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

Long Siyin found the heaviest thing on the city wall of Luoxia Mountain.

The composed and ruthless senior sword cultivator was examining the defense map. Hearing footsteps, he looked up at her and asked, "You're back?"

Long Siyin clasped her hands in a respectful greeting: "Senior Brother."

Yue Zhong looked at the girl in white in front of him and pointed to the small stool used for resting: "Sit down and talk. Now that you're back, you should also take care of the Longsword Sect's affairs."

Long Siyin obediently sat down and asked, "Senior brother, during the time I was away, has there been any change in the battle at Luoxia Mountain?"

Yue Zhong slowly shook his head: "The war situation has not changed, but there has been some progress in the matter of the Sky Fish Clan that you sent someone to inquire about."

Long Siyin's expression immediately turned serious: "What did the Skyfish Clan say?"

Yue Zhong looked into his junior sister's eyes and said, word by word, "The sacred book of the demon race says that the fur is from the Silver Moon Azure Wolf."

"Silver Moon Wolf?" Long Siyin frowned slightly. "The Northern Glacier, the Undying Overlord. When did matters of the lower realm come to her attention? Or does she have a descendant in the lower realm?"

In Luoxia City, Xue Lan and Lian Chuan sneezed simultaneously.

Xue Lan held a tree branch in her hand, rubbed her nose, and casually blocked the attack from the boy in front of her.

However, the chill contained in the boy's sword still touched Xue Lan, and a layer of white frost appeared on the girl's eyelashes.

The white frost remained unmelted even under the high temperatures of Luoxia City.

Xue Lan looked at the young man in front of her and said with a smile, "It's been a long time. Little Fourth doesn't seem to care about Senior Sister at all."

Lian Chuan looked at the person in front of him, too lazy to say anything to her. The tip of the young man's sword rippled through a layer of ice and snow, like a beautiful circle of ripples.

However, the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is. This ice and snow, which contains the power of the Silver Moon Wolf's icy chill, can even freeze spiritual energy.

Xue Lan dared not be careless; she knew better than anyone the power of the Silver Moon Wolf bloodline. The girl took a few steps back, and with her fingertips, she drew out a wisp of strange fire from between her eyebrows.

The frost in front of them retreated step by step, turning into transparent water vapor under the scorching heat of the strange fire.

"Senior Sister, you've had quite a harvest this time?" Lian Chuan dodged the scorching flames and sheathed her sword.

He admitted defeat. He hadn't seen Xue Lan for a long time, and he couldn't keep spending all his time fighting.

Xue Lan withdrew her strange fire and waved her hand: "So-so."

Above the two of them stood a large, leafy locust tree, casting a large patch of shade on the ground.

Lian Chuan is now a tall and handsome young man. Perhaps because he has always been by Cui Wu's side, his personality is becoming more and more like Cui Wu's.

Xue Lan thought that the child in front of her was no longer the little dumpling she had been when she first entered the sect.

Lian Chuan's current height means Xue Lan has to crane her neck to see him.

"Senior sister..." Lian Chuan had to mentally prepare himself for a long time before slowly asking, "Did you make me practice the Frost Sword Technique on purpose back then?"

Xue Lan's faint smile froze for a moment, then the girl turned to look at the boy behind her, remaining silent for a long time.

In the end, Lian Chuan couldn't hold back any longer. The young man came over and stuffed a storage bag into Xue Lan's hand: "I knew it would be pointless to ask."

The young man in black took his sword and left, deciding not to speak to Xue Lan for a while.

Xue Lan untied her storage bag on the spot, took out a piece of poor-quality osmanthus candy, put it in her mouth, and then licked the sugar powder off her fingertips.

"Does he know something?" Xue Tong asked nervously, feeling a sense of exhilaration, as if a top-tier expert was right beside her.

Xue Lan put away her storage bag: "My junior brother isn't stupid. In this cultivation world, the last thing people should believe in is a vague coincidence."

"Once or twice is a coincidence, but three or four times is not."

Xue Tong let out a long sigh.

Actually, you can just give me any excuses about this later, since I won't understand anyway.

Xue Lan mocked her, "You're even less capable of getting things done than I was before."

The girl glanced at the setting sun.

"Xue Tong, do you know? Yan Chengxue's little doll."

【I know, I know!】

Xue Lan summoned his spirit boat and flew into the sky.

"Yan Chengxue gave him the greatest freedom. He could roam freely in the War Puppet Mansion and pick peach blossoms and break willow branches."

"So what?" Xue Tong asked, puzzled.

