirit stones into the other person's hand, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

She then fled in panic, and Xue Tong couldn't catch up with her.

Xue Lan arrived at Xuanling Peak Square and stood quietly behind Dao Xuanzi. This was the last day of the second trial. The square was packed with people; almost all the seniors who could come had arrived, waiting to select disciples who suited their preferences.

Xue Lan knew that the longest part of each Ascension Ceremony was not the trial process, but the process of the seniors vying for promising talents.

The scene in the giant mirror in front of them kept changing, finally settling on a small figure.

It was a chubby little boy, round like a small jar. He was climbing the ladder to immortality with great difficulty.

However, because his legs were a bit short, he had a hard time climbing each step, and his plump little face was covered in sweat.

"This is the child that your Uncle Shensuan has taken a liking to."

As Dao Xuanzi's voice reached her ears, Xue Lan looked at Shen Suan Zhenren sitting to Dao Xuanzi's right, and then at the chubby little boy.

Has my senior brother really come out of this?

Dao Xuanzi seemed to have sensed Xue Lan's thoughts and added, "It's not for him, it's for Gong Yuan to take on a disciple."

Xue Lan was even more shocked.

Is she going to become a senior martial uncle?

Xue Lan secretly rubbed her hands together; she had never been a senior martial arts master before, and she was quite excited.

Seeing her eager expression, Dao Xuanzi transmitted his voice, saying, "It's not just our Xuanhuang Sect that's eyeing this child."

Xue Lan looked around and saw that several old men had their eyes shining with golden light.

She never imagined that one day she would be involved in the struggle between these late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators for disciples.

She was somewhat agitated.

Looking at Xue Lan's appearance, Dao Xuanzi knew that his chances of winning had increased. As for whether Xue Lan was embarrassed or not, he no longer cared.

It's not like it's the first time.

The scene in the magic mirror switched, focusing on Lu Feng. Dao Xuanzi then transmitted his voice to Xue Lan: "This is the child you don't like?"

Xue Lan's voice was somewhat cold: "This child is a bit indifferent to emotions and has no affinity with immortality."

Dao Xuanzi nodded, and it was unclear what he said to the seniors around him, but everyone nodded slightly.

Lu Feng, who was still on the ladder to immortality, could never have imagined that Xue Lan's single sentence would sever Zhengtong's path to heaven.

Xue Tong's voice came through: "Actually, according to the protagonist's script, even if you don't let him become a direct disciple of the immortal sect, he still has a way to embark on the path of immortality."

Xue Lan's voice was tinged with laughter: "Then I will cut him down again and again. Don't forget, he is a puppet in my hands."

Xue Tong shut up.

She almost forgot that Xue Lan wasn't kind and gentle to everyone.

A young girl appeared on the mirror, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a hint of Ziwei aura about her.

"These are your master's relatives," Dao Xuanzi's voice came.

Xue Lan replied to him, "Your Highness, the Princess of Da Shun, isn't this aura of Ziwei too strong? It seems..."

She doesn't seem like a princess, but rather like the monarch of the Great Shun Dynasty.

Dao Xuanzi shook his head: "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."

Xue Lan's heart skipped a beat.

"Master Uncle...Southern Region..."

Dao Xuanzi nodded slowly.

In the southern region, Dashun heads towards Kyoto.

Chaos erupted in the Golden Palace. An elderly man in a crimson official robe took several steps forward, holding a white jade tablet. His frail body trembled uncontrollably as he reached the front and knelt down.

"Your Majesty...you mustn't!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you mustn't!"

……

All the officials in the court tried to dissuade him, and a large number of them knelt down.

However, the elderly man with a full head of white hair simply stepped down from the dragon throne and helped the old man on the ground to his feet.

"Qian Aiqing, back in the day when we were studying at the Imperial Academy. At that time, the war had not yet broken out..."

"I can't keep hiding behind others forever..."