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

After Xue Lan finished speaking, the old man opposite him was silent for a while, and then he laughed loudly.

The noise startled the people in the next cell, who responded with a muffled, indistinct string of curses.

"From man to immortal, from man to god!" The old man said this somewhat maniacally, and then looked at Xue Lan with a very strange gaze.

Xue Lan was not afraid at all. The girl stood up straight and looked at the old man opposite her with a firm gaze.

[Host, I've checked. This old guy is from the Upper Realm. The story mentions that when the Xuanhuang Sect was wiped out, this old man flew out of the Cliff of Contemplation in a golden light; he was actually a cultivator in the early stages of the Integration Realm!]

Xue Lan thought to herself, "Just as I expected." She silently asked, "And then?"

[Host, there's something I haven't told you yet. The author of this book, who's such a brainless idiot, got driven away by readers for padding the word count after finishing the story of Yuan Ming's massacre of the lower realm!]

[Only two thousand chapters have been written]

Xue Lan felt a little short of breath, but she couldn't show it on her face. So, while confronting the old man, she asked the system, "What content did he post? Are there any clues in it?"

The system cleared its throat:

[The Holy Maiden of Yaochi, a beauty of unparalleled grace, Chapter Fifty.]

[The Demon Princess, alluring and captivating, Chapter Seventy.]

[The Sword Immortal of the Spirit Bridge, aloof and ethereal, 100 chapters.]

"Enough!" Xue Lan stopped the system, feeling that she wouldn't get anything out of it no matter how much she asked.

So the girl regained her composure and continued to look at the old man in front of her.

This old man was a cultivator who sought personal gain at the expense of others; in the current Yuanming Lower Realm, he was indeed a heretic and wicked figure. Ordinary cultivators might lose their lives at any moment in his presence.

My previous fabrications were no longer convincing enough at this point.

So Xue Lan decided to strike first. The young woman bowed to the old man opposite her: "I presume you already know my identity, senior?"

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, and sneered as he spoke: "I thought Ling Yuanzi would take on a disciple who was as compassionate as he was, and who took the well-being of all people as his own responsibility."

"Then in your opinion, senior, were my previous words insufficient to take the well-being of all people as my responsibility?" Xue Lan asked with a forced smile, trying to appear calm.

"Of course!" The old man was no longer as irritable as before. He sat on the ground and began to tear apart the remaining half of the beggar's chicken.

Xue Lan sat down opposite him again, her eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

After the old man finished eating the remaining half of the beggar's chicken, Xue Lan spoke again, her tone extremely respectful: "This junior would like to hear the details."

The old man wiped his oily hands on his body.

“That brat Ling Yuanzi wishes he could take on all the suffering of the world and fight against all the demons in the world with his own strength.”

The girl's voice rang out, and Qi Zhou said with a mischievous smile, "Then how does senior know that junior is different from master?"

"Because you are not the kind of person who would sacrifice for the sake of the world. In the discussion just now, you did not mention your own responsibilities, but only talked about ordinary people."

The old man's cloudy eyes gave Xue Lan an extremely sharp feeling at that moment.

Like the eye of an eagle.

"You say there is no difference between immortals and mortals, and that gods in the human world originated from mortals. You defend mortals, but you don't think it's your responsibility to protect them."

The old man chuckled hoarsely: "Let me guess again. In your eyes, those you want to protect, you protect; those you want to kill, you kill!"

"Everything in this world is in your eyes, yet nothing can truly enter your heart!"

"Your heart is as hard as stone, cold-blooded and ruthless. You are more suitable than Ling Yuanzi!"

Xue Lan keenly grasped the key point in the old man's words.

The girl smiled faintly and asked, "Am I better than my master?"

The old man paced back and forth in his cell.

"Demons arose in the south, and all living beings perished, for ten thousand years. The demon race was chaotic, and the human race was indulging in promiscuity!"

"But they don't consider that this great battle cannot be ended by the sacrifice of one person. It requires someone..."

The old man pondered for a while before speaking: "We need someone who is in the midst of the situation, yet detached from it."

"This man has the world in his heart, but he is willing to make sacrifices."

"They value loyalty and friendship, but can also use those around them as pawns!"

"Knowing one's destiny, knowing the future, knowing the past, once a move is made, there is no going back; acting arbitrarily and domineeringly, until the heavens collapse..."

