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

The first generation elder was still as sharp as ever; a large pit appeared at the back of Jiyuan Peak, from which black smoke billowed.

Xu Qinghe thought that Xue Lan probably wouldn't have time to take care of the two children for the time being. So she decided to let Xue Tong and Yinhun have dinner at Yunhui Peak.

They didn't send the person back until the moon was high in the sky.

Xu Qinghe led the two children into the bamboo grove courtyard. The courtyard was quiet, and there were no lights on inside the house.

Xue Lan sat at the stone table, dressed in tattered black clothes, her hair disheveled, holding a headband that had been blown off in her hand.

In the open space in front of her, two scarlet spiders struggled to stand upside down, swaying precariously. Their other six legs flailing in mid-air.

"Are you making things difficult for those two? What do they know?" Xu Qinghe sat down on a stone bench and reached out to grab Xue Lan's charred hair.

"They're so burnt, you should cut them off. You two, go back to your nests," Xu Qinghe said with a faint smile to the two little spiders.

The two little spiders dared not move, turning their heads in unison, their twelve black eyes staring at Xue Lan.

They are extremely pitiful.

Xue Lan sighed and waved her hand.

As it turns out, eight legs do make you run fast; the two little spiders disappeared in an instant.

Xue Lan burst out laughing, the icy expression on her face vanished, and she covered her forehead, laughing uncontrollably.

"Thank goodness you came. If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have been able to keep up the act." The girl smiled until tears welled up in her eyes, wiping them away as she spoke.

"You don't know, their little paws are so cute when they're dangling in the air."

"I'm afraid I'll blow them up today... Qinghe..."

Before Xue Lan could finish speaking, Xu Qinghe grabbed her chin. The girl looked elegant and gentle, but her grip was incredibly strong.

Xue Lan felt her head being turned to the side, and a sharp pain shot through her ear.

A warm yellow light shone beside her, and Xue Lan heard Xu Qinghe's meaningful voice: "Don't you want your ears anymore?"

In Xu Qinghe's view, the girl's fair earlobe was stained with blood, and a thin piece of iron had cut her earlobe, with blood flowing down half of her face.

The Golden Core stage cultivator's body recovers incredibly quickly; the wire had already grown into his flesh.

"Did you touch that explosive before?" Xu Qinghe poked Xue Lan's injured ear with some heartache, wiping away the bloodstains. She noticed that Xue Lan's earlobe was still injured, with a very thin gold thread running through it.

"I was too busy protecting those two unfilial sons before."

As she spoke, Xue Lan reached out and grabbed the metal piece, pulling it off before Xu Qinghe could react. The thin piece of metal, stained with bright red blood, was forcibly ripped out by Xue Lan.

Xue Tong covered her eyes.

The recovery speed of a Golden Core cultivator is really fast. In no time, Xue Lan's ear grew back without even leaving a shallow scar.

Xu Qinghe patted her on the head.

"Crazy? You'll die in this world!"

"I am not an ordinary person." Xue Lan turned to look at her seriously.

Xu Qinghe thought that Xue Lan would be beaten to death by Yin Shishi sooner or later.

She looked at the gold thread on Xue Lan's earlobe and a thought suddenly popped into her mind.

"I had a hole pierced in my earlobe, and I'm letting it heal."

Xue Lan was puzzled: "Why?"

"Wear some earrings, they'll look nice."

Xue Lan glanced at the earrings Xu Qinghe was wearing, the purple crystal petals swaying gently in the evening breeze.

"When forging weapons, it's not convenient..."

Just as Xue Lan was about to refuse, she felt a slight coolness on her earlobe. Xu Qinghe had cast a minor healing spell, piercing something into her earlobe.

Xue Lan raised her hand and touched it; it was a beaded pendant, slightly cool to the touch.

Xue Tong was stunned by what she saw on the other side.

Xue Lan is a simple and unassuming person, as Xue Tong knows, and so does everyone in the Xuanhuang Sect.

