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

Xue Lan looked up at the clear sky and spoke again.

"Junior Xue Lan greets Senior."

Xue Lan didn't mention that she was a disciple of the Xuanhuang Sect. It would be pointless to talk about her sect's heritage with the spirit of the Wan Gong Box, a spirit that had existed for ten thousand years.

The spirit seemed to be in a good mood and exchanged another word with Xue Lan.

"This place is indeed Hidden Sword Mountain, and it is also the location of the first trial of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop."

Xue Lan said with a grin, "Why doesn't Senior start the trial yet so that Xue Lan can obtain the inheritance as soon as possible?"

In the void of the Wan Gong Fang Secret Realm, a small old man dressed in plain clothes, holding a rattan cane, sat in front of a stone table, his piercing tiger eyes looking at the flowing light screen in front of him.

Within the light screen were Xue Lan and her group. A girl dressed in black stood before them, speaking eloquently.

The old man took a sip of tea and then slowly said, "Nonsense, disrespectful to my seniors."

Xue Lan was thrown off balance by a strong gust of wind that swept down from the top of Hidden Sword Mountain.

The spirit of the Myriad Crafts Box dealt with Xue Lan briefly, then fell silent.

Long Siyin pinched Xue Lan on the back of the neck: "First the Gu Master of Chonggu Village, and now the spirit of the Wan Gong Box. Master Hengyang was absolutely right, you've really gotten bolder now."

Xue Lan did not refute, letting Long Siyin scold her from the side.

Xue Lan: Anyway, I'm used to it.

If one day her friends stop criticizing her, then there will be a real problem.

So Xue Lan listened to Long Siyin's incessant scolding while communicating telepathically with Xue Tong inside her sleeve.

Aren't you afraid of offending the spirit of this artifact, and it might just kick you out?

Xue Lan said, "The damage to the Wan Gong Fang secret realm means that there is a problem with the Wan Gong Box. If he does not want the inheritance to be cut off, he must find someone who can inherit the Wan Gong Fang's legacy."

Xue Tong wanted to dampen Xue Lan's spirits: "Why are you so sure you're the one it will choose?"

"Wan Gong Fang will not choose humans or demons from the upper realm to receive its inheritance," Xue Lan said quietly.

[Continue!]

“I haven’t told you this before. In the past ten thousand years of the Yuanming Realm, all the divine weapons and artifacts collected by the Wan Gong Fang have had their owners’ souls vanish without a trace.”

Xue Tong asked with some curiosity, "Can't you find it in the underworld?"

"We can't find it. It doesn't seem like it vanished into thin air; it's more like it was contained in some place."

Xue Tong suddenly realized: "You now suspect that this place is the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop."

"Gathering the strength of thousands, even tens of thousands of people, willingly giving up reincarnation, what they want to do is something that people from the upper realm cannot handle." Xue Lan was a little tired, so she simply took out a few foldable stools from her sleeve and distributed them to the people around her.

Long Siyin looked at Xue Lan, feeling somewhat incredulous: "You really have everything."

Xue Lan waved her hand: "It's nothing."

Xue Lan sat on a small stool and continued her speculation: "Think about it, in the Yuanming Lower Realm, no rogue cultivator has as strong a background as me, and those with strong backgrounds don't have as good weapon-refining skills as me. Who else would it choose if not me?"

Xue Tong thought to herself that the female supporting characters in top-tier cultivation novels were indeed different; they even knew how to compete with rogue cultivators in terms of background.

[What about the demon race? Are you sure there aren't any demons more powerful than you?]

Xue Lan felt that the child had become much dumber after taking human form. Last time, when she secretly complained to Zhu He, she forgot to bribe the soul guide, and the little girl sold her the next day.

The girl's voice held a hint of helplessness: "Forging weapons requires a very high level of spiritual power. Do you think there is a monster here with a stronger spiritual power than me?"

Xue Tong fell silent.

