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

Xue Lan stayed at the front line of Luoxia Mountain for less than ten days before returning to Xuanhuang Cave.

As soon as the Xuanhuang Sect's flying boat entered the mountain gate, Xue Lan saw the enormous arena suspended in mid-air. It was suspended directly in the middle of the Xuanhuang Sect's peaks, with newly grown branches of the Linghuang Tree wrapped around it, as if lifting it high up.

The flying boat landed in front of Xuanling Peak, and Xue Lan saw Shen Suan Zhenren waiting for her as soon as she stepped off the boat.

Shen Suanzhen was wearing a moon-white long robe, and looked much better.

"Your master said that I should teach you."

Xue Lan knew it was probably about the Ascension Ceremony again. The girl nodded gently, "Thank you for your trouble, Uncle-Master. How have you been lately?"

Shen Suan Zhenren looked at the girl in front of him: "Cultivators at my level have never suffered any injuries for thousands of years. Why do you need to ask me about it every time you see me?"

Xue Lan smiled and said nothing more.

The two rode the clouds together to Xuanling Peak. The small square on Xuanling Peak had been almost set up. This was where the sacrificial ceremony would be held. In the middle was a huge purple-gold incense burner, which was now emitting wisps of green smoke.

The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood.

Xue Lan and Shen Suan Zhenren walked slowly forward, ascending the white jade steps.

Shen Suanzhen handed a scroll to Xue Lan.

"This is the eulogy, keep it safe!"

Xue Lan tucked the eulogy into his sleeve: "This disciple will remember it."

Many disciples around greeted the two, and Master Shen Suan nodded gently in response to each one.

When they reached the top of the altar, a light rain began to fall without warning.

Shen Suan Zhenren stood in front of Xue Lan, his back to her, and said, "According to the current intentions of the Six Sects, they are going to officially start a war with the Demon Clan."

After speaking, Master Shensuan looked at his disciples busily working below the altar.

Xue Lan wasn't surprised that Master Shen Suan would suddenly bring up this topic. After the full-scale war, perhaps only one in ten of these disciples would survive.

The young girl bowed slightly to the old man before her: "Uncle-Master, we all had to come to this point eventually."

Shen Suan Zhenren nodded: "Yes!"

The demon race has been invading for ten thousand years; we can't keep hiding like cowards forever. Now, with geniuses gathering in the lower realms of Yuanming, it's the perfect time for humanity to launch a counterattack.

He just...

Having cultivated to the Nascent Soul realm and devoted himself to divination for a thousand years, he finally...

In the end, he got himself entangled with his few apprentices.

"Your senior uncle looks so sad!" Xue Tong whispered.

Xue Lan remained silent.

Master Shen Suan removed the sorrow from his face and said with a smile, "Uncle-Master Xuan Ji wants to see you. He should be at Qingyu Peak now. Go!"

Xue Lan didn't say another word, gave a slight bow, and left.

Watching the girl's dark figure disappear into the drizzle beneath the altar, Master Shen Suan looked up at the hazy sky.

The old man murmured softly, "Defying fate... will inevitably lead to calamity..."

When Xue Lan arrived at the foot of Qingyu Peak, he saw Master Xuanji sitting under a blue stone, drinking from a wine pot.

"My master is so kind to me!" the girl said with a smile.

"Is this good for you?" A smile crept across Master Xuanji's eyes. "Come here, your wrist!"

Xue Lan rolled up her sleeves and, while Master Xuanji was taking her pulse, said, "You knew I couldn't go up Qingyu Peak, so you specially waited for me at the foot of the mountain."

Master Xuanji laughed even harder upon hearing this: "You're really overthinking it. Shishi said that all the spiritual herbs on the mountain died when you went up. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come down to wait for you."

Xue Lan's upturned lips immediately fell: "Can I say she's slandering me?"

Master Xuanji wanted to say a few more sarcastic remarks to her, but before he could even utter a word, the expression on his face changed.

“Spiritual root?” Master Xuanji asked.

Xue Lan knew she couldn't hide it from him: "I refined my golden core inside the Wan Gong Fang secret realm."

Master Xuanji felt that his mental fortitude had improved, so he tapped Xue Lan on the head with his backhand: "How dare you!"

After saying that, Master Xuanji added, "Your master was like that back then."

Xue Lan was extremely curious about what happened to her master back then, and exaggeratedly covered her head as she moved closer to Master Xuanji: "What was Master like back then?"

Master Xuanji did not answer her question directly, but instead gave her a pill: "Eat this first. After you offended the Gu Master of Chonggu Village and then used a strange fire to temper the pill, sooner or later you will go to Jiyue Mountain to borrow that Soul Refining Whip and give you a good beating."

Xue Lan shrank back, not daring to speak.

"Go prepare for the Ascension Ceremony first, and then I will personally take you to see the Gu Master."

Xue Lan nodded: "Thank you, Grandmaster."

"Wait...don't thank me yet!" Master Xuanji waved his hand: "Now tell your grandmaster, when did you stop feeling pain?"

Xue Lan's expression froze.

Can't feel pain?

The girl rolled up her sleeve and pinched her arm, but felt no pain at all.

She stammered, "It was probably... after being struck by lightning while forging magical artifacts..."

Seeing her reaction, Master Xuanji thought that he would send a message to the sect leader of Jiyue Mountain tomorrow, asking him to bring the Soul Refining Whip when he came to participate in the Ascension Conference.

Xue Lan lowered her head, not daring to say much. She found Master Xuanji terrifying.

"Are you serious? This is your own body!" Xue Tong scolded Xue Lan. "Can't you pay a little more attention?"

"I don't know, it must have been damaged when I was struck by lightning. There's something wrong with my compatibility with this body."

【I know, I know, it's a hardware and software incompatibility issue!】

Xue Lan mimicked her tone: "Tell me more!"

Xue Tong began her performance: "[That's simple. Your soul deemed the physical body utterly useless and automatically abandoned it.]"

You think that way, right? You believe you can live without this body.

Xue Lan felt that she knew too much.

Xue Tong grinned mischievously: "But not now! My Wolf Lord..." Xue Tong looked at Xuanji Zhenren, whose brow was slightly furrowed: "Someone cares about this broken body of yours that I've possessed."

Xue Tong's words exploded in Xue Lan's ears, making her feel dizzy.

"Since someone cares."

Xue Lan slowly said, "Then I'll be more careful!"

After pondering for a while, Master Xuanji wrote a prescription for Xue Lan, who immediately noticed the Julan root on the prescription.

"Grandmaster, this medicine..."

Master Xuanji said nonchalantly, "This was brought by Shishi from Siyaochuan back then, and it has no medicinal effect."

Xue Lan: "Then why?"

"Shishi said that we can add some to those patients who can't help but want to slap them over, to preserve the dignity of medical repair."

Xue Lan was somewhat speechless. She bowed and prepared to leave, saying, "This disciple takes his leave."

"Wait a minute..." Master Xuanji called out to Xue Lan, "Your health is really not good. You are born with a deficiency that is difficult to treat. Have you really not felt anything all these years?"

Unable to come up with an excuse, Xue Lan finally whispered, "This disciple doesn't usually pay attention to this!"

Master Xuanji thought about it and agreed. Xue Lan might look small, but after cultivating, he possessed superhuman strength. All he did all day was swing a hammer and bang things around.

Finally, Xue Lan, who spent all day swinging a hammer and banging things around, took the prescription and returned to Jiyuan Peak.