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

Xue Lan stood in front of the crowd, with all the lower realm trial participants standing behind her.

"You think you can do this!" The girl at the front, named Lin Buyu, held the small green bell in her hand, and a green magical light struck it.

The Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map behind Xue Lan arrived in front of her, its light shining brightly. The azure magical light that struck it was like copper coins falling onto cotton, silently absorbed as if they were being absorbed.

"Did you look down on people like this in your past life too?" Xue Tong asked Xue Lan quietly.

"I was busy fighting wars in my previous life, I didn't have time for this!" Xue Lan retorted to Xue Tong in an annoyed tone. In her previous life, she was always fighting wars, spending the first half of her life fighting alongside her father to conquer territory, and the second half fighting against the demons all by herself.

Xue Tong understood; Xue Lan must have been an unlikable person in her past life.

How could a genius who can share the burden of his elders and whose cultivation goes smoothly not be gossiped about behind his back?

Regarding your cause of death in your previous life, I suggest you investigate the demon geniuses you suppressed back then. I suspect they murdered you!

Xue Lan felt somewhat confused.

"Have you been reading those outrageous storybooks again lately?"

[Yes, yes, she was reported by someone who was jealous of her when she took the postgraduate entrance exam...]

"I do not want to hear."

Xue Lan interrupted Xue Tong and sent a telepathic message to the soul-guiding device that was absorbing the remnant soul of the true dragon.

【My dear daughter, the Emperor can't stop him!】

"My lord, my lord, just for a little while, please!"

Hearing the soft, sweet voice guiding her soul, Xue Lan felt her back straighten again. The girl looked at Lin in front of her without speaking: "Just me!"

"A mid-stage Golden Core cultivator? How laughable!" The Lin family youth behind Lin Buyu sneered, stepped forward, and slashed at Xue Lan with his sword. The sword light was sharp, but it concealed a murderous intent.

"Clang!" The sound of weapons clashing rang out as the Du Ying Sword collided with the pale blue longsword. Long Siyin looked at the white-robed youth before her with a cold expression.

"If you insist on sparring, I do have some knowledge of swordsmanship."

"What right do you, a cripple with a shattered Dao heart, have to compete with me? Can you even wield a sword now?"

Long Siyin smiled slightly: "Even if you can't lift a sword, I'll still beat you!"

Xue Lan's heart, which had been in her throat, immediately relaxed. She had almost been deceived by Long Siyin's gentle demeanor during this period.

Forgot that this man is the young sect leader of the Longsword Sect and the commander-in-chief of the Falling Cloud Mountain battlefield. A true prodigy.

If we're at a similar cultivation level, defeating this member of the Lin family in front of me would be more than enough!

The aloof facade that the young man from the Lin family had been feigning was shattered by Long Siyin's words, and a cyan longsword hovered behind him: "Lin Xunfan of the Lin family from the Upper Realm, may I ask for your guidance?"

Long Siyin smiled slightly: "Long Sword Sect, Long Siyin."

The battle was about to begin, and the two sword lights collided in an instant. The young man surnamed Wu looked at Xue Lan in front of him with an uncontrollable smile on his lips: "Why do you all have to be like this? It's just a wisp of dragon soul from the first level. It's not good to make a big fuss."

A pair of smiling eyes peeked out from beneath the young man's bamboo hat: "Fellow Daoist, my name is Wu Jin. I am a banished member of the Wu family of the Upper Realm!"

The tense atmosphere around them eased somewhat.

Xue Lan found Wu Jin quite interesting and gave him another look: "Xuanhuang Sect, Xue Lan."

Wu Jin glanced to the person beside him: "Miss Chongyu, this fellow Daoist and your family lord..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Jin saw the ice blade in front of him and was so frightened that he dared not utter a word.

The girl beside him lowered her hand, which was imbued with the power of ice, and clasped her hands in greeting to Xue Lan: "Xue Chongyu from the Northern Region of the Upper Realm."

While the group was talking, the Soul Guide had already absorbed the dragon soul, and the Dragon-Trapping Array behind them, composed of broken swords, suddenly collapsed, with the broken swords scattered all over the ground.

