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

Chapter 255 Recalling a Self-Destructing Master

Ling Yuanzi dedicated himself to cultivating the Dao in his disciple's demonic heart for many years, never imagining that in the process, he would pull out the demonic thoughts from Xue Lan's demonic soul.

The woman opposite, with white hair and blue eyes, was dressed in red, giving off a feeling of red plum blossoms covered in snow.

"Master, Xue Lan did not intend to do such a thing as betraying her master and ancestors."

"But Xue Lan has no other choice now."

Her tone was filled with utter devastation, as if she had been subjected to a tremendous injustice.

The inner demon thought Xue Tong was truly pitiful, arguing alone with the people from Bingdeng Academy on the front mountain, destined to miss Xue Lan's excellent acting skills.

Ling Yuanzi looked at the person in front of him who was shrouded in demonic energy. He was first shocked, and then he was filled with uncontrollable anger.

Just now, thinking that Xue Lan had been possessed by a demon hidden in her body, I felt sorry for Xue Lan's body and did not hit her too hard.

Now that he knows Xue Lanzhen has become a demon, the old man is so angry he's about to explode.

Xue Lan composed herself, her thoughts slightly out of control, and said with a smile, "Master, don't be like that, just smile!"

Then she saw the old man suddenly look up. The venerable Lingyuan Zhenren, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was not only not smiling, but probably ready to clean house on the spot.

But Xue Lan didn't care; Ling Yuanzi couldn't kill him anyway. Even if this was her destiny, she would bring Ling Yuanzi back to the sect.

"Master, come back with me!"

Xue Lan looked at the red line connecting Ling Yuanzi's back to the black pillar: "The cause and effect behind him has also been severed, and he is still connected to the Demon God. Don't you find it unlucky?"

Ling Yuanzi stared intently at her, and after a moment, he seemed to have lost all his strength and abilities.

There's no mistake, that demeanor and appearance—it's definitely his eldest disciple. It can't be someone else impersonating him.

Seeing that the old man opposite her remained silent, Xue Lan suspected that he had some expectations for the summoning ceremony of the Demon God. So she carefully spoke up: "If Master really wants to see the Demon God, I have some ways."

At worst, a sacrificial dance can rekindle our past bond; we must still fulfill our master's wish.

Ling Yuanzi no longer wanted to talk about her.

He now deeply misses Xue Lan, who questioned him with red eyes when they first met.

People always learn to cherish things only after they lose them.

The old man sheathed his broken sword, letting it hover behind him: "Does your senior uncle know about your current state?"

Xue Lan said sullenly, "Even our own master doesn't care, how can we expect anything from our senior uncle?"

Ling Yuanzi's lips twitched, and he opened his mouth as if to ask something, but Xue Lan knew what he was talking about.

"Auntie and the others don't know that I am the understanding senior sister who raised them. I love my junior brothers and sisters the most. After falling into demonic possession, I should have quietly left and found a place to wait for death. How could I let them be sad?"

Every sentence mentions Ling Yuanzi, yet every sentence is about Ling Yuanzi.

The old man's face flushed slightly as he spoke frankly.

The inner demon on one side was practically laughing hysterically.

After mocking Ling Yuanzi enough, Xue Lan became serious and spoke again: "Master, Xue Lan respects your teachings and asks you one last time to return to the sect with me."

Ling Yuanzi gave a wry smile: "You've been refining weapons for many years, and your divine sense is powerful. You must have seen it long ago."

Everything Master has done is like draining the pond to catch all the fish.

It remains a withered, decaying tree, beyond revival.

To finally see Xue Lan, even if it was a Xue Lan tainted with demonic energy, would be enough for him.

The old man made a sword-like gesture with his hand, secretly making a move behind his back.

Xue Lan felt something and smiled as she spoke:

"Master is a good master. Are you planning to leave your disciple here as well?"

Ling Yuanzi seemed to have been struck by a pressure point, unable to utter a single word.

Then Xue Lan's words were heard again: "Master, there is no need to blame yourself. Senior Tu Shan Yan said long ago that Xue Lan has deep demonic roots and will become a disaster one day."