At this moment, the two had arrived at the outskirts of Fuyang City, where the people were being resettled behind Luoxia City.

Xue Lan didn't speak, changed her appearance, and entered the city. In a blacksmith's shop, she saw Lu Feng sweating profusely.

Although the two were only separated by an alley, it felt as if there were thousands of mountains and seas between them.

Xue Lan's voice rang out again:

"The little puppet may have developed some consciousness, but he believes that Yan Chengxue loves him."

"After all, that is his master, the master who will always be with him."

Xue Tong felt a chill run down her spine: "You mean...?"

Xue Lan looked at Lu Feng inside the blacksmith shop.

"Give the puppet some freedom, and don't let him discover that he is a puppet. Then he won't have any thoughts of rebellion or the threat of being taken away."

Xue Tong finally understood completely. Xue Lan had left Lu Feng to roam freely in Fuyang City so that he could be her puppet, a puppet with freedom but unaware that he was being controlled.

Is this what it means to be in a position of power?

With unseen threads pulling at her, could she also be a puppet in Xue Lan's hands?

Xue Tong dared not think about it anymore.

"Xue Tong?"

Hearing Xue Lan's concerned voice, Xue Tong suddenly came back to her senses.

I'm fine, I just got disconnected.

Xue Lan nodded: "I've been quite lenient with him. He didn't participate in the persecution of the women in Lujia Village, so Gu Yuan let him live."

The girl looked at her fingertips: "But his inaction is also a sin."

"To remain indifferent is also a sin."

Xue Tong wasn't sure if there was something wrong with her processing module, but she blurted out, almost without thinking: "Xue Lan, you still miss Xiao Shuang, don't you?"

I miss the peasant woman in the illusion who offered to carry my boat, and I miss Liu Shu who destroyed his own foundation to travel the world.

The girl looked at her, her eyes slightly red.

On the long street at dusk, the girl slowly raised her hand. Xue Tong saw that Xue Lan's fingertips and arms were covered with dense red causal threads.

A warm smile appeared on the girl's lips.

"These are my puppet strings!"

In that instant, Xue Tong understood what entanglement and attachment meant.

Missing someone is a form of concern, and so is obsession.

In this world of cultivation, whether they are ordinary people living ordinary lives or cultivators traveling through mountains and rivers, they are all puppets.

That is their connection with this world, some intangible, some tangible.

Xue Tong sensed the atmosphere suddenly becoming somewhat heavy, so she casually remarked, "It's good to have contact, unlike me who's always drifting around without any connections..."

The words stopped abruptly halfway through. Xue Tong noticed a faint red line growing on her body, so pale that it was barely visible in the air. It passed through the barrier on Xue Lan's sleeve and stretched straight towards the endless horizon.

Xue Tong's voice trembled slightly: "What is this?"

Xue Lan looked at the red thread: "This is your destined place, and it is the predestined relationship I have continued for you."

how far?

There are probably more than a dozen places far away, beyond the reach of the Golden Crow, a truly otherworldly realm.

The bedside device emitted a steady beeping sound as the woman carefully wiped the girl's hands and spoke softly.

"My little Ling, the bad guys have all been caught," the woman said slowly, her voice choked with emotion. "Mommy thought you went to play with the fairy!"

"Please talk to the immortal and ask him to send you back, okay? Please..."

In the Yuanming Realm, everything around Xue Lan froze instantly after she finished speaking.

Everything seemed to be frozen, and in the entire world, only Xue Lan could move.

A round mirror appeared on the girl's chest, and the reflection on it was blurry, as if shrouded in a mist.

The girl looked at the void before her and said, "According to Xue Tong, I should call you—Main System?"

A cold female voice echoed from the void: "State your conditions."

Xue Lan beamed with joy, and the girl clapped her hands: "I want that chance to make corrections."

"How do you make the correction?" a childish voice asked.

"If the situation in the Yuanming Realm becomes uncontrollable, I am willing to sacrifice myself to reverse time. I know you have that ability!"

The main system's voice was extremely cold.

"The river of time, like the waters of a mighty river, cannot be turned back."

The girl laughed immediately, as if she had heard something amusing: "That's what others think, what does it have to do with me?"

"I will use this Sun-Tracing Mirror as a bet, and also send her back."

"I wonder if this is enough for you all to provide me with a written contract?"

After a long while, a golden token flew out from the void, dazzling and eye-catching.

Xue Lan smiled, reached out and took it, looking at what was written on it:

"The contract is made, and it will last forever."