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

Xue Lan ignored the bruises on her arm; they were just a minor poison from Yuan Ming's mortal realm. When her soul was inside her body, this body was practically indestructible.

The most important thing right now is:

Xue Lan looked around. Many people from both the human and demon races had come to the Wan Gong Fang secret realm this time, and she recognized several familiar faces among them. Zhu Lingzhi stood opposite the War Puppet Mansion and bowed to Xue Lan.

Whether she was sincere or not, Xue Lan was quite embarrassed. She had just fought with someone else when they were vying for the Golden Crow Essence.

Besides familiar faces, Xue Lan also spotted some enigmatic demons, such as a young girl with an unpredictable aura in the Fengdu City group. And…

Xue Lan looked at the three people in the corner not far away.

Two of them were ordinary late-stage Golden Core cultivators, and it was one of the girls who caught Xue Lan's attention.

"Silver Moon Wolf!" Xue Lan silently recited the name in her heart.

"[Is that the little wolf from your hometown? Your junior?]" Xue Tong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

Xue Lan remained outwardly calm, but inwardly answered Xue Tong, "It should be Xue Ji's child."

Your nephew's child should call you...great-aunt?

Xue Lan didn't want to continue the discussion and shut up. With this Silver Moon Wolf present, she had to be extremely careful in the secret realm.

After that, several more groups of people arrived, mostly independent cultivators. All twelve Myriad Keys were now collected.

Master Hengyang stepped forward to take charge: "Fellow Daoists, I am an elder of the War Puppet Mansion. Today, I am honored to be elected by you all to preside over the opening of this secret realm. The Wan Gong Workshop Secret Realm will be open for three months. Those who possess the Wan Gong Key may seek divine artifacts and opportunities within. No one may harm each other. After midnight, the secret realm will close. Those who fail to leave in time, may they pray for good fortune."

After Master Hengyang finished speaking, the surrounding mountains fell silent.

Suddenly, a series of knocking sounds broke the boundless silence.

Sharp yet heavy, Xue Lan was all too familiar with it.

This is the sound of striking iron sheets when blacksmithing.

The sky turned into absolute blackness, as if all the stars had been suddenly swallowed up. The Myriad Crafts Keys in everyone's hands began to tremble, then transformed into streaks of light and flew into the sky.

One by one, the Wan Gong Keys were inserted into the sky, and only then did everyone realize that it was not the sky at all, but clearly one side of a huge box.

In an instant, exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

"This is the true appearance of the Myriad Crafts Workshop Secret Realm—the Myriad Crafts Box." Wu Yijun said, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"The sun and moon in the mirror, a thousand autumns in the box," Xue Lan murmured, taking a step forward involuntarily.

Just then, the enormous Craftsmanship Box in the sky finished opening, shedding its black exterior. Individual squares on it opened, emitting a blurry, hazy light that enveloped the people in front.

This includes Xue Lan and others.

The light felt warm on her skin. Xue Lan glanced at Wu Yijun and Lin Su behind her, then flew upwards first, entering the small cubicle.

Wu Yijun and Lin Su followed closely behind.

Master Hengyang looked at the people still outside and said, "Fellow Daoists, do not hesitate."

Upon hearing this, even more people entered the Myriad Crafts Workshop Secret Realm. When the last person entered the small grid, all the individual grids above the Myriad Crafts Workshop closed up, transforming into a normal-sized box that floated in front of everyone, with runes flowing across it like breathing.

After Xue Lan entered the small cubicle, she began to fall. Before her was a vast expanse of white nothingness. Xue Lan tried to fly, only to discover that flying was prohibited in this world.

In the end, it could only land in a vast mountain range.

Nearby, the landscape is covered with lush green grass and colorful wildflowers, while in the distance, towering mountain peaks reach into the clouds.

It's like a long sword stuck into the earth.

Xue Lan wasn't sure if Wu Yijun and the others were in the same place as her, but to avoid being hit, she moved to the side.

When Wu Yijun and the others landed on the ground, Xue Lan had already picked many small flowers and even made herself a flower wreath.

