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

Ji Jinjin and Zhu He had a meal at Jiyuan Peak, and the next day they headed to the battlefield at Luoxia Mountain without delay. It was said that the Six Sects had already arranged for disciples to monitor Zhu He at Luoxia Mountain.

Zhu He and Xue Lan were not surprised when they heard the news. After all, Zhu He had already cultivated to this level, so what was wrong with giving the elders of the six sects some face?

So they decided to take it one step at a time.

After seeing the two off on the flying boat to Luoxia Mountain, Xue Lan returned to the bamboo grove courtyard on Jiyuan Peak. Xue Tong sat at the stone table in the courtyard, holding a worn-out book in his hand. The exposed cover read: "One Hundred Records of Strange Tales".

It was brought back by Xue Lan from the library and has been sitting in this bamboo grove courtyard for two years. It is a widely circulated miscellaneous book that mainly talks about strange encounters between humans and demons, and the cause and effect of the world.

Originally, Xue Lan gave it to Lian Chuan to cheer him up, but the boy was so engrossed in cultivation that he never even turned a single page.

Now, it has fallen into Xue Tong's hands.

The little girl, sitting upright at the stone table, watched Xue Lan approach from the bamboo path outside the courtyard. From afar, she raised the book in her hand towards her.

"Finished reading? What about the next volume?"

Xue Lan had no choice but to stop outside the courtyard and wave to her: "Come out, let's go to the library."

Xue Tong picked up the book, skipped and hopped out of the yard, and grabbed Xue Lan's sleeve: "Let's go!"

Xue Lan could see that she had now completely embraced the identity of Xue Lan's younger sister.

Since the Jiyue Mountain Incident, Xue Lan had been traveling extensively and hadn't been to the library for a long time. The library remained unchanged, with its dimly lit atmosphere. Xue Lan took the first volume of "One Hundred Records of Strange Tales" from Xue Tong and skillfully navigated the various bookshelves, finally finding the second volume on the very last shelf.

Xue Lan pulled out the lower volume and stuffed it into Xue Tong's arms.

"After registering, take it home to review."

Xue Tong happily left with the book and registered with the elder guarding the library.

Xue Lan followed and saw that Elder Shouge had written on the thick book: Xue Tong of Jiyuan Peak, Volume 2 of "One Hundred Records of Strange Tales".

Xue Lan looked at the obviously old booklet and, for some reason, suddenly recalled the illusion she had experienced when she asked the question about the Spirit Tree.

During her day guarding the library, she wrote down many names in this book. From sunrise to sunset.

She thought she had forgotten everything, after all, these were all trivial matters on Xue Lan's path of cultivation. She was busy becoming a master weapon refiner, busy vying for the Golden Crow Essence, and busy keeping an eye on the unruly male lead.

It was just a leisurely day spent in the library. I hadn't thought much of it before, but now I'm starting to feel a desire to explore.

So Xue Lan stepped forward and asked the elder guarding the library.

"Mr. Zhao, I'd like to borrow this book you have..."

The girl and the elder guarding the pavilion were already familiar with each other. Before they could finish speaking, the one-eyed old man handed over the booklet in his hand.

"Right now, you want to see everything!"

Xue Lan smiled, opened the booklet in her hand, and began to browse through it quickly.

Elder Zhao could tell from her appearance that she was looking for someone.

As Xue Lan searched through the books, she tried to recall the name of the book the boy in the illusion had borrowed.

"Jinhua Sword Manual"

Finally, Xue Lan saw those four words on the page closest to the front. Then she was startled.

Amidst Elder Zhao's dense cursive script, there was a line of small regular script with floral patterns, identical to Xue Lan's handwriting.

The first line reads: Suandao Peak, Qi Song.

Xue Lan felt as if she had been struck by a sledgehammer, her body instantly stiffening on the spot. A hoarse sound came from her throat, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Qi Song of Suandao Peak was Gong Yuan's junior brother and died at Jiyue Mountain.

Xue Lan continued reading and saw: Suandao Peak, Gan Lin.

Suan Daofeng, Gong Yuan.

They were all disciples of Suandao Peak. They all died at Jiyue Mountain.

Xue Tong clearly noticed the person's surprise and tugged at her clothes from below.

Xue Lan didn't speak, closed the booklet and returned it to Elder Zhao. She then led Xue Tong out of the library.

