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

The inauguration ceremony lasted only three days.

Dao Xuanzi, with his silver tongue, successfully secured the right to host the next Ascension Ceremony. The Ascension Ceremony was far more complex than this one; the intricate procedures nearly caused Xue Lan to faint on the spot.

The system was still chattering away in her mind.

[That's your friend from the Spirit Summoning Sect, also a main character, and also...]

Xue Lan gently raised her hand to interrupt it, indicating that she did not want to listen to it.

"Do you still have any main characters that haven't been loaded yet?"

The system blinked its round, almond-shaped eyes: [How did you know?]

"When I have time, I'll go to the War Puppet Mansion and get you a puppet that can be attached to a divine consciousness. Come out, and we'll have a good talk." Xue Lan smiled warmly, but the system felt a chill run down its spine. It shook its head frantically.

I will coexist with you within your sea of ​​consciousness, protecting your divine sense. I am extremely powerful.

Xue Lan didn't want to talk anymore.

After the inauguration ceremony, the Xuanhuang Sect enjoyed a period of peace and tranquility. Lian Chuan, possessing top-tier demon bloodline and with the meticulous guidance of Xue Lan, a senior member of his own clan disguised as a human, experienced rapid advancement in his cultivation. Finally, four months later, he reached the late stage of Qi Refining.

The system only knew that the Silver Moon Wolf would transform into a Heavenly Grade Ice Spiritual Root upon reaching the late Qi Refining stage, but it didn't know that Silver Moon Wolf cubs never left the protection of their clan. During the transformation of their spiritual root, a senior member of the clan had to perform a ritual to open the spiritual root.

Otherwise, there would be no way to accept the inheritance of the demon race.

This is why Lian Chuan became Lu Feng's demon pet in his previous life.

Xue Lan thought Lian Chuan was really lucky. By a twist of fate, he came to the mortal realm and happened to meet an old monster like herself who had been possessed.

The back mountain of Jiyuan Peak.

Ji Jinjin, wielding a long spear and dressed in a striking black outfit, looked incredibly dashing. With a slight movement of the spear tip, she deflected the sword from Lian Chuan's hand.

"Third Senior Sister, my arm hurts." Lian Chuan shook his arm and looked at Ji Jinjin.

Ji Jinjin picked up the sword from someone and put it back into Lian Chuan's hand.

"You have to practice even if it hurts. You can't end up like Senior Sister, who doesn't strive for improvement and gets chased and beaten by Senior Brother Xu every day."

Lian Chuan felt a little scared when he thought of Senior Brother Xu from Xuanling Peak, so he quickly grabbed his sword and began to practice seriously.

Xue, who lacks ambition and is constantly being chased and beaten, is Lan.

【The words your Xuanhuang Sect speaks to you are quite hurtful.】

Xue Lan gave a strange smile: "Because everyone loves me."

System: [Ah, right, right, right!]

Just as Lian Chuan's longsword was knocked away by Ji Jinjin once again, he heard a soft laugh from behind him.

"Senior Sister!" Lian Chuan ran towards Xue Lan with a smile, skillfully taking a storage bag from her waist and pulling out a packet of osmanthus candy. Then he ran off laughing.

Xue Lan withdrew her outstretched hand, trying to cover up her mistake, and then put her hands behind her back. She was thinking that next time she would put something in Lian Chuan's candy, so he could only eat one piece a day, otherwise his teeth would hurt.

"Senior Sister is back! Wait a minute, lunch will be ready soon." Zhu He poked her head out from the bamboo house kitchen. Xue Lan could already faintly smell the aroma of the food.

Logically speaking, these were all cultivators who had already abstained from grains. They shouldn't have needed to eat three meals a day; they could have survived on dew and the morning mist.

However, according to Xue Lan, even dogs don't eat the fasting pills. Therefore, Ji Yuanfeng still has the habit of cooking for himself. Usually, Zhu He and Ji Jinjin take turns.

Lian Chuan is still too young, as for Xue Lan.

Zhu He couldn't say for sure about this matter either, since their senior sister treated everything involving fire as if it were weapon forging. After seeing the fish in Xue Lan's pot, which was as hard as charcoal, he discussed it privately with his junior sister.

From then on, Jiyuan Peak's small kitchen became a forbidden area for Xue Lan to enter.

Xu Qizhou was truly diligent and conscientious within the sect. Besides overseeing various sacrificial ceremonies, he also held a position in the Enforcement Hall, serving ten days a month. Xue Lan had now taken on this role. She was currently wearing the Enforcement Hall disciple's robes, with a thin black iron whip hanging from her waist.

"Doesn't Senior Sister have a suitable weapon yet?" Lian Chuan asked at the dinner table.

"I haven't found anything I like yet," Xue Lan said calmly, picking up a piece of food with her chopsticks. Unlike humans, who always search for magical artifacts in various secret realms, demons prefer to use a part of themselves as raw materials to refine their own natal magical artifacts when their cultivation level is suitable.

Take Xue Lan from her previous life, for example. Her natal immortal sword was named Jin Guang, and it was forged from a rib of her demonic body.

Most magical artifacts possess spirits, and to use them, one must establish a contract with them, although there are precedents in the cultivation world of people simultaneously contracting with multiple magical artifacts. However, the prerequisite is that the magical artifacts are of good temperament.

However, based on Xue Lan's understanding, the Emberlight Sword inherited his personality from his previous life, and his temper was not very good.

It's hard to guarantee that it won't suddenly erupt when it senses the soul fluctuations of its master who has been dead for thousands of years, piercing through this thin layer of Heavenly Dao restraints and stabbing her right through.

In the Yuan and Ming dynasties, the northern region was known as Chuanbing Huachi.

