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

The deeper the hatred, the more ruthless the attack. Just moments after Cui Wu and Qi Yaoyao locked eyes, Qi Yaoyao reached back and retrieved the Zhuohua Bow from her back.

He drew the bowstring and released the arrow.

An arrow formed of spiritual energy grazed Cui Wu's shoulder and pierced the door behind the girl. The entire door shattered upon impact. The surrounding mortals scattered in panic.

Cui Wu straightened up and looked at Qi Yaoyao, who was not far away. The girl stood holding a bow.

What a beautiful sight! Even in her current state, Qi Yaoyao hadn't doubted the Blazing Flower Bow. Cui Wu couldn't help but admire his senior sister.

"Traitor to the sect, how dare you show your face here?" Qi Yaoyao shouted angrily, displaying a righteous and indignant demeanor. However, in Cui Wu's eyes, her acting was full of flaws, and she was not even on the same level as Xue Lan.

Recalling that moment of pause earlier, it was probably the person behind Qi Yaoyao.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the presence of Xuanji Zhenren and Tushan Yan, who were not far behind him, was no longer detectable.

“Junior Sister, why speak like that? I, Cui Wu, voluntarily left the sect. Firstly, I didn't abandon my fellow disciples on the front lines, and secondly, I didn't disregard sect rules and leave without permission.” The girl crossed her arms, looking at Qi Yaoyao with a leisurely air, her voice tinged with amusement: “I can withstand ten lashes of the Soul Refining Whip, but now it seems Junior Sister needs one too…”

Before he could finish speaking, another arrow shot out. This time, Cui Wu didn't dodge; instead, he drew his longsword and deflected the menacing arrow.

[Hahaha, Qi Yaoyao has broken down.]

At the Xuanhuang Sect, thousands of miles away, the system was broadcasting live to Xue Lan. Xue Lan didn't seem to react much, but the system itself was thoroughly enjoying the show.

Xue Lan was happy to talk to it, and put down the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map in her hand: "What is defense breaking?"

[He just couldn't hold it in anymore, that's right, someone hit a nerve, and he jumped up and down in a panic.]

Xue Lan nodded to indicate that she understood, and would put it into practice the next time she saw Xu Qizhou. Then, the girl looked at the system in her mind and spoke again: "When you first met me, you said you had no emotions?"

It's not that I'm devoid of feelings now.

"Of course, I am a system. I am a man-made thing, everything about me is predetermined, how could I have feelings?" the system immediately replied.

"Oh." Xue Lan looked at the faint soul aura emanating from the system and remained silent.

Such a faint soul, traversing the river of time. If it hadn't been nurtured within my sea of ​​consciousness, it would probably have long since vanished.

"That's not necessarily true." The girl's voice was gentle.

"The craftsman casts the vessel, giving it form; heaven and earth, time and years, help it develop its soul. There is no fixed rule for anything. Heaven has form, but all things are impermanent. I'm going to give you a name."

"How about taking my surname and being named Xue Tong?"

"You're raising me like a baby? This system is..." The system immediately jumped up in anger.

"Let's call her Xue Tong." Helplessly, Xue Lan didn't want to listen to the system's objections.

Finally, the little girl in the sea of ​​consciousness relented: "Get up, you living father."

Xue Lan smiled and continued to watch the situation on Cui Wu's side.

Qi Yaoyao now desperately wanted to kill Cui Wu.

Her master either had no way to remove the demonic poison from her, or she suffered the torment of the Soul Refining Whip.

Unfortunately, she neglected her cultivation, and the Soul Refining Whip could inflict unbearable pain, let alone ten strikes.

Besides, she didn't have the guts.

Hearing Cui Wu mention the Soul Refining Whip now, she felt an intense urge to skin him alive. However, her master had said she couldn't kill Cui Wu, only capture him alive. Qi Yaoyao could only grit her teeth and suppress her hatred.

Not far from the two, in the void, Xuanji Zhenren looked at Tushan Yan to the side: "It wasn't for nothing that you haunted my dreams every night. This little girl has impure thoughts and deep-rooted demonic tendencies."

Tu Shanyan's face had already turned cold.

"Born north of Mount Luoxia, he was protected by the Six Sects, Twelve Schools, and the Demon Clan. Yet, at a young age, he colluded with the Demon Clan."

"This matter is the fault of our human race. I suppose Mount Jiyue is not entirely a den of demons." Xuanji Zhenren said with his hands behind his back.

"The demon race is growing stronger every day, and a great war is imminent. This is a rather troublesome situation. We must act decisively, or the consequences will be endless."

Tu Shanyan suddenly smiled: "Then let's announce it to the world."

In a magnificent cave dwelling on the back of Jiyue Mountain, a serene woman sat cross-legged on a cold pool, when she suddenly opened her eyes. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with tears.

With a flick of her fingertips, the woman narrowed her eyes: "You've come to Jiyue Mountain?"

The female cultivator, dressed in white, was of incomparably noble bearing. She slowly rose from the icy pool and looked at a small figure to the side.

She was a little girl with her hair styled in a lily-shaped bun, and she was very pretty. But with her eyes closed, she looked like a puppet.

A wisp of pure energy emanated from the woman's fingertips and flew into the little girl's body. Moments later, the child opened her eyes and flew out of the cave.

The woman looked down at the icy pool at her feet: "Does your clan truly have a way to help me break through my cultivation level and travel to the Northern Region?"

The pool of water rippled and turned pitch black, from which came a hoarse voice: "If the Sword Immortal of Silk Ridge didn't believe me, he wouldn't have gone to this point."

