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

A journey of over a hundred li is but a moment's travel for cultivators. The villagers chattered on and on, and Xue Lan and Zhu He arrived in no time.

The people below saw two more people descend from the sky. The first one they saw was Xue Lan. The girl was not tall, and her large eyes were full of laughter. Many men in the crowd were immediately attracted. However, when they saw the tall and burly Zhu He behind Xue Lan, the insults they were about to utter did not come out.

"Senior Sister." When Cui Wu saw Xue Lan coming over, the coldness on his face faded, but his complexion was still not good.

"Hello, Xiao Wu!" Xue Lan greeted him with a sweet smile, then turned to look at the villagers before her and asked the system in her mind:

"Xiaotong, which one is the male lead, Lu Feng?"

Are you blind? You mean the one being held down by Cui Wu on the ground?

Xue Lan: I didn't notice.

Xue Lan turned her gaze to the boy on the ground. Lu Feng, who had been struggling slightly, froze upon seeing Xue Lan's smiling face, afraid to move.

Although this fairy was smiling, she was more frightening to him than Cui Wu, who had been cold-faced before.

Lu Feng dared not speak, but Old Mo inside the jade pendant began to speak.

"She only has the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. Find a way to lure her to Yuan Liu, and I will take over her body. This calamity will then be over."

"How can I fool her? She seems easy to fool." Lu Feng was somewhat reluctant; his intuition told him that this girl was more dangerous than the previous two.

"The soul of a Foundation Establishment cultivator is weak, even if she is at the Great Perfection stage. You dare to attempt to cultivate immortality with the bones of a mortal? The only way now is to obtain that ghost spirit. This girl has a high status. If I possess her, I can guarantee that the ghost spirit will not be discovered. Hurry, think of a way quickly."

Old Mo's voice grew louder and louder, sounding somewhat excited.

Thinking of his ideals, Lu Feng gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay!"

Xue Lan observed Lu Feng's expression, watching as a wisp of faint black smoke entered Lu Feng's Shencang acupoint like a silk thread.

The mind and spirit are disturbed, and the soul is restless.

In addition, there was a spiritual aura in his chest that did not belong to Lu Feng.

"I guess he wasn't thinking for himself."

[It doesn't look like it to me either.] The data chain in front of the system is like a flowing ocean.

"Let's see what he's up to."

"General, Xue Lan has a request." Xue Lan looked at Commander Li, who was standing next to Cui Wu.

"Fairy, please speak."

The girl's voice sounded gentle and soothing, but what she said shocked the villagers present.

"The villagers of Lujia Village have colluded with the demon race and are harming their own kind. We request that the general seal off the village."

"You are so slanderous!"

"You waaaaah..."

The villagers, who had been intimidated, were about to hurl insults at Xue Lan again, but with a wave of her sleeve, they covered their necks and were rendered speechless.

Cui Wu's mood was originally somewhat heavy, but he couldn't help but laugh when he saw Xue Lan's silencing tactic.

"What are you laughing at?" Xue Lan turned to look at her.

"I didn't..." Cui Wu blinked as he looked at Xue Lan. He looked rather pitiful.

The soldiers immediately surrounded the villagers. Lu Feng couldn't speak, and it seemed there was no chance to trick Xue Lan into going to the Willow Tree. The young man steeled himself, squeezed between the two soldiers, and staggered towards Xue Lan.

Xue Lan said to the system, "This isn't aimed at me..."

Just as Lu Feng's fingertips were about to touch Xue Lan's clothes, a dark figure flashed out from behind Xue Lan.

"Back off!" Cui Wu stood in front of Xue Lan, his long sword pressed against the boy's neck.

Are you a wicked monster who brings ruin to the country? The male and female leads haven't even had a chance to meet before they're already facing off with swords.

Xue Lan did not reply, and before Cui Wu could cut off Lu Feng's head, she stepped forward and lifted his silencing.

"Go ahead."

Lu Feng almost thought he was about to be beheaded by the immortal before him. Only after Cui Wu sheathed his sword did Lu Feng dare to speak.

“Immortal, all the women in Lu Family Village are imprisoned under the Resentful Willow on the back mountain.”

Xue Lan nodded slightly: "No wonder the yin energy here is so strong that even the weather is affected."

The old man who had been leading the group was so angry that he wanted to come up and hit Lu Feng, but he was stopped by the soldiers.

"Xiao Wu, Ahe, let's go take a look."

"Let her go alone," Old Mo transmitted to Lu Feng, his voice somewhat shrill.

Xue Lan paused for a moment, then flashed a bright smile.

"How about we do it this way?" Xue Lan smiled and turned to Zhu He: "You two stay here and seal off the village."

Just as the two were about to object, they received a telepathic message from Xue Lan: "This child has something interesting on him and wants me to go alone. You two follow me later."

Then Xue Lan stepped forward and helped Lu Feng up: "I'll go with you."

Lu Feng nodded vigorously. He stood up and led the way for Xue Lan.