After the old man finished speaking, his body turned into a wisp of light gray smoke and disappeared from the spot, leaving only the lingering echo in the air.

"Until the heavens collapse!" Xue Lan repeated, closing her eyes to sense the changes in her sea of ​​consciousness.

It wasn't just my imagination! Xue Lan looked at the wooden door in front of her.

The wooden door was originally covered with golden restrictions, but now a piece of the golden restrictions has disappeared, revealing red patterns underneath.

The system, standing beside her, said: [Are you using this set of matryoshka dolls?]

Xue Lan remained silent for a long time, then raised her hand to touch the runes on the door. The red runes lit up as if they were breathing. Fragments of memories began to surface in her mind.

Before them lay a pitch-black ghost realm, with tens of thousands of ghostly spirits floating in the sky, turning the originally gray sky into a deep black.

A ghostly spirit flew towards her, trying to absorb some of her yang energy.

But the poor ghost was pulverized before it could even get close.

A clear female voice came from behind her, and Xue Lan inexplicably felt that it sounded like the trembling sword sound from before.

"Xue Lan, you insist on doing this, Xue Lan!"

"Your demonic body has been damaged; you won't be able to return!"

She did not reply. In the last part of her memory, Xue Lan saw a thousand ghost lamps in front of her, stretching straight ahead to a huge black city.

It says:

"Wanxu County."

Xue Lan pulled herself out of her memories; the red runes on the door had stopped flashing.

The girl looked at the system on the side and spoke.

"Now I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

The system, sounding utterly dejected, said: "Then let's have a little of everything!"

"Good news, I've regained some of my memories from my past life."

"Bad news..."

Xue Lan looked at the red line that had appeared on her wrist and said calmly, "I've developed a demonic inner demon."

The system emitted a strange cry.

"Why are you suddenly plagued by inner demons? You're too sensitive. If you weren't feeling well, you should have said so earlier. I could have silenced that old man completely."

Xue Lan looked at the system jumping around in front of her and raised her hand to press down on the top of her head.

“This is normal.”

"In my previous life, I was a powerful demon at the fifteenth level, a demon lord who ruled over a region. It would be unreasonable if I didn't have some inner demons."

She said that, but in reality, Xue Lan was just lying to the system. She was thinking about her discussion with the old man earlier that day.

The path of cultivators is fraught with peril; their concentration can be easily disrupted by others at any moment. That's why Xue Lan was extremely cautious before, yet things have still come to this.

Xue Lan recalled the previous discussions word by word, trying to find the thing that triggered her inner demons.

Is it the judgment that refuses to sacrifice for the people, or a cold-blooded and ruthless critique?

Or perhaps, or perhaps...

Xue Lan's pupils contracted sharply, then her eyes curved into crescents, and she felt a sudden sense of relief.

"Using those around me as pawns to save the world," the girl murmured. Then she smiled sweetly, "Why should I do such a thing?"

Because she firmly believed that she didn't have to do this, she actually triggered the inner demons from her previous life...

That's perfectly reasonable! That's perfectly reasonable!

The system looked up at Xue Lan and saw the same cold arrogance of the white-haired wolf king from that day on the girl's face, which made it feel a chill in its heart.

Xue Lan lowered her hand, her long sleeves concealing the red thread on her wrist.

Inside the cell, a girl dressed in black turned to look at the Cliff of Repentance outside the iron gate.

"I am by nature not kind, and I fear I have failed the teachings of that senior!"

"Xiao Tong?" Xue Lan called out to the system.

Yes, yes, yes!

"Please help me find my master. There are some things I, as his disciple, need to clarify."

【for example? 】

"For example, his very essence has been destroyed, or what he is doing now."

Xue Lan's gaze was too terrifying, and the system scrambled off to find information.

After the system went silent, Xue Lan stood by the door and released a signal talisman into the sky, which bloomed into a complex and beautiful circular pattern.

A disciple walked over to the door shortly after.

The junior disciple said with a hint of helplessness, "Senior Sister Xue, please don't make things difficult for me. I won't let you go."

Xue Lan cleared her throat, turned slightly to the side in a welcoming gesture, and pointed to the room behind the iron gate.

"Please inform our senior master, junior brother, that Xue Lan accidentally let his colleague escape!"

Disciple: I want to die!