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

The snowstorm in the Northern Region was getting heavier and heavier, with heavy snowflakes raging as if trying to cover up all the evils on this land.

The Sun-Tracing Mirror floated in front of Xue Lan, leading Xue Tong towards Xue Qing's direction, while Little Tong was studying a new story behind them.

"Xue Qing's cultivation is not bad. The one who could drive him to this dead end must not be an ordinary demon. Are you ready now?"

This wasn't just Xue Tong worrying unnecessarily; Xue Lan's previous battles mostly relied on her inner demons, and her fights against the plot involved exploiting bugs like Lu Feng's.

Neither of the two good ones are currently on hand.

Xue Tong: I'm a little worried no matter how I think about it.

"It's alright, I still have Little Soul." Xue Lan reassured her, "The Soul Guide is a divine weapon after all. How could we possibly lose if we give it a shot?"

To put it another way, even if they send a top-tier demon lord over there...

This is the Northern Region River.

Lord Wolf King spoke proudly:

"I'm in the Northern Region right now, believe me or not, I'll scream..."

Xue Tong raised her hand to cover her mouth: "I believe you, I believe you, shut up."

She's worrying unnecessarily.

If Xue Lan were to have an accident in the Northern Region River, the Yuanming Realm would have ceased to exist long ago.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."

Xue Lan made a gesture to seal her mouth, but she remained silent for less than fifteen minutes before speaking again:

“Each disciple of the Silver Moon Wolf has a restriction left by their elders. As long as it is not a barrier between the upper and lower realms, it can be detected.”

"I'm rather curious, what kind of madman would dare to make a move in the Northern Region?"

"Ji Ping?" Xue Tong guessed. "Didn't he cause trouble for Lian Chuan in Beiyue City?"

Lord Wolf King mocked mercilessly: "He's not crazy, he's a fool I have in my grasp. But this time it's not like that, didn't you say so in your profile?"

Xue Lan's expression was unusually serious:

"Su Yunjie has been searching for the person who killed Xue Qing."

Lord Wolf sighed deeply.

"I really don't know how they dare to write a storyline if they can't even find the Silver Moon Wolf."

Xue Tong's heart, which had only recently been at ease, was gripped again: "Xue Lan. I know you want to save people."

"But I really don't want the host to die young."

Xue Lan turned her head and touched her head:

"I'm not considered to have died young at my age."

Xue Tong was on the verge of tears: "I really hope my inner demon can come back. I promise I won't curse her for a month... a year."

Xue Lan quickly severed the connection between herself and her inner demons.

With such tempting conditions, she feared her inner demons wouldn't be able to resist.

"It's no trouble for them," Xue Lan said with a smile.

"The Lin family's affairs are also very important. Besides, as the eldest lord of the Northern Wolves, isn't it a bit inappropriate for me to always be scheming against their inner demons?"

Xue Tong rolled her eyes at her: "Good heavens, do you still have a conscience towards her?"

Lord Wolf King gave a soft snort, clutched his conscience, and turned away without saying a word.

"Sister, don't worry."

Hearing their conversation, the spirit guide flew out from Xue Lan's sleeve and plunged into Xue Tong's arms:

"I will protect His Majesty."

Xue Tong lifted the little figure up and rubbed it against her cheek:

"You take good care of yourself too."

The soul-summoning creature, its little face distorted from being rubbed:

"howl!"

"Alright, don't worry." Xue Lan said.

"I've always been lucky."

After speaking, she activated the Sun-Tracing Mirror again, and the one or two people transformed into streams of light and disappeared into the void.

Meanwhile, in a mountain hollow less than a hundred miles from Xue Qing and the others, several blurry figures gathered from all directions, revealing themselves in the cold, shady mountain area.

There were four people: one woman and three men, each wearing a black robe that could completely envelop them. However, the shapes and forms of the bodies beneath the robes varied, with some having extra pieces and others missing pieces.

Defective products gathered together, creating an eerie and terrifying sight.

"Have you detected the Silvermoon Wolf?" one of the men asked hoarsely.

"If we still can't complete the mission this time, we'll just have to wait to be turned into monsters by the adults."

"Let's think about how to get back alive first," the smallest man said.

"This is the Northern Region River, and in a few days that person will be here..." He deliberately lowered his voice:

"That person's birthday!"

"Shut up!"

A girl's clear voice came from under the black hood; she was the one whose transformation was the least noticeable among them.

She looked up at the man who had spoken earlier, and a dark, eerie fire flickered in his dark eye sockets.

She raised her hand and grabbed the man's neck. In the howling wind and snow, the only sound for a moment was the cracking of the man's throat bones.

The man's body convulsed and spasmed repeatedly until he was drained dry and turned into a pile of ashes.

With a gust of wind, it was swallowed up by the heavy snow of the Northern River and disappeared.

"Since you've already chosen to serve the master," the black-robed girl said, scanning the crowd.

"Don't even think about backing down."

The other two men exchanged a glance and then lowered their heads in unison.

"Yes."

The girl nodded in satisfaction, then raised her hand to form a hand seal and pressed it onto her left chest.

A bright green heart was ripped out of her chest, with faint purple blood vessels still attached to it, which were then severed one by one.

This is a demonic artifact she nurtured with her own soul and blood, and it is also the ultimate weapon in this assassination attempt. It can disregard realms and extract souls, devouring them in an instant.

Their purpose in this journey was to bring back the soul of a Silver Moon Wolf.

The girl looked at the emerald heart in her hand, and a hint of fascination appeared in her one intact eye:

"My lord, Li Xiang will not let you down."

In the northern region, the wind and snow howled, foreshadowing impending change, while in the Lin family of the central region, thousands of miles away, the sun shone brightly.

The lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom, shimmering with soft, four-colored light.

Lin Qi was playing chess with someone upstairs.

On the opposite side of the chessboard, a dark mist sat there, occasionally manipulating the chess pieces.

Lin chess dropped a piece:

"Even now, you still won't let me see your true colors?"

"Fellow Daoist is joking."

A hoarse voice came from within the black mist: "I'm still a little afraid of my master."

Lin Qi couldn't help but chuckle softly:

"Isn't it a bit too early for him to start calling you 'adult' now?"

The black mist did not reply immediately, but instead raised its hand and waved away the disguise on its body.

Lin Qi saw an extremely young and beautiful face, with captivating fox-like eyes.

"Midnight Fox".

He put all the chess pieces into the chess box, and then spoke:

"Aren't you afraid Xue Lan will notice if you get so close?"

"After all, it is one of the twenty-four tribes of the Northern Region."

"She's not what she used to be, neither in terms of strength nor her acumen," the young man said with a smile.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place. My clone in the Northern River has been flawless for eight hundred years."

"Then let's offer our best wishes to the High Priest." Lin Qi glanced at the lotus flowers in the pond.

"Conquer the Northern Region as soon as possible."

Thank you for your kind words.