The snow-capped mountains surround the central pool, its edges adorned with clusters of ice crystals. A small islet sits in the middle of the pool, upon which grows a tree covered in white blossoms. Beneath the tree lies a stone table and several stone benches.

A woman dressed in a white, wide-sleeved dress with a white cloak over it was drinking alone under a tree. Her white hair, as white as silk, was tied back with a ribbon adorned with fiery red gradient tassels.

The white-haired man by the pool swallowed hard as he looked at the woman, but finally mustered up the courage to speak: "Lord Changjun, Thundercloud City has secretly sent a junior to the lower realm. The lord has sent me to inquire about your opinion."

The woman remained silent, filling all the cups on the stone table with wine before raising her deep blue, icy eyes to glance at the white-haired man. Her voice was cold: "When the Heavenly Way declines, naturally some will become restless. Tell Xue Ji that I have no interest in such matters. Come find me again when Thundercloud City falls on its own."

"Yes," the man replied, retreating in a state of trepidation.

The white-haired woman looked at the several glasses of wine that had been poured in front of her.

"I want to buy osmanthus flowers..."

The woman chuckled softly, raised her wine cup, and drank it all in one gulp. With a flick of her sleeve, a cluster of ice crystals by the pool was cleanly severed. The water of the Ice Pool rippled slightly at the sight of the sword energy…

Xue Lan wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt the moon in the mortal realm was rounder. A bright moon hung in the sky. Xue Lan walked towards Lian Chuan's room, her footsteps crunching on the fine snow. She talked to the system as she walked.

"I'll invade his consciousness, and you'll impart knowledge of his bloodline to him?"

"Overcoming one difficulty will only lead to countless others," the system's voice said with a hint of resentment.

The author never wrote about bloodline inheritance in detail.

My CPU is fried right now, I can't possibly write a new one for him, can I? One vulnerability leads to countless others. I'm quitting after I finish this job. I can't live like this for another day.

"Let's take it one step at a time. Maybe he'll find out when he changes his spiritual root?" Xue Lan said.

"This is incorrect. There are only the two of us now; we can't afford such a loophole. I tried to create a male protagonist template for him using a template I'd seen before, but it didn't work, so I'm using it as a backup." The system's mechanical voice took on an unprecedented seriousness.

Xue Lan nodded somewhat indulgently.

"Listen to you."

Lian Chuan had a dream. He dreamt that he was in a vast expanse of snow-capped mountains, surrounded entirely by white. He raised his hand and discovered that it had transformed into a beast's paw covered in snow-white fur.

"What's wrong with me?"

On a snow-capped mountain not far away stood two figures, one large and one small. A huge white wolf and a little girl in a pink dress.

The demon soul is her original form and will not change even after transforming. However, in the system's eyes, the person beside it is still Xue Lan.

[That explains why this kid, besides being mature beyond his years, isn't gloomy at all since joining the sect, and was easily captured by the male protagonist in his previous life.] The system's voice sounded old-fashioned.

[It turns out his mother placed a restriction on him; as long as he himself is unaware, no one can discover his identity.]

[But she never expected this system to exist, haha!]

Xue Lan raised her paw and gently patted the system's head.

"Get down to business!"

Lian Chuan ran desperately through the snow because a black dot had appeared on the horizon.

The fear in his wolf blood told him that it was a gray eagle.

They are hunters of the sky. The natural enemy of wolf cubs.

Lian Chuan ran through the snow, the black dot on the horizon growing larger and larger. It swooped down from above. Lian Chuan sensed the impending danger. Just as the gray eagle lunged at him, he turned and dodged to the side. He bit down on the gray eagle's wing. At the same time, the gray eagle's sharp claws dug deeply into Lian Chuan's shoulder blade.

The wolf cub's snow-white fur was instantly stained red with blood, and it howled pitifully. The gray eagle's sharp claws were still embedded in its body. It dragged the wolf cub, leaving a pink trail in the snow.

"Hurry up, he's about to be dragged to his death!"

The system roared, the system screamed.

Xue Lan thought the system's personality was actually quite cute, like the junior sister under the tutelage of Immortal Venerable Caijun of Jiyue Mountain.

"I guess he is, after all, a descendant of the Silver Moon Wolf... See, isn't this a plot twist?"

The system followed Xue Lan's gaze and saw that the little wolf had raised its claws at some point, leaving a long, bloody gash on the gray eagle's belly.

The gray eagle winced in pain and pecked at the wolf cub's nape with its sharp beak. At the same time, it flapped its wings, trying to take flight. Lian Chuan knew he couldn't let it fly, or he would surely die. He snapped his jaws around the gray eagle's neck, and the eagle pecked at one of his eyes.

The gray sculpture struggled incessantly, but eventually lost all its strength.

The overlord who reigned supreme in the skies fell victim to a wolf cub.

The system turned to look at Xue Lan beside it. It wasn't just its imagination, but it seemed to see a hint of relief on Xue Lan's face.

"I went to save him."

Lian Chuan collapsed to the ground, fearing the gray eagle wasn't quite dead. The wolf cubs continued to gnaw at the eagle's neck until its head was almost severed. Only then did Lian Chuan collapse, exhausted. His chest, covered in fur, rose and fell slightly.

He was dying.

The wind and snow suddenly intensified. Lian Chuan felt a surge of pure spiritual energy flow into his body, carrying an unparalleled chill, as if all the wind and snow in the world had entered his body.

When the wolf cub looked up, it saw a huge wolf head. It was like a small mountain.

The huge white wolf slightly bent its knees, its forehead touching the wolf cub on the ground.

"The Northern Glaciers, the Undying Overlord"

The bloodline connection broke through the paradise his mother had built for him.

He is the Silver Moon Wolf, whose mother died at the hands of the demons.