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

After spending some time with his senior brothers and sisters, Lian Chuan realized just how badly Ling Yuanzi had tricked him.

The aloof senior sister is actually a gossipy person who likes to frequent dark corners and enjoys appearing at night dressed in all black. Then she takes him for a stroll among the various peaks.

The second senior brother, Junzi Ruyu, was born with a sword-wielding talent, but his spiritual root was flawed and he could not control his spiritual energy. Every day, he would wield his greatsword to cut bamboo in the back mountain, slicing down a large number of bamboo with a single strike.

The calm and composed third senior sister possesses a lightning-type Heavenly Spiritual Root. She can blast Lian Chuan's hair into a full head of curly hair at the slightest provocation.

Xue Lan looked at Lian Chuan across from her, who was holding the "Hundred Refinement Manual" and had a furrowed brow.

"System, this child isn't very bright!"

You guys are the ones who are sick!

Xue Lan shook her head; she felt she wasn't sick.

When the Xuanhuang Sect was first established, it was formed by merging five smaller sects, which are now known as the Five Peaks of Xuanhuang. This was likely done to prevent internal problems within the sect, with fairness being the primary principle.

Everything is fair, from the rotation of sect leaders to the disciples' clothing, and even what the spirit beasts on each mountain eat.

The current leader of the Xuanhuang Sect, Dao Xuanzi, is a qualified master of balance.

Dao Xuanzi is the fourth among his peers and has been the sect leader for four hundred years. According to the rules of the Xuanhuang Sect, it is time for a change of leadership.

Xue Lan smiled and looked at Lian Chuan in front of her: "Little Si, don't be unhappy. The change of sect leader will take place in ten days. When Master becomes the sect leader of Xuanhuang Sect, I will be the senior sister of Xuanhuang Sect."

Lian Chuan looked at her with a bitter expression: "What good will it do me?"

"Can I stop memorizing this book?"

Xue Lan shook her head.

Lian Chuan turned his back to her, holding the book, and ignored her.

"With the leadership transition ceremony just around the corner, you should worry about yourself. Our sect hasn't had a disciple at the Pseudo-Core Formation level in thousands of years. Next time you're chased all over the mountain by Senior Brother Xu from Xuanling Peak with his sword, don't expect me to come to your rescue."

A clear, cold voice rang out, and Xue Lan saw Ji Jinjin, who had returned from her cultivation. The young woman was beautiful, with upturned eyes that revealed a touch of enchanting red. She stood straight and wore a green robe.

She resembles a green bamboo under the moon, or the long spear in her hand.

Xue Lan rocked gently in the rocking chair for a moment, then casually remarked to Ji Jinjin, "Who knows? Everything in this world is ever-changing. Maybe Master won't become the sect leader."

Ji Jinjin thought to herself that if this person weren't her senior sister, she would definitely go up and tear their mouth off. That way, they wouldn't keep spouting such nonsense every day.

Two days later, Xue Lan looked at the talisman message from Ling Yuanzi in her hand and wanted to tear her mouth apart.

"What did Master say?" Zhu He asked anxiously from the side.

Xue Lan sighed, made a hand seal to unfold the talisman, and Ling Yuanzi's voice came from the talisman.

"My dear disciple, during my travels, I have stumbled upon a blessed land and intend to cultivate here for a hundred years. I entrust all my junior brothers and sisters to you, hoping that you will all aspire to the Great Dao..."

Xue Lan crushed the talisman in her hand; she didn't want to hear anything more.

Zhu He listened to the word "Dao" which was turning in a winding path because it had temporarily lost its carrier, looked at Xue Lan and then at Ji Jinjin.

"Master, he's escaped!"

Xue Lan pressed her temples. The system in her mind screamed like a spirit-hunting rat kept by the Spirit Summoning Sect.

[Ughhhhh, that old geezer is inhuman! What's going to happen to the plot now that he's gone?! Why can't we contact headquarters, you bastards?!]

Extremely sharp.

"This isn't the time to think about that. I'm thinking about what to do with Master Tong!" Xue Lan covered her eyes, placing her other hand on Lian Chuan's head. Her tone was solemn, as if she were giving her final instructions.

"From now on, you should cultivate diligently on Jiyuan Peak. Your senior sister will leave the cave dwelling on the back mountain to you. If you want to learn weapon crafting, go and take a look at the back mountain."

"I'll never force you to memorize things again!"

Lian Chuan was frightened by what he said and grabbed Ji Jinjin's clothes to hide behind others.

