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

Yan Chengxue dragged and pulled Xue Lan to the registration site and forced her to the end of the line.

"By the way, why aren't you wearing your usual black clothes today? If you were, Junjun's puppet might have been able to fool you."

Upon hearing this, Xue Lan straightened her chest, raised her head, and lifted her arms, revealing her body made of a white and soft fabric.

"Senior Sister Min made it, isn't it beautiful?"

His eyes gleamed with an undisguised smugness.

Before Yan Chengxue could speak, he saw the smiling girl in front of him change her expression, suppress her smile, and look behind him.

A young man leaned against a pillar not far away, dressed in a dark gray coarse linen robe. One sleeve was empty. He carried a stick-like object wrapped in strips of cloth on his back; it was unclear whether it was a sword or a knife.

The young man's gaze was sharp as a hawk's, carrying undisguised hostility like the glint of a blade.

The stab just now made Xue Lan's head hurt.

"That is?" the girl asked Yan Chengxue. Yan Chengxue lowered her voice and replied, "That is Lin Su from the Artifact Path, one of the candidates to enter the Myriad Crafts Workshop Secret Realm this time."

"Does he dislike me?" Xue Lan straightened her wide robe sleeves, her eyes filled with innocence and confusion.

Yan Chengxue didn't say anything, and left after Xue Lan finished registering.

Once outside the registration courtyard, Yan Chengxue began to speak: "You should also know that the Wan Gong Key for entering the Wan Gong Workshop Secret Realm can only carry three people."

Xue Lan nodded.

“In the past, the War Puppet Palace’s three channels shared the spots equally. This time, the Array Channel gave up its spot, and the Weapon Channel originally thought it was for them.”

Xue Lan understood.

"It's like you originally had three children in your family, and you usually shared the three chicken legs equally when you ate. Then one day, the eldest brother suddenly stopped eating the chicken legs, and you were full of expectations that you could eat two by yourself, or share some of the chicken legs with your youngest brother."

"The neighbor's kid, Xiaohu, came in and took the chicken leg."

"The chicken only has two drumsticks!" The system inserted a sentence in my mind.

"For example, for example."

"This is your fault." Xue Lan and Yan Chengxue walked side by side in the War Puppet Mansion, during which they were looked up and down by female disciples who admired Senior Brother Yan.

"If you hadn't been hiding away in weapon crafting all these years, and hadn't been so unknown among the younger generation of cultivators, he wouldn't have dared to glare at you so fiercely. How am I the one in the wrong?" Yan Chengxue retorted somewhat unhappily.

"Given your current situation, it's impossible for you not to be hated in the War Puppet Mansion!"

Xue Lan didn't take it seriously: "Don't try to scare me with your words. I got this spot in the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop. I don't believe there wasn't a deal between the two sects. If it was a deal, he has no reason to glare at me."

Yan Chengxue was immediately speechless.

I really shouldn't argue with Xue Lan.

"You truly are the number one anti-moral kidnapper in the cultivation world." The system silently spoke.

"He gave me attitude here simply because he thinks I took advantage of the War Puppet Mansion for nothing." Xue Lan continued walking forward. "It's because his master didn't explain things clearly to him. You are the senior disciple of the War Puppet Mansion's Weaponry Master, so I'm saying that you're in the wrong!"

Yan Chengxue remained silent throughout the journey, and left after leading Xue Lan to the arranged house.

According to the disciples of the War Puppet Mansion, Senior Brother Yan, who specializes in array formations, went to Senior Brother Lin's courtyard that night to have a heart-to-heart talk with him. The lights stayed on all night, and he beat Lin until he was screaming in the other courtyard!

When Xue Lan, the instigator, heard Ji Jinjin talk about this, she just smiled faintly.

Hilarious! You think you can just glare at someone like that? Today they dare to bully a Golden Core cultivator, tomorrow they'll dare to look down on a Nascent Soul cultivator. Although arrogance isn't necessarily a bad thing for young people.

But we still have to fight.

In the following days, Xue Lan never saw Yan Chengxue again, let alone Lin Su. Cultivators participating in the weapon-refining assessment gradually arrived in Xie Cui City from various parts of the Yuanming Lower Realm.

In an instant, the entire city of Xie Cui was like a pot of boiling water, bustling with activity.

That day, a spirit ship from Jidu stopped outside Xie Cui City. A woman of unparalleled beauty stepped off, dressed in a fiery red robe. The woman glanced around at Xie Cui City before turning to urge the person behind her, "Chu Yutian, Xie Cui City has arrived."