"Wait a minute." Xue Lan patted Lu Feng on the shoulder from behind.

Lu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head stiffly: "Fairy?"

"I'll fly you there."

So Xue Lan carried Lu Feng onto the cloud, and by the time they reached the back mountain, Lu Feng had already vomited several times.

Xue Lan tossed Lu Feng to the ground. The back mountain of Lu Family Village wasn't very high, but the scenery was beautiful. A moss-covered path led to the summit. Through the lush vegetation, a huge ancient tree could be seen atop the mountain.

"Fairy, that is the Willow Tree of Resentment. Please come with me up the mountain." Lu Feng scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off. He pointed to the ancient tree at the summit.

Xue Lan looked again in the direction he was pointing. The enormous ancient tree on the mountaintop resembled a verdant canopy. The area beneath the tree was exceptionally eerie, filled with yin energy and resentment.

"Fairy, let's go up." Lu Feng reminded him again, because Old Mo couldn't hold back any longer.

The moment Xue Lan stepped onto the path, she felt the sky around her darken eerily. She didn't use her spiritual power to dispel the ghostly energy that was clinging to her, letting it entangle her body.

When Xue Lan reached the halfway point of the mountain, she suddenly felt a chill behind her. She turned around and looked back. The sun, which had been high in the sky, was now hanging on the mountain peak.

The world was a strange crimson red. The path the two had taken was gone, and in front of Xue Lan were towering mountains, shrouded in mist and clouds.

It feels like we can never get out of here.

Light footsteps sounded behind her, disappearing as they approached. Then Xue Lan heard a clear, cheerful voice calling, "Sister, it's getting dark, why aren't you home?"

Xue Lan turned around and saw that Lu Feng was gone too. Standing in front of her was a little girl with her hair in two buns, adorned with two small yellow flowers. Her eyes were like bright, sparkling grapes.

"I..." Before Xue Lan could finish her sentence, the little girl in front of her rushed over, grabbed Xue Lan's wrist, and started walking down the mountain.

"Let me take you down the mountain, sister, to Sister Liu's house, okay?" The little girl skipped and hopped ahead, leading the way.

"Sister Liu is so beautiful."

Xue Lan stumbled slightly as she was led by her, and suddenly stepped into the misty mountains. The mountain path meandered like a small snake walking among the mountains.

Xue Lan was pulled by the little girl to stand at the foot of the mountain. The road in front of them became more rugged, the mountain became more towering, and the fog became thicker.

"This is Xiaoshuang's third time hiking in the mountains. Sister, stay close to me."

The little girl in front of Xue Lan turned and smiled sweetly, as if she had made some important decision. She then began to sing a melodious song:

"The scenery is breathtaking, with mountains rising one after another, and the sunset glow over the city, where the water flows gently..."

As Xiao Shuang stepped onto the mountain path in front of her, the ground began to turn muddy.

Xue Lan heard her voice, trembling with tears: "Sister, don't get your dress dirty..."

Xue Lan followed Xiao Shuang, her steps uneven as she walked along the muddy path. At first, it was a muddy path, but behind the first hill, it turned into a foul-smelling swamp. Various poisonous snakes and insects roamed the surrounding trees.

Standing by the swamp was a kind and sturdy woman, her head wrapped in a floral cloth. Three little girls stood at her feet. The oldest was seven or eight, the youngest no more than three or four. They were all thin and pale.

"Miss." The woman took a step to the side, and Xue Lan saw a dilapidated little boat behind her.

It's so small, it can only hold one person.

"Get on the boat, I'll push you across."

Xue Lan clutched her chest, feeling somewhat unwell.

"And... what about you?"

Xiao Shuang watched Xue Lan from behind, slowly backing away and gradually becoming transparent.

Xue Lan didn't want to keep up the act anymore.

The girl softly uttered a single word: "Broken."

A single, light, floating word, "broken," gently tapped against the unseen barrier. The barrier shattered instantly.

Xue Lan's dress fluttered, and with a few light taps of her toes, she landed on Xiao Shuang's side like a butterfly in a moment, raising her hand to grab her wrist.

The little girl's translucent body solidified. Xue Lan looked at the two small yellow flowers pinned in her hair.

Unbeknownst to them, the two little yellow flowers had long since turned into fluffy white balls, which were scattered by the wind stirred up by Xue Lan. The seeds on them rode the wind and crossed the gradually crumbling mountain in front of them...

The surrounding scenery began to change, and Xue Lan caught a glimpse of Zhu He and Cui Wu struggling against the willow branches. The little Shuang before her was no longer the vibrant girl she once was; her face was deathly pale, and there were bruises on her lips. Her clothes were tattered, and the small yellow flower in her hair had withered before it could bloom.

"You haven't grown up, have you?" the system asked softly.

“Yes, they haven’t grown up.” Xue Lan replied.

Xue Lan reached out to touch the child's face: "Xiao Shuang, how long have you been gone?"