The system in his mind was still screaming: "Aaaaaah, who's going to pass on their magic to them? Who's going to find them treasures?!"

Xue Lan: Me!

The system immediately stopped howling: [Sister, are you serious?]

Xue Lan: Wait until I return from Master Uncle's place unharmed.

[A sister's bond is stronger than anything; on behalf of all my seniors on the production line, I thank you.]

On her way to see the sect leader, Dao Xuanzi, Xue Lan was still wearing that jet-black brocade dress. The dress made her face appear even paler. Lian Chuan watched as his senior sister stood in front of the mirror for a while, then turned away, her brows furrowed and her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears.

What a pitiful sight!

But it's fake.

Song Jin had been cultivating at Xuanling Peak for two years, and this was his first time standing guard at the mountain gate. From afar, he saw a female cultivator in black ascending the steps. The woman was slender, and when she reached the Xuanling Peak gate, she gave a slight bow to the disciple on duty.

"May I ask who this junior sister is...?"

Just as Song Jin was about to step forward to speak, he was pushed aside by his fellow senior brother who was on duty with him.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Senior Sister Xue. Has Senior Sister come to see the Sect Leader this time?"

Xue Lan smiled, her figure as delicate as a willow swaying in the breeze. Strands of hair at her temples swayed gently in the early autumn wind. Her voice was clear and gentle, like a summer night breeze: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Junior Brother, to do me this favor."

The senior brother quickly walked to the side, and Song Jin watched as the girl slowly walked up the mountain path and disappeared under the crabapple tree in front of the sect leader's cave.

"Thank you so much, Senior Brother." Song Jin quickly bowed to the person beside him, but he still had some questions in his mind: "Which senior sister from the sect went in just now? I don't seem to remember her at all."

"How could you possibly know her? I've only seen her three times in the five years I've been a disciple. That senior sister is none other than Senior Sister Xue from Jiyuan Peak. Have you seen that big gap in the back mountain of Qingyu Peak? She cleaved it when she was testing her sword."

Song Jin gasped in shock: "She also blew up that huge crater below Zhihe Cliff?"

The senior brother nodded slightly, then looked at Song Jin with a mysterious smile: "Just wait, the sect is about to be in turmoil again."

Dao Xuanzi never really liked seeing Xue Lan. Why? Because Xue Lan, dressed in that pitch-black outfit, never brought good news.

However, this time he decided to give Xue Lan a friendly look, as he was about to step down as the head of the Xuanhuang Sect, ending his four-hundred-year-long period of impartiality. The headmaster's tone was gentle and soothing: "But what problem has arisen in your cultivation?"

Dao Xuanzi thought that even if Xue Lan told him now that she had blown up a huge gap in the back mountain of Xuanling Peak while refining a weapon, he wouldn't be angry.

[Your senior uncle seems quite approachable; it appears he's nearing retirement, hence his kind demeanor.]

Xue Lan forced herself to step forward: "This disciple has not yet encountered a bottleneck in cultivation. Master is exhausted from teaching us cultivation. I have accidentally found a blessed land and wish to go into seclusion for a hundred years."

Dao Xuanzi slowly put down his teacup.

"What did he find?" Dao Xuanzi asked Xue Lan with a kind and gentle expression.

"A blessed land." Xue Lan swallowed hard.

Dao Xuanzi then asked with a smile, "What is he going to do?"

Xue Lan trembled: "A hundred years of quiet cultivation."

Xue Lan watched as the man who couldn't retire transformed in the short span of half an incense stick's time from a kind and dignified headmaster into a mad old man wielding a sword and exuding murderous intent. He became a dazzling sword light, heading straight for the edge of the Xuanhuang Cave.

The disciples of the sect all looked up to him.

"Who is that? The sect leader?"

"What's wrong? Have the demons invaded?"

"Such a strong murderous aura!"

Xue Lan emerged from Dao Xuanzi's cave and stood beneath the crabapple tree in full bloom. It was early autumn, and the tree had already begun to shed its blossoms. Xue Lan looked up at it.

"system."

【What are you doing? 】

"I want to run away now!"

The system emitted a sharp popping sound.

Xue Lan was just teasing it; aside from the fact that she found her days at the Xuanhuang Sect quite leisurely and interesting.

Moreover, she is now a soul from an ancient world that should have died a thousand years ago. If she goes out, she will inevitably run into some powerful old acquaintances and get crushed. Then she will have nothing left.