The voice cackled eerily, "The Wolf Clan's chieftain has been in seclusion for a thousand years, and his time is drawing near. You will have everything you desire."

Thousands of miles away, Xue Lan suddenly sneezed.

The blackness of the pool receded, and the Silk Ridge Sword Immortal looked at her hands. Her once fair and delicate hands were now covered with wrinkles, resembling the hands of a seventy-year-old woman.

"Pure Ice Lotus," the woman murmured.

In Lianyue City, True Person Xuanji looked up at the northern sky and sensed an aura rapidly approaching. Finally, it disappeared behind the clouds.

"It really is her." Tu Shanyan still seemed somewhat incredulous. Then she turned to look at Xuanji Zhenren beside her: "We can begin."

Master Xuanji nodded. With a major battle imminent, it wouldn't be appropriate to go to the mountain gate and embarrass Jiyue Mountain. Now that person has sent an avatar, things are much easier.

So he immediately sent a telepathic message to Cui Wu: "This is not a good place to make a move, Cui Wu, lead her outside the city."

Cui Wu knew that the person his grandmaster and the others were waiting for had arrived. So he spoke sarcastically to Qi Yaoyao: "Junior sister, you've cultivated for many years but haven't broken through to the Golden Core stage. You're truly a piece of trash who only knows how to hurl insults at others. If you have the guts, why not fight me fair and square?"

Before Qi Yaoyao could speak, the disciples of Jiyue Mountain behind her couldn't help but say, "Cui Wu, don't push your luck. Yaoyao is only at the late Foundation Establishment stage. How could she possibly be a match for a mid-Golden Core stage cultivator?"

Cui Wu smiled broadly. Having lived with Xue Lan for a long time, she knew how to annoy people: "A genius who comes along only once in a century can't even kill me, a person of a higher level?"

The senior brother behind Qi Yaoyao was about to speak when Qi Yaoyao interrupted him, saying, "Then let's go to the back of Jiyue Mountain and have a match."

So the group went to the back of Jiyue Mountain. Above the clouds and fierce winds, the little girl with her hair in a lily-shaped bun looked down, her expression icy. She was completely unaware that a blood-red fox phantom was slowly climbing up her back.

Cui Wu stood on an open space, looking at Qi Yaoyao.

"Please, junior sister!"

Qi Yaoyao drew her bow again. Cui Wu twirled her longsword in her hand; she had already left Jiyue Mountain. She had spent nearly a year at the Xuanhuang Sect, and Xue Lan hadn't taught her any advanced sword techniques, only giving her a basic set of Xuanhuang Sect swordplay to practice. This sword flourish was already considered the most flashy move in it.

Xue Lan said at the time: "I originally didn't want you to become a sword cultivator, our mountain can't afford to support you. But a mountain isn't cool enough without two sword cultivators with flowing robes."

Cui Wu asked his second senior brother, "Isn't he also a sword cultivator?" Xue Lan replied, "Those who wield greatswords aren't cool."

The second senior brother overheard them, and that night, while the others were eating, the eldest senior sister could only eat a pancake on the side.

Qi Yaoyao's moves looked flashy, but they weren't actually very powerful. Cui Wu could easily handle them using basic sword techniques. He even had time to think about other things in between.

Seeing Qi Yaoyao being made a fool of by Cui Wu, the one above the clouds grew impatient, and with no one around, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

But when he raised his hand to cast a spell, he found that he could not activate his spiritual power.

In an instant, the Silken Sword Immortal, who had been meditating with her eyes closed in her cave, opened them. A strong sense of crisis made her immediately sever the connection between herself and her external avatar.

But it was too late. A giant red lotus flower appeared on the open space where Cui Wu and Qi Yaoyao were dueling. It radiated scorching heat, and a protective barrier isolated it from the outside world.

The Sword Immortal Siling was pulled into a blood-red space, appearing on a petal of the giant lotus. The surrounding scenery was still that of Mount Jiyue. However, the Sword Immortal Siling knew that this was no longer the original Mount Jiyue.

“Tu Shan Yan.” The Sword Immortal Si Ling looked around and immediately remembered the elder of the Fox Clan who was skilled in soul arts.

A red mist slowly spread out in front of them, and Tu Shanyan walked out with a smile, her eight fox tails already manifesting behind her: "It's kind of you that the Sword Immortal Siling still remembers me."

The Sword Immortal of Siling forced a smile: "What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoist Tushan?"

"It means I want to kill you."

Tu Shan Yan, through the connection between her avatar and her true body, pulled the soul of the Silky Sword Immortal into this world. The soul perished, and the spirit was destroyed. The Silky Sword Immortal's current situation is extremely difficult.

She was anxious inside, but her face remained calm. The immortal sword hung behind her, its sword intent chilling.

"Just you alone?"

Tu Shan Yan smiled and said, "Of the six sects and twelve factions, I dislike Ji Yue Mountain the most. Fellow Daoist Xuan Ji, make your move."

With a sharp shout from the woman, a curved blade appeared in her hand. The blade flashed like a crescent moon as it slashed towards the Sword Immortal Siling. The Sword Immortal's immortal sword flew out from behind her, blocking the attack.

The surrounding red mist vanished upon impact, revealing that the Silk Ridge Sword Immortal was now within a grand formation. Within this formation, countless mountains and rivers materialized, with a turquoise gourd resting diagonally atop a mountain peak at its center. The gourd's mouth faced downwards, from which gurgling spring water flowed.

Standing atop the gourd was a man in a blue robe, none other than Master Xuanji.

“Xuanji of Xuanhuang Sect invites Fellow Daoist Siling to embark on your journey.”