Because Xue Tong was clamoring in her mind's eye that she wanted one too, Xue Lan is now making a second one.

"The flow of time here is different from outside. I've been playing here for an hour now." Xue Lan slowly stood up and stuffed the smaller flower wreath into her sleeve.

Wu Yijun looked at the small flower wreath on her head: "Are you a child?"

Xue Lan: "Why doesn't it count?"

The girl plucked another handful of flowers: "Let's wait for Siyin."

So the three of them waited another hour. Xue Lan worked quickly and then made two more flower wreaths. She placed one on Wu Yijun's head and held the other in her hand while waiting for Long Siyin.

An hour and a half later, Long Siyin, accompanied by two disciples of the Long Sword Sect, emerged from behind the gently undulating grass not far away.

"Why did you come from that direction?" Xue Lan placed the flower wreath in her hand on Long Siyin's head.

To cooperate with Xue Lan, Long Siyin lowered her head slightly.

Lin Su watched in stunned silence as his highly respected weapon-refining master, Senior Sister Xue, spent an hour and a half making just two small flower wreaths.

"The place where you landed is quite far from you, and this secret realm doesn't isolate the energy flow. I calculated that you are here."

Xue Lan nodded: "This child is teachable."

"The scenes inside the Wan Gong Fang are ever-changing. Where are we now?" Wu Yijun looked at the towering peaks that pierced the sky in the distance.

Do you have any ideas?

Xue Lan shook her head and honestly said, "I have no ideas. Let's go up the mountain first!"

Lin Su looked at the peak, then at Wu Yijun, and quietly walked to her side and whispered, "Junior Sister Wu, she seems a bit unreliable."

Xue Lan was rubbing the bruises on her arm through her sleeve when she suddenly heard his comment.

The girl turned around and gave a strange smile, her eyes fixed on Lin Su.

"Am I reliable?"

"No, Senior Sister Xue, you..." Lin Su hurriedly explained, stammering like a puppet that Wu Yijun had failed to refine.

Who knew Xue Lan would say the second half of her sentence: "Of course not!"

Lin Su was momentarily stunned and couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Xue Lan spoke up again at this moment: "The plains of Sichuan are a place where hidden swords lie hidden."

The girl's voice was soft, yet contained a hint of boldness: "I've seen it in the Xuanhuang Sect's library. It's the residence of a master swordsmith from a thousand years ago, called Hidden Sword Mountain. The strange pines and rocks there are all famous swords, and the light clouds and mist are all sword energy."

"Senior Sister Xue is indeed very knowledgeable and talented," Lin Su couldn't help but praise.

Xue Lan waved her hand: "It's all fate, it's all fate."

It was fate that brought us together after copying books in the library for seven or eight years. There is a wealth of knowledge hidden within books.

Xue Lan led the way, and the group headed towards Hidden Sword Mountain. The atmosphere was very harmonious and relaxed, as if they were going on a spring outing to the outskirts of the city.

The group walked for several hours and finally arrived at the foot of Cangjian Mountain at sunset.

Lin Su felt that he had never leisurely strolled through the secret realm in his entire life.

A withered yellow leaf fell from the massive mountain wall in front of him. Lin Su reached out and caught it, only then realizing that the trees on Hidden Sword Mountain were beginning to shed their leaves.

But when the group set off from the plain covered with wildflowers, the mountains were still a verdant expanse from afar.

"Looking back at the sun and moon in the mirror, I've grasped a thousand years in the box of crafts." Xue Lan clapped his hands slowly and began to speak:

"Having met you today, I can see that your reputation is indeed well-deserved."

Wu Yijun tugged at Xue Lan's sleeve: "Who are you talking to?"

Xue Lan winked at her playfully.

I bet this Wan Gong Box has a spirit!

Just as Wu Yijun was about to say that she was being delusional, he heard a majestic and profound voice coming from the sky: "Young man! You are teachable."

Xue Lan liked to say that others were teachable, but when others said that they were teachable, the smile on her face would disappear.