What a joke! While others treat their souls like precious treasures, Xue Lan directly uses his soul to fight.

After rebuking Xue Tong, Xue Lan picked up the flower wreath that had fallen to the ground when she was flipped over and slowly tidied it up.

About half an hour later, the others gradually gathered at the foot of Hidden Sword Mountain, including Zhu Lingzhi.

Zhu Lingzhi only knew Xue Lan here. Upon seeing Xue Lan, he greeted her with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Xue, it's been a long time!"

Xue Lan grasped her hand, a sincere smile on her face: "Lingzhi, it's been a long time!"

Zhu Lingzhi was surprised by Xue Lan's enthusiasm and awkwardly tried to pull his hand away, but the girl was too strong and he couldn't break free.

So Zhu Lingzhi could only chat with Xue Lan in a half-hearted manner.

"I see Fellow Daoist Xue arrived a bit early. Have you gained anything?"

Xue Lan shook her head vigorously: "The spirit of the Wan Gong Box doesn't like me very much..."

For the next half incense stick's time, the people around watched as Xue Lan eloquently deceived Zhu Lingzhi, saying that he had been slapped away by the spirit of the artifact and sent flying 108,000 miles away.

Zhu Lingzhi naturally didn't believe it, but while he was still wondering how Xue Lan could so seriously fabricate such an unreliable lie, Wu Yijun pulled him away.

Zhu Lingzhi watched as Xue Lan was pulled behind the girl in red, and the young sect leader of the Longsword Sect stuck a talisman on her mouth.

It's like sealing away a little zombie.

Speaking of the young sect leader of the Longsword Sect, Zhu Lingzhi thought of the recent news and turned his attention to Long Siyin.

The girl was dressed in white, with a sword hanging at her waist. However, she lacked the sharpness characteristic of a sword cultivator. She was frowning, seemingly doing something.

Long Siyin was arguing with Xue Lan, communicating through divine sense. But in the end, she couldn't win the argument against the talkative senior sister of Jiyuan Peak, so she sealed off her divine sense and went to the side.

Xue Lan was watched by Lin Su in a small corner.

She originally wanted to get some information out of Zhu Lingzhi, but she was betrayed by her own companion.

If Wu Yijun, who was at the front, knew what she was thinking, he would definitely apologize and say, "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Xue, you don't seem like the type to keep secrets."

When almost everyone had arrived, the spirit of the Wan Gong Fang, which had disappeared, returned, its voice majestic: "Youngsters, this is Hidden Sword Mountain, a place where a human master craftsman stored his treasures a thousand years ago. It is also the first trial of the Wan Gong Fang."

"This level is called—Quest for the Sword!"

Xue Lan overheard Xue Tong muttering that it was good it wasn't a sword competition, otherwise he'd die laughing.

"This master craftsman forged over two thousand swords in his lifetime, all of which are located on this Hidden Sword Mountain. He carved his questions on the stone wall next to each sword. Only by answering these questions can one retrieve the sword. May you all achieve resounding success."

After speaking, the spirit of the artifact disappeared again.

Xue Lan stepped forward and grabbed Long Siyin's sleeve, asking her to remove the talisman from her mouth, otherwise she wouldn't be able to ask about the sword.

The group remained standing in place, while others nearby had already jumped onto the rock face and started climbing.

Seeing this, Xue Lan also activated her Void Stepping technique, lightly stepping a few times on the bottom stone wall, her whole body like a nimble mountain monkey, arriving at the nearest pine tree.

Two large characters were written on the stone wall beside the pine tree:

"Su Jun!"

Xue Lan slowly read out the words above.

"This master is quite artistic, so, what's the question about swordsmanship?" Xue Tong asked.

"I do not know either!"

While Xue Lan and Xue Tong were talking, the girl with the silver moon and gray wolf at the front had already taken a long sword, put it into her storage bag, and gone to a higher place.