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

Dao Xuanzi was good at holding grudges. It's true.

Xue Lan stared at the mountain of files piled up in front of her, her forehead creased with exasperation. The girl stammered, "These...all of them?"

Xu Qinghe, who was in charge of the handover, nodded, her beautiful eyes filled with pity: "This is part of it. The sect leader asked you to organize it."

Within three days.

The girl flipped through the files in front of her, first pulling out a book titled "Loving Swords Like Life: Seventy-Two Ways to Maintain a Chinese Paladin," and then another titled "Crossing the Dust of Fate." They were clearly popular folk tales from the mortal realm.

Xue Lan's gaze was resentful: "How do I organize it?"

Is this a dossier? This is Dao Xuanzi's resentment.

Xu Qinghe had no choice but to speak frankly with Xue Lan: "Whether you tidy up or not is not important. The most important thing is that he doesn't want to see you cause any more trouble."

Xue Lan nodded knowingly and casually opened the book "Crossing the Dust of Fate" in her hand.

There are pictures! There are pictures...

The girl glanced at it briefly and then tossed the book aside.

Xue Tong craned her neck: "What good stuff is this? Let me see!"

Xue Lan coldly warned her, "Trying to see everything will only harm you."

"So, Master Uncle really doesn't love me anymore, right?" Xue Lan spread out a sheet of Xuan paper on the table in front of her, and the girl's voice sounded somewhat lonely.

Xu Qinghe wasn't buying it anymore, and left after saying "Take care of yourself."

No sooner had Xu Qinghe left than the person who had been sitting upright in front of the table suddenly slumped down. Xue Lan sat slanted, one hand supporting her on the ground, the other clutching a black object.

"Did you say that? Nightmare?" Xue Tong asked.

Xue Lan nodded: "It's a rather rare thing among the demons. It can enter other people's dreams. My master and I got one before."

Having worked with Xue Lan for quite some time, Xue Tong accurately grasped the key points in the girl's words.

How did you get it?

What will I use it for?

Xue Lan straightened up, suddenly feeling proud.

"It's for my aunt's sake. That child has a special destiny. She was surrounded by evil spirits just a few days after we picked her up, and she has nightmares every night. But she is just a mortal child after all. We can't rashly use our divine sense to explore her dreams. What if she becomes stupid?"

If they're mentally challenged, just get them treated.

"What if you drool after you're cured?" Xue Lan rolled her eyes.

"Afterwards, Master planned to get a dream demon and use it to enter her dream."

"There is a dark and gloomy cave on the back mountain of Qingyu Peak, where a Demon-Hunting Flower grows. My master stole the Demon-Hunting Flower and went to Dianzhu Pavilion, the most luxurious place in the capital of Dayong Dynasty."

Xue Tong sensed something was amiss: [Dianzhu Pavilion? Could it be the one I'm thinking of?]

Xue Lan waved her hand: "Child, don't overthink it. In short, Master stayed in Dianzhu Pavilion for one night and brought me a nightmare."

Xue Tong asked in a low voice, "Could you elaborate on this matter?"

Xue Lan: "It's inconvenient."

The girl automatically ignored the incident where Yin Shishi, after discovering the Demon Hunter Flower was gone, tied her up on the back mountain of Qingyu Peak and drew her robe until it was torn. She raised her hand and continued writing.

The girl wrote a large character "归" (return) on the rice paper in front of her.

"My master and I entered Jinjin's dream with the help of a nightmare demon, and we acted with her there for four years."

"You've been acting for four years?" Xue Tong asked, somewhat puzzled.

Xue Lan placed the black object on top of the character "归" (return).

“She suffered a major trauma when she was young, and her entire dream is made up of fragments. My master and I can’t just appear out of thin air; it has to be reasonable.”

"So in her shattered dream, my master and I were two guards by the young lady's side one moment, and the next moment we were street vendors wandering the alleys."

At this point, Xue Lan, holding a calligraphy brush, rhythmically called out, "Candied hawthorns, fragrant and sweet candied hawthorns..."

Xue Tong interrupted her: "There's no need to reenact the scenario; I believe you."

“My master and I need to modify her dream. We shouldn’t make major changes, but the strange things must be removed. It’s only been three days, but it felt like four whole years in her dream.”

The girl sighed, "Look at her now, she doesn't even know how to be filial to her senior sister."

Xue Tong slowly spoke: "She already likes you a lot."

If it were me, I would have stabbed you to death already.

Xue Lan gathered a wisp of magic power at her fingertips and placed it on the Xuan paper in front of her. The character "归" (return) in the very center glowed slightly, and the black object emitted a crisp "click" sound.

A small purple bud peeked out from the crack, quietly unfurling its leaves and swaying slightly. A red fruit hung from its tip.

"Are you... planting a nightmare?" Xue Tong felt like she was seeing a ghost.

"What else do you think?"

Xue Tong looked at the swaying little bud, its tender stems seemingly unable to support the red berries on it, its leaves trembling, as if it were struggling terribly.

It looks quite cute.

Xue Lan felt it was necessary to let Xue Tong know the dangers of the world.

"Come out and pet it, it's so well-behaved~"

Xue Tong emerged from Xue Lan's sleeve and transformed into a little girl in front of the table, her snow-white fingers slowly touching the leaves of the bud.

The little thing seemed to really enjoy the touch, shaking its leaves to rub against Xue Tong's fingers.

It's so sticky...

Before Xue Tong could finish speaking, the stem supporting the fruit, which had been docile and cute, suddenly swung violently, and the red fruit split open from the middle, revealing a dense array of teeth, and bit off half of Xue Tong's finger.

Xue Tong froze, her back instantly soaked with cold sweat, and the young girl took a few steps back. She heard Xue Lan's voice:

"Clingy, so clingy it'll bite off your finger."

Xue Tong's body was an illusion; the half of her bitten finger regenerated in a few breaths, but the shock she felt just moments before still lingered in her mind.

The demons, they really are...

The little sprout on the table now showed its ferocious nature, shaking and struggling as it tried to bite Xue Tong.

Xue Lan watched as the little girl stepped forward, rolled up her sleeves, and in one swift motion, gave the menacing red fruit a big slap.

The red fruit, along with the black body below it, spun on the rice paper.

This was the first time in Xue Lan's life that she had seen Xue Tong angry: "You're so ungrateful!"

Xue Tong used all her strength in that slap, which shut the red fruit up. It was so afraid of Xue Tong's fingers that it didn't even want to bite them.

Xue Lan was more decisive than Xue Tong; a sword aura emanated from her fingertip, slicing the red fruit in half.

The two halves of the red fruit fell onto the Xuan paper in front of the two people, continuing to grow with red marks, and finally turned into two small buds.

Xue Lan muttered, "Plant one today, harvest the whole family tomorrow."

Xue Tong asked her, "Is this the use of the Nightmare?"

Xue Lan smiled and said, "I have a bold idea. What if we add the Dream Demon to Luo Shengzi to deal with the Demon Clan, and let the Demon Clan fall into a collective dream?"

Xue Tong mocked her: "[Boiling beans with beanstalks as fuel, does the underworld know you're planning to create such an efficient way to exterminate demons?]"

Xue Lan was amused by her way of speaking, and the girl's eyes turned slightly red with laughter.

"They probably don't know. As far as I know, no one will be coming here in the next two days."

"My goal is to fill this place with plants."