She always dressed in the same color, looking neat and tidy. She was beautiful, but her style was always a bit off.

When dressed in all black, she resembles a shadow under the night sky; when dressed in all white, she resembles a wisp of cloud on the horizon.

It looks so...

They all look indifferent, as if they have no attachment to this world.

Xue Tong's eyes suddenly felt hot. She and Xu Qinghe looked at the girl opposite them. The girl's hair was a little messy, and her black clothes looked like endless dark clouds, making her look somewhat gloomy.

But a red bead on her earlobe dispelled the gloom.

The girl's gentle features were now tinged with a sharp edge, her eyes and brows deeply defined.

The blood-red jade bead on Xue Lan, dressed in all black, seemed like the only flaw in this gentle, considerate, calm, and composed person.

She was telling the story that she was not a gentle person; she had also once asked the judge to kill someone immediately.

She was implying that she was not thoughtful enough, as she had once intervened in a battle between Golden Core cultivators with only Foundation Establishment cultivation. Once she entered the battle, her life or death was determined by fate.

Xue Tong thought to herself, "That's how it should be."

The Xue Lan standing before me was neither the orphan girl who had fallen on hard times on the streets, nor the all-powerful demon lord of my previous life.

She was just Xue Lan, the senior sister of Jiyuan Peak in the Xuanhuang Sect, and Xue Lan who was always gentle and kind to her junior brothers and sisters.

She is Xue Lan, who would stand up for the women of Lujia Village.

……

Xue Lan looked at Xue Tong's puzzled expression, raised her hand and tugged at the jade bead on her earlobe, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xue Tong responded immediately, and the little girl clapped her hands and exclaimed, "It's beautiful! Don't take it off!"

Don't pretend to be a gentle and considerate senior sister, and don't pretend to be a cold and aloof demon lord.

Become Xue Lan, and become what your heart desires.

Xue Lan narrowed her eyes and saw the increasingly bright soul light emanating from Xue Tong. She lowered her head and chuckled softly.

She wanted to raise her hand to conjure a mirror to see what she looked like now, but Xu Qinghe, who was beside her, held her hand down.

"You promise me you won't take it off!"

Xue Lan nodded somewhat helplessly, and then saw herself in the mirror.

A bright young girl with red beaded earrings; she looks a bit fierce, but ultimately she's beautiful.

Xue Lan hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"But it's inconvenient for weapon forging..."

“Wear it even if it’s inconvenient!” Xu Qinghe said without any hesitation.

Xue Lan: None of my family members understand, someone pierced my ears and put a pendant on them in the middle of the night.

Ever since Xue Lan started refining weapons at the age of nine, she has always been inferior to the top disciples of the various peaks of the Xuanhuang Sect.

It's because she always has her own ideas, always causes accidents, and is always in the wrong.

So once the earrings were on, they couldn't be taken off. Xu Qinghe had auspicious cloud patterns, representing peace and good fortune, engraved on the back of the red beads, saying it was for protection.

Xue Tong always liked to peek at her, and when he was caught, he would just giggle foolishly and wasn't too afraid of her anymore.

The weapon-refining cave in the back mountain was blown to pieces. It cost Xue Lan a lot of spirit stones to repair it. She not only used up the reward for teaching the method of refining Azure Water Heavenly Crystal at the War Puppet Mansion, but also borrowed a thousand spirit stones from Xu Qinghe.

As Xue Lan stood at the construction site, exuding a low-pressure aura, two small spiders beside her quickly spun silk, forming small balls that piled up at her feet.

With their big, dark eyes, they stared at Xue Lan, pleading with their owner not to scold them.

The owner, who was so poor he was practically dying, sighed and pondered whether or not to sell his little rabbit, dog, and chicks.

Forget it, I can't bear to part with it. I'll just wait until after the Wan Gong Workshop trial to sell my skills!