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

Chapter 206 I Don't Have Time to Guess Master's Thoughts

Xue Lan watched as the black-clad swordsman in the distance sheathed his longsword. His killing intent had diminished considerably, and Xue Lan was overjoyed.

The girl immediately bowed again to the single-edged sword: "Thank you for informing me, senior."

Dan Dao sighed inwardly as he looked at Xue Lan's impeccably polite demeanor.

Even so, one's mind is still clouded by demons.

The young man's voice was a little hoarse: "Let's talk somewhere else."

Having said that, he flew up to the roof like a nimble crow, disappearing in a few leaps.

Xue Lan pushed the empty bowl to the middle of the table and patted Xue Tong's head, saying, "Stay here with Sister Mingcheng."

Ming Cheng, who had been silent since Dan Dao appeared, looked at Xue Lan and couldn't help but say, "Why don't you take the child with you? Otherwise, the child will be scared with a stranger like me."

Xue Lan smiled gently at Ming Cheng, her smile exceptionally bright: "It's alright, my little sister has always been brave. As long as Miss Ming isn't afraid, that's all that matters."

Mingcheng had no choice but to watch helplessly as Xue Lan transformed into a dazzling red light and followed the single blade away.

After Xue Lan left, the two people at the table remained silent. Xue Tong seemed quite satisfied with the wontons, eating them in silence. In the end, she even finished the soup.

Mingcheng thought to himself that he was already in Xue Lan's hands, and there was no way he could easily escape from the immortal's grasp. So he gently asked Xue Tong, "Would you like another bowl?"

To everyone's surprise, the petite and adorable girl opposite her simply shook her head slightly, then looked up at her:

"Do you think you're about to die?" The little girl's voice was clear, but the question she asked sent a chill down Mingcheng's spine.

The woman spoke casually, "Little Tong, what makes you say that?"

Xue Tong rolled her eyes at her and said, "Stop pretending, your hands are shaking."

Mingcheng looked at his right hand: "No, I didn't!"

Xue Tong stood up from his seat, took out his money bag from his sleeve, and skillfully called out, "Uncle, check please."

The middle-aged man who was still busy at the pot immediately came over to collect the money: "Ten coins in total."

The little girl counted out fifteen copper coins from her purse and placed them on the shopkeeper's outstretched palm: "Uncle, are you mistaken? There are clearly three bowls of wontons here."

The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes and looked at the table. Sure enough, a third bowl had appeared on the table at some point.

“That’s not right, miss. That young lady only ordered two bowls of wontons, and there have only been the two of you here the whole time. I can’t accept this extra money.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the little girl in front of him smile gently.

"Thank you, Uncle."

After saying that, he took back the extra five copper coins.

Mingcheng had already gotten up and was standing to the side waiting for Xue Tong. When he saw the girl coming over, he turned around and left.

Xue Lan's voice was clear and melodious as she looked at Ming Cheng with her big, watery eyes: "Aren't you curious, Sister Ming Cheng?"

Mingcheng: "What are you curious about?"

Xue Tong thought for a moment and then said, "For example, why did I presume to give those five coins? Or... what my sister and that Brother Shan were talking about?"

Ming Cheng, dressed in a dashing black outfit, stopped in his tracks upon hearing this.

"Your elder sister just said that there is a difference between immortals and mortals. Immortals abide by the rules of the mortal world. Mingcheng wouldn't be so blind as to go looking for trouble with immortals."

Xue Tong somewhat disagreed with her point of view: "Does Sister Mingcheng really think that my sister and I have followed the rules of the mortal world?"

So what if they didn't guard it? Mingcheng pondered to himself.

How could a mortal like her deliberately gossip about someone who roams freely between heaven and earth and whose lifespan is comparable to that of the sun and moon?

Instead of creating more trouble for yourself, you should do what you're supposed to do.

Mingcheng's adoptive father, the old constable who passed away last year, liked to refer to immortals and monsters like Xue Lan with his single sword as "unspeakable."

The woman's voice rang out slowly: "The immortals of the Nine Heavens cannot be spoken of, nor can they be discussed lightly. We mortals, though as insignificant as ants, have our own things to do. How can we have time to guess your thoughts every day?"

"Xue Lan doesn't have time to guess what her master is thinking."

Xue Lan originally thought that Dan Dao's so-called change of location to talk was just to find a place in the city's restaurants, but she did not expect that this person would take her directly to the side of the official road outside the city.

The official road on the edge of Xiaoqing County connects to the dock outside Linyun County. Caravans pass by here, fully loaded with goods, and board ships at the dock in Linyun County to sell their products far and wide.

At this moment, at a tea stall located beside the official road, Xue Lan held a teacup in her hands and softly uttered these words.

"You didn't have time to guess what your master was thinking, so you came here to find me?" Dan Dao looked at the girl opposite him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I only know you and have heard of your master's great name. Why are you so sure? I know what your master is thinking."

Xue Lan placed the teacup in her hand on the table: "Xue Lan is not sure, but Master is Master, and he is the person Xue Lan respects."

Even if it's like finding a needle in a haystack, Xue Lan will still try to find it.

Dan Dao hadn't expected Xue Lan's answer to be so hasty. Looking at the girl in front of her, she suddenly remembered Ling Yuanzi.

Putting aside the fact that the person was willing to die for a vague and unrealistic plan, the person in front of us traveled thousands of miles just to find a needle in a haystack.

They're all the same kind of madmen.

The black-clad swordsman placed his long sword on the table. The moment he put the teacup down, the sword emitted a sound that only Xue Lan could perceive.

Its momentum spread out like ripples, heading towards Xue Lan's direction.

Xue Lan tapped her fingertips lightly on the table: "Su Jun."

A buzzing sound came from behind Xue Lan, and in just one moment, it knocked the ripples of the blade's momentum back.

Dan Dao's expression changed slightly: "A divine weapon."

Behind the Golden Core girl in front of them, a divine artifact was actually floating.

It was a longsword with a snow-white hilt, its body shimmering with brilliant light.

Standing in the Su Jun Sword Domain, Lü Su was surprised that Xue Lan would use her contract so soon. She looked at the unchanging sky of the Sword Domain with some worry and sighed.

The confrontation between the two happened in an instant, and Dan Dao knew he couldn't kill Xue Lan.

The girl across the table still maintained her calm and collected demeanor; even a vibrant red dress couldn't conceal the indifference that resided deep within her.

"I would like to hear the details," Xue Lan said slowly.

Dan Dao placed the knife on the table. Looking at Xue Lan, he asked, "When did you become Ling Yuanzi's disciple?"

"Thirteen years ago."

Thirteen years ago, Xue Lan's body was five years old. On its deathbed, it accepted Xue Lan's soul and was taken in by Ling Yuanzi on a snowy night.

From then on, Jiyuan Bamboo House was no longer a solitary dweller, but a few companions for decades...

“Thirteen years…” Dan Dao smiled.

"Little