"Those who have fallen into demonic possession have unstable minds and should be executed on the spot. If one day Xue Lan truly loses control of himself, then..."

The woman chuckled softly, as if she had thought of something amusing.

"He would also commit suicide to atone for his sins."

Her inner demons trembled; she had an innate aversion to the word "suicide."

After a thorough confession, Xue Lan spoke again: "Master, please come back with me. To be honest, I know that you are cultivating the Ephemeral Spring Technique. I am terrified and have already told the elders of our sect about your great feat of sacrificing yourself to support the mortal realm."

The woman had a wicked grin on her face. Ling Yuanzi could see clearly that what she meant was, "I'll become a demon and you'll ruin yourself. When Grandmaster Qingyin arrives, we'll both die together."

After they die, they are placed in two coffins in one pit, and in their next life they will still be master and disciple.

Ling Yuanzi looked at Xue Lan and swore that he had never taught this person such a vicious and self-destructive tactic.

Going back is impossible. I have been connected to the pillar's karma in this place for several years. If I were to self-destruct now...

This should be able to slow down the arrival of the demon god...

Thinking of this, a look of kindness appeared in Ling Yuanzi's eyes as he looked at Xue Lan.

"Lanlan, your master is not a good master."

Xue Lan, who had one hand forming a hand seal on the Sun-Tracing Mirror behind her back, sneered upon hearing this.

"He's preparing to self-destruct. He's using his own life to drag the Demon God down." The Inner Demon spoke calmly, looking at Ling Yuanzi with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Even after ten thousand years, those in the lower realms still do not have the courage to face those scum."

Then she looked at Xue Lan:

"What are you standing there for? Your master is about to die!"

The sound was unusually sharp, like a steel knife piercing Xue Lan's mind, causing her to shudder.

"Are you guys crazy? It's rare for him to talk to me properly, what's wrong with me wanting to listen a little longer?" Xue Lan's tone was laced with anger. She glared at the inner demon.

Ling Yuanzi was still rambling on and on, and he looked at Xue Lan with tears welling up in his eyes.

The woman's voice choked with sobs: "Master..."

The two locked eyes, and even though his disciple was now blind, Ling Yuanzi felt a deep sense of affection for him.

All the spiritual energy in his body converged into his dantian, where a miniature version of Ling Yuanzi sat, his expression indifferent, awaiting his impending tragic end.

The old man had a faint smile on his face and gave Xue Lan one last look.

then……

Then the spiritual energy stopped moving.

The spiritual energy gathering towards the Dan Palace suddenly stopped just as it was about to be injected into the Nascent Soul, as if it were blocked by an invisible wall and could not advance an inch.

Not only that, Ling Yuanzi's entire body, and even his soul, were frozen and could not be moved.

Only the eyeballs can move slightly.

The old man struggled to turn his eyes to look at Xue Lan.

A young woman with white hair and blue eyes stood on the snow, her right hand forming a hand seal that Ling Yuanzi had never seen before. It resembled a folding fan.

"Master, you won't die!"

The woman tossed the hand seal upwards and slowly walked towards Ling Yuanzi.

Only then did Ling Yuanzi realize that the seal was not a fan, but a circular talisman folded from the center, with a total of three layers.

At this moment, the patterns on the first layer, like a kaleidoscope, pulsed rhythmically as if breathing.

Xue Lan walked to Ling Yuanzi's side and glanced at the causal connection between him and the pillar behind him. A smile appeared on her lips.

She's a professional at severing karmic ties.

"Su Jun!"

With a flick of her wrist, a pale blue sword light flew down from the sky and landed in Xue Lan's hand. Xue Lan didn't use any fancy moves; she held the sword in her left hand and gently placed it on the red lines.

Like a feather falling to the ground, yet with immense force, the red lines taut instantly, then twisted strangely, as if resisting the sword energy.

But all efforts were in vain. In no time, the red threads were reduced to dust by the sword energy.

Xue Lan dealt with the red thread, then took out a binding rope from her sleeve and carefully tied Ling Yuanzi up.

"After more than ten years, I've finally found my master!" the woman said with a smile.

"Let Master explain what happens next to all the senior disciples!"