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

The disciple competition following the Ascension Ceremony is essentially a way to put together disciples below the Golden Core stage from various sects and the demon race for a showdown.

As for why they don't accept Golden Core cultivators, that's a joke. They're all working like beasts of burden on the front lines of the Demon Clan; they don't have time to fight in this arena.

Xue Lan directed the sect disciples to set up the venue and also took the opportunity to go up and take a look at the main arena that had been prepared.

Luxurious, grand, and high-class.

Xu Qinghe came to see Xue Lan once during this time, saying she wanted to talk to her. But Xue Lan didn't believe her.

She thought that Xu Qinghe was probably watching over her because she was afraid that Xue Lan would secretly go down the mountain and kill Lu Feng.

Which of them doesn't know the other?

"Have you told Lian Chuan about staying at the Xuanhuang Sect?" Xu Qinghe asked, looking at the girl in front of her.

Xue Lan asked casually, "How so?"

Tell him that, according to the sect's decision, you have been included in the torch relay and cannot return to the battlefield.

Xue Lan waved her hand: "Then Lian Chuan asked me to plead for him. I grinned and said, 'Senior sister can't help you, because senior sister can't go back either.'"

Xu Qinghe chuckled; the beauty's gentle laughter was exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

Xue Lan continued with her own business: "If you want to say it, go say it."

Xu Qinghe smiled and agreed, promising Xue Lan that she would talk to Lian Chuan afterward.

Looking at the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map in her hand, Xue Lan spoke kindly to Xu Qinghe, "Go and talk to Master Master. Since you've already decided to leave me in Xuanhuang Cave Heaven, I'll go back to refining weapons."

Xu Qinghe refused her: "No, you are the senior sister. You must be present."

Xue Lan didn't understand whether her presence could boost morale.

She understood the next day; it really worked.

After seeing a Xuanhuang Sect disciple in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage directly challenge a late-Foundation Establishment stage disciple and win because of his encouragement, he was deeply impressed.

The eldest sister's face was practically splitting open with laughter.

"I didn't actually know I was so popular." Xue Lan tried to feign humility, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

"Yes, yes, you're the most popular." Xue Tong echoed, standing in front of Xue Lan, munching on a snack from the table, watching Xue Lan's devoted fans below.

The master craftsman was unpretentious, crafting top-quality magical artifacts at rock-bottom prices at the foot of the mountain. Other sects wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing; it's no wonder these disciples disliked Xue Lan.

Xue Tong sighed inwardly, recalling the first time she met Xue Lan, who was just a small, dark-skinned person entertaining himself and muttering to himself in the weapon-refining room.

Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan behind her, who was being pulled into the girl's arms by the collar.

"What are you thinking about at such a young age? You look so miserable."

Xue Tong didn't know what Xue Lan meant by a "bitter look," and the little girl had already forgotten what she had said before. She let Xue Lan pinch her face.

She pointed to the ring: "Your fourth son is going up."

Xue Lan looked in the direction she was pointing and indeed saw a young man in white.

Lian Chuan stood on the arena and looked at Xue Lan in the audience. The girl's appearance had not changed. She was wearing a black dress with dark green bamboo leaves embroidered on the hem and looked as dashing and unrestrained as before.

Lian Chuan didn't know what was wrong with him; he suddenly remembered his first meeting with Xue Lan.

At that time, his master took him up the mountain and said that his eldest sister was a calm and gentle person.

She's a bit gentle, but not very composed.

Lian Chuan was facing a disciple of the Chong Gu Village. The girl, dressed in Miao clothing, looked mischievous, pretty, and lively. She spoke right away:

"My name is Yin Zhu. What's your name, big brother?"

Lian Chuan bowed and greeted, "Lian Chuan from Jiyuan Peak of Xuanhuang Sect greets fellow Daoist."

They exchanged names, and battle was imminent. Yin Zhu stepped forward first, unleashing a cloud of light purple smoke in front of Lian Chuan. Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan behind her.

Have you taught him how to deal with Gu poison?