"What's wrong?" Xue Tong noticed that Xue Lan was acting strangely and asked as soon as they came out of the library.

Xue Lan's voice was calm: "Do you think things in an illusion can appear in reality?"

Xue Tong walked in front of Xue Lan: "Theoretically, it's impossible, but this is the world of cultivation. This is a difficult matter to decide."

Xue Lan slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with emotions that Xue Tong couldn't understand, and her voice was cold and hoarse: "I want to go find them."

She wanted to find the boy who gave her the Awakening Moon Flower and tell her about the girl who treated the sect as her home and her senior brother who was going to Mount Luoxia.

But now, none of it matters anymore.

She was far too arrogant.

Having known the disciples of Suandao Peak for many years, it was impossible for her not to recognize their faces, but she was too arrogant. She thought she had seen through the illusion, and that everything and everyone in it was false.

She thought it was all an arrangement by her Grandmaster Linghuang, but she never expected that the illusion of the Linghuang Tree was created solely by her own mind. Those blurry, indistinct, and unrecognizable faces were actually her fears.

She feared that the dream would end and everything would be wiped clean.

That wasn't an illusion at all, but a memory she wanted to hide deep in her heart, an intersection between her and the disciples of Suandao Peak.

"Xue Lan, it's you who's missing me."

A cold female voice suddenly rang in my heart, each word distinct and deliberate.

You say you don't care, but you really miss me.

Xue Lan covered her chest.

The sky in the sea of ​​consciousness was once again turbulent with wind and clouds, blood-red clouds encroaching on the azure sky, leaving only a small patch in the middle.

Xue Lan's eyes were a little red, and she vaguely remembered some things. The girl lowered her head and slowly said, "So, this is what is called cause and effect."

It was something she subconsciously wanted to cut off.

Xue Tong was frantic with worry. She grabbed Xue Lan's sleeve: "What cause and effect? ​​What's wrong with you?"

Xue Lan slowly raised her head, and several illusory red lines appeared from her fingertips, passing through the layers of clouds and mist in front of her, pointing directly to the Calculation Peak.

On the summit of Suandao Peak, an elderly man with gray hair was drinking tea alone in a peach grove when he suddenly saw several faint lines of cause and effect piercing through the clouds and mist, tied to the peach trees, without even falling on himself.

Xue Lanyu arrived at Suandao Peak in his spirit boat. The causal threads that had been entangled with several peach trees there had already vanished into thin air. Only the one in the very center was still swaying in the breeze.

When a person dies, their karma ends. If karma is not severed, they remain in the human world.

Shen Suanzhen looked at Xue Lan, then at the peach tree, but didn't say a word.

So Xue Lan spoke first: "Disciple greets Senior Uncle Shen Suan."

"Sit down and have a cup of tea."

Xue Lan obediently sat down, and the slightly warm tea eased her previous anxiety. The girl looked at the white-haired Shen Suan Zhenren, but ultimately did not ask whether Gong Yuan was still alive.

I only drank a cup of tea before preparing to leave.

Just before leaving, Master Shen Suan suddenly spoke up: "Lan'er."

"Uncle?"

"If you ever see him, please pass on a message to your senior master."

"Having cultivated for nearly a thousand years, I am content to have formed a master-disciple bond with him in this lifetime."

Xue Lan nodded, performed a deep bow, and turned to board the spirit boat.

Xue Tong waited for her on the spirit boat, and continued to press her as she came aboard: "Don't stay silent! You're driving me crazy!"

"I know what happened to my missing memories from my past life?"

【what happened? 】

"It is cause and effect, the cause and effect between me and those people from a thousand years ago. At the moment of my death, I used my inner demons as a guide to sever the cause and effect and enter the river of time."

"Walking through the world, one is inevitably entangled in cause and effect, unable to escape, and involved in the long river of time."

“Severing cause and effect is like being a rootless duckweed, drifting in the long river of time for thousands of years.”

The girl sighed, "This is really a troublesome matter."

With a wave of her hand, thousands of red threads of cause and effect fell from her body, making Xue Lan appear as if she were wearing a red robe. The girl's expression was indifferent as she tugged at the red threads, lost in thought.

Xue Tong suddenly felt that Xue Lan was somewhat frightening.