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

Xue Lan carried the slightly hot spear blade, which had been struck by lightning, back to her weapon-forging room.

The moment the door to the weapon-refining room closed, the entire main hall of the refining arena erupted into a frenzy of activity, like boiling water.

"What is she doing? She attracted heavenly lightning before she even finished refining it?"

"Who knew, according to her, this wasn't the first time..."

"Nonsense!"

The spirit that had finally managed to maintain the balance of the secret realm let out an angry roar.

"She wants it a few more times? She's gone too far!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two thick vines grew out of the entrance to Xue Lan's weapon-refining room, sealing the door shut.

Seemingly feeling that this was still not safe, several rock pillars sprouted from the ground beyond the vines, firmly blocking the door of the weapon-refining room.

After doing all this, the little old man, leaning on his cane, picked up the teacup that had fallen under the table and washed it clean. The teapot that had been broken also flew back onto the table, the fragments piecing together to form a complete teapot, filled with tea.

The spirit poured himself another cup of tea before joining the ancestral tablets in their conversation.

"His skills are fine, it's just his temperament... he's not up to any great task!"

Each memorial tablet represents a personal grudge held by someone.

A memorial tablet stepped in to smooth things over: "It's rare for someone to climb the Ten Thousand Crafts Ladder and refine a strange fire. Let's see how he fares. He's just a child; let's discipline him a bit..."

A deafening boom interrupted his words as the door to Xue Lan's weapon-refining room blasted open, the shockwave sending some of the memorial tablets flying a considerable distance. A young girl, her face covered in soot, ran out, carrying a long spear in both hands, shouting as she went, "I didn't know that just connecting it meant it was finished!"

The girl, making a ruckus, carried the long spear out, and the spirit of the artifact quickly began to maintain the secret realm.

Thunder rumbled outside, and the spirit of the artifact heard the last tablet speaking through gritted teeth: "This child is incorrigible, impetuous and unreasonable!"

The spirit: This knife has finally cut him.

Xue Lan stood at the entrance of the main training ground, watching the lightning strikes continuously outside. She felt a sense of relief, as if she had escaped a calamity.

After returning to the weapon-forging room, she first used magic to seal the lingering power of heavenly lightning within the spearhead. Then she began to cast the spear shaft.

The gun's barrel is made of a rare mineral from Jiyue Mountain called Wanjun Rock. It is said that a piece the size of a palm weighs a thousand jin. Xue Lan now possesses a strange fire, and he melted it when he went out last time, planning to cast it directly upon his return.

The casting was successful, and the temperature cooled down quickly.

Xue Lan looked at the gun blade beside her and thought that she might as well strike while the iron was hot and put the two parts together.

So Xue Lan fused the gun barrel and blade together with a strange fire.

No sooner had Xue Lan succeeded than she noticed her hair beginning to float, and the air filled with trace amounts of lightning spiritual energy.

The tribulation of lightning is imminent.

"No, this is still a half-finished product. I haven't even engraved the patterns yet!" The girl hurriedly picked up the spear and rushed towards the door, but the door to the weapon-refining room could not be opened no matter what she did.

Seeing that the heavenly lightning was about to pierce through the entire weapon-refining room, Xue Lan made a tough decision. She took out a small ball wrapped in soft gold fabric and channeled her lightning spiritual power through her fingertips.

……

Thinking of this, Xue Lan patted her chest. Luckily, she was smart; otherwise, if she had destroyed the masters' weapon-refining rooms, she would have been scolded to death.

The spear was being pounded by thunder outside. Xue Lan felt a chill run down her spine and turned around to see the memorial tablets in an even more disorganized state than before.

The girl muttered, "Who did this? How despicable!"

Memorial tablets: It's you! Your whole family is despicable!

Xue Lan looked at the lightning outside. This lightning was different from the one she had discussed with the Heavenly Dao last time; it struck uncontrollably, crackling and sputtering for a full hour before finally stopping.

Xue Lan looked at the spear in front of her and the pitted ground around it.

"The one we agreed on before is more accurate. Let's see how this tribulation goes." The girl stepped forward, picked up the black spear, and complained, "A celestial artifact undergoing tribulation, the secret realm is doomed."

Xue Tong felt that Xue Lan had a conscience, but not much.

The fallen memorial tablets watched the girl leisurely carry her spear, humming a little tune as she went back. After entering the weapon-refining room, she even used soft gold thread to patch up the hole in the door.

After a long while, one of the memorial tablets spoke, a gentle female voice: "This child is a bit uncontrollable!"

The spirit looked at its shaky secret realm and let out a cold snort.

Xue Lan returned to the weapon-refining room, extinguished the fire in the furnace, and began engraving patterns on the spear. A month passed in this manner. The memorial tablets outside enjoyed a rare period of peace.

When the engraving was complete, Xue Lan held the spear up to his eyes.

Xue Tong saw a slight smile appear on Xue Lan's lips.

This is a jet-black spear with a gleaming blade. The lower half of the straight shaft is engraved with auspicious cloud patterns, while the front half features serrated lines spiraling upwards like a spiral.

Compared to the cloud pattern in the lower half, the serrated lines were carved much deeper. Xue Tong suspected that if Ji Jinjin gripped the gun with a little more force, these serrations could pierce her hand.

Xue Lan smiled and said, "Xiao Tong, I've changed my mind!"

"I was thinking of sealing the demon spirit inside the spear to make things easier for my aunt, so that it would be easier to control after achieving balance. But now I've changed my mind."

The girl slowly sat down, placed the spear to one side, and took out the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map from her sleeve to begin modifying it.

The girl's voice was calm: "Xiao Tong, do you still remember telling me how Auntie died in her previous life?"

Xue Tong was somewhat frightened by Xue Lan's current state, and spoke tremblingly: "She was tricked by a traitor and died in another world."

Xue Lan spoke softly: "Yes, I was tricked and died in another world."

The girl's voice became slightly hoarse for a moment as she gently stroked the spear standing to one side, caressing the serrated inscriptions on it.

"This is called Blood Battle Mark, which is the shape of the teeth of a kind of magical beast in the desolate region. It is layered and overlapping, and once it bites a person, there is no way to break free. It tears a large piece of flesh from the person's body."

"I want her to always hold this spear tightly, as if it were her life, and never let it out of her hands."

"As for the demonic spirit, I sealed it all within the blade of the gun." Xue Lan circled the blade portion on the drawing.

"This is certainly not a good way to suppress her, but I have confidence in my aunt."

"I want her to always be wary, not only because she is my junior sister, but also because she is the commander-in-chief of millions of soldiers."

Xue Lan wrote the two characters "Xuan Sha" next to the drawing, and then slowly stood up.

Xue Tong felt a warmth in her chest; she thought this was the best solution.

It's not about rushing to save her, or constantly protecting her. It's about letting her grow, making her stronger than in the original story.

This ensures that no villain or evil spirit can plot against her.

Xue Lan suddenly picked up a long spear from the side, which should now be called Xuan Sha.

Xuan Sha spun in Xue Lan's palm, the tip of the spear catching a ray of sunlight slanting in from the crack in the doorway.

The girl's voice contained an air of unparalleled pride:

"I want her to be vigilant and cautious, to be unstoppable, and to always point her spearhead forward."