Xue Lan shook her head: "No, but he won't lose."

How could a child who has been trained on the battlefield of Luoxia Mountain for many years lose?

As it turned out, Xue Lan's guess was entirely correct. The light purple smoke dissipated almost instantly. A flash of icy sword light pierced through the smoke, forcing a patch of purple smoke to the edge of the arena.

Yin Zhu stepped back, a jet-black scorpion resting on his raised wrist. It leaped up as its master retreated, forcing Lian Chuan to raise his sword in defense.

Lian Chuan's sword was a standard-issue sword distributed by the Xuanhuang Sect. It was corroded by venom when he was fighting off the scorpion, leaving a dark mark on the blade.

Xue Tong teased Xue Lan: "Why don't you forge weapons for your little fourth son? Are you being biased?"

Xue Lan slapped her on the head: "Next time you talk so much, I'll throw you into the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map."

Xue Tong refused to accept her threat and retorted, "Sure, I'll set it on fire inside and melt all your materials."

Taking advantage of Lian Chuan's retreat, Yin Zhu stepped forward again. The girl's figure was like a ghost, and she quickly formed a hand seal.

Before Lian Chuan could even stand up straight, a green whip flew towards him.

The emerald vines twisted into a whip, with tender green leaves and sharp thorns growing on them. Golden light swirled around them.

Lian Chuan dodged the attack and looked at Yin Zhu with seriousness.

The young man held the immortal sword behind him horizontally in front of him, and everyone heard the long sword emit a heavy hum.

A flash of snow-white light appeared on the longsword, which was stained with a black grime.

Xue Lan, standing above the stands, narrowed her eyes and deliberately lowered her voice: "This is the third level of the Frozen Ice Sword Technique."

The third level of the Frozen Ice Sword Technique, which is also the final level of this technique, is called Ten Thousand Snows and a Thousand Mountains. It is extremely difficult to cultivate, and the version in the library is a simplified version by Xue Lan.

Even if Lian Chuan is the Silver Moon Wolf, it's impossible... impossible my ass.

Xue Lan was unaware of the rules governing the world outside the Yuanming Realm. However, within the Yuanming Realm, mutated spiritual roots such as wind, ice, and lightning could not coexist with other spiritual roots.

Others might not know that Lian Chuan originally had a fire elemental root, but how could the headmaster not know?

This attack, "Ten Thousand Snow Mountains," is likely to draw out Lian Chuan's Ice Spirit Root. Xue Lan has no way to explain it!

It was bound to happen sooner or later...

Xue Lan's head is starting to hurt.

Lian Chuan swept his sword towards Yin Zhu in front of him, the tip of the sword bringing with it a circle of snow-white cold air, like a white ribbon.

Yin Zhu froze on the spot. The pitch-black scorpion that had stood in front of its master was suddenly thrown off the stage by the cold air.

The situation was starting to get out of control.

Dao Xuanzi, seated at the head of the table, placed his teacup on the table and softly called out, "Xue Lan!"

Xue Lan and he were of one mind, and the girl immediately used her Void Stepping Technique to fly towards the arena.

Lian Chuan saw a dark figure suddenly appear between him and Yin Zhu.

Then came the girl's cold, soft, and pleasant voice: "Burn!"

A burst of intense heat abruptly cut off the remaining power of his "Ten Thousand Snow Mountains" attack.

The weather was still warm after a brief chill, and a fiery red halo exploded in the center of the arena.

The sky above the arena, which had been clouded by the snow-covered mountains of Lianchuan, threatening snowfall, was now gradually clearing up.

Master Hengyang, sitting next to Dao Xuanzi, looked at Xue Lan with amazement in his eyes: "As expected of a strange fire."

The surrounding people were constantly talking about it, mostly praising Xue Lan.

Only Dao Xuanzi, sitting in the main seat, remained expressionless, looking at Xue Lan on the arena with a hint of anger in his eyes.

Xue Tong saw his expression and sent a telepathic message to Xue Lan.

[Your master looks like he's about to bite someone, come over and give him a couple of bites!]