A wail echoed from the enormous weapon-refining chamber: "That was for testing! You spendthrift! You spendthrift!"

Xue Lan was unaware that the Soul-Guiding Sword had taken away the old actor from the Wan Gong Workshop trial. Now, holding the Soul-Guiding Sword in her hand, she found it increasingly pleasing to the eye.

Wu Jin glanced at the Soul-Guiding Sword in Xue Lan's hand.

"Fellow Daoist Xue, this treasure of yours doesn't have a contract yet?"

Xue Lan calmly returned the Soul-Guiding Sword to the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map.

"I am a weapon refiner, waiting patiently for her destined one."

"You really dared to part with Xue Lan!" Xue Tong said excitedly.

Just as Wu Jin was about to speak, he heard a sharp shout from above: "Get down!"

A white figure was knocked down; it was Long Siyin, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Du Yingjian anxiously chased after her.

"Siyin!" Wu Yijun called out worriedly, wanting to step forward but being blocked by Xue Lan. She looked at Xue Lan and found that the girl's expression was very calm, as if everything was within her expectations.

Long Siyin coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and looked at Lin Xunfan falling from the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Lin is indeed powerful, but Siyin promised not to wield a sword." The girl smiled as she stood up and looked at Lin Xunfan high in the sky.

"I'll allow you to use a sword! Can you lift it?" Lin Xunfan looked at the girl below with an arrogant expression.

Long Siyin's gaze was gentle yet firm. The girl glanced at the unusually excited Du Yingjian beside her. The sword was trembling slightly with excitement, as if its master was finally going to pick it up again after more than a month.

But to everyone's surprise, Long Siyin walked towards the scattered broken swords and picked up a rusty half of one of them.

"Look at Duying, it's about to break!" Xue Tong said.

Xue Lan looked at Du Yingjian. She looked like a wife who had discovered that her husband had taken a concubine behind her back, appearing magnanimous but secretly trembling with anger.

Long Siyin held the broken sword in her hand, and a long-lost feeling surged into her heart.

"Little Siyin, the things people care about most are the things they are most likely to lose!" Her father's words from when he was still alive floated into her mind.

"Father, I want to stay on Luoxia Mountain for the rest of my life and protect all living beings." She heard her own childish voice.

The man's voice was gentle and deep: "My little Siyin, the shackles of this wish are too heavy!"

Long Siyin wanted to ask how heavy it was. Was it as heavy as Luoxia Mountain? Was it as heavy as the great sword that established the Longsword Sect's sword lineage?

Now she understood that it was the weight of all people's lives, the most difficult path to cultivate in the world.

It was a promise he would uphold for a lifetime. He drew his sword upon witnessing the suffering of the people, and he would never regret it.

It's not that you can't draw your sword just because your Dao heart is broken.

Long Siyin held the broken sword in her hand, pointing it at Lin Xunfan, and gently thrust it out. It was as light as a feather falling into water.

However, Lin Xunfan on the other side did not think so. He sensed a sword aura as heavy as a ten-thousand-pound mountain coming towards him, which he could not avoid.

The boy frantically unleashed two sword beams, but to no avail. He was eventually pinned to the ground by the immensely heavy sword energy.

Long Siyin put down the broken sword in her hand and collapsed weakly into Xue Lan's arms.

"There's no need to work so hard!" Xue Lan said softly.

“But you are also a living being! I have lost my Dao heart, but I still have a human heart.” Long Siyin said in a hoarse voice.

Because her Dao heart was shattered, she could no longer use the Du Ying Guang technique, and at one point she was even unwilling to pick up the sword.

However, she also possessed a human heart, so she was willing to take up her sword to protect Xue Lan and the lower realm trial participants behind her.

Xue Lan was stunned, her heart filled with a tremendous sense of emotion, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Xue Lan suddenly smiled.

Yes!

The so-called unbreakable Dao heart is nothing more than the lifelong wish of a tender-hearted person!

It was a young girl's years of perseverance that clad it in armor, eventually making it an indestructible path.

Long Siyin equally protects every single one of these beings.