"Sister Lingzhi, don't be anxious. We're just here to watch the fun." A young man in an indigo robe stepped out of the boat, holding a feather fan in his hand. He was refined and elegant, like a gentleman. However, his phoenix eyes, which held a smile, had upturned corners, giving him an inexplicable air of wickedness.

If Xue Lan were here, she would definitely recognize that this indigo-clad youth was the Thunder Roc who appeared at the Xuanhuang Sect's leadership transition ceremony a year ago.

Zhu Lingzhi's beautiful eyes sparkled, and her whole body radiated an irresistible warmth, making Xie Cuicheng, who was only in early spring, feel warm.

"All the human disciples who are going to participate in the Wan Gong Workshop trial are gathered here. If you want to beat them, you shouldn't be thinking of just watching the show."

The boy named Chu Yutian nodded repeatedly: "Sister Lingzhi is right."

So the two of them headed into the city together.

Xue Lan spent two days preparing in the weapon-refining room arranged by Wu Yijun. When she came out, she saw that the whole city was full of blooming peach blossoms, and pink mist enveloped most of Xie Cui City, like a dream. Yan Chengxue, whom she hadn't seen for several days, was sitting at the stone table in the center of the courtyard, with a pink canopy above her head, playing chess with Yin Shishi.

Wu Yijun stood to the side watching the battle, with Yan Chengxue's little doll sitting on his shoulder. The little doll looked bewildered and was picking at a peach blossom hanging from a branch.

But without its master's control, the peach branch slipped through his fingers time and time again, and a shower of petals fell, drenching Wu Yijun's head.

The girl lifted the little doll off her shoulder and held it in her arms to keep it still.

Xue Lanlan looked at the scene in front of her and felt a sense of familiarity.

"Is the climate in Xie Cui City this year prematurely ripened by the popularity of the whole city?" Xue Lan walked up to the crowd and asked.

Ji Jinjin had just finished practicing shooting outside, her nose still glistening with sweat. She had just come in when she heard Xue Lan's question, so she casually replied, "Senior Sister is in seclusion and doesn't know. The day before yesterday, Ji Du sent someone over. It was that little princess of the Phoenix Clan who carries the Vermilion Bird bloodline. With her arrival, Xie Cui City, which was already hotter than other places, became like adding fuel to a raging fire."

Xue Lan looked at Yan Chengxue, who was still playing chess, as if she had become interested: "Did Zhu Lingzhi bring anyone else with him?"

Yan Chengxue didn't rush to answer her question. Instead, she slowly placed a chess piece in her hand before speaking, "I brought a boy I don't recognize, named Chu Yutian."

"Chu Yutian? Yutian..."

Yu Tian is associated with thunder. Xue Lan guessed in her heart that this boy named Chu Yu Tian might be the thunder roc she had seen before.

"Are you aware of the candidates selected for the Wan Gong Fang workshop in Jidu this time?"

"You really think we're your scouts!" Yin Shishi held a white chess piece in her hand. Although she didn't speak in a gentle tone, her cool voice made Xue Lan feel very comfortable.

Xue Lan: I do have a bit of a masochistic streak.

Yan Chengxue continued, "Zhu Lingzhi is definitely going. Over the years, the Feather Clan has never missed a good opportunity to send this princess away. She is also the most promising member of the Feather Clan in the lower realm to ascend to the upper realm before the age of a thousand. Secondly, there is Chu Yutian, who is by her side. The character Chu is the surname of the Peacock Clan. I wonder what great thing the Peacock Clan did this time to gain the favor of the Feather Lord and be able to get a spot in the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop."

"The last spot is difficult to find out at the moment."

Xue Lan stood to one side with her arms crossed, head bowed in thought.

The Feathered Clan alone sent a Vermilion Bird, one in a million, and a Thunder Roc with pure blood. It seems that most people aren't after the inheritance for this Craftsmanship Workshop trial.

Instead, he wanted to use his absolute strength and talent to claim the divine weapon within as his own and use it for his own purposes.

"You guessed it too, right?" Yan Chengxue placed her last piece, narrowly losing to Yin Shishi.

"Is the War Puppet Mansion also planning to abandon its inheritance this time?" Xue Lan asked.

“The Wan Gong Fang has a limited opening time. Obsessing over inheritance will not solve the problem. It would be better to acquire more divine weapons and magical artifacts to improve the strength of both the human and demon races.” Yan Chengxue’s voice was very low.

Neither the demons nor the precarious Wan Gong Fang secret realm would allow them to try again.

Xue Lan suddenly felt as if a mountain had fallen on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

"The War Puppet Mansion and the Longsword Sect have already made up their minds to this."

Xue Lan remained silent.

Under the relentless pressure of war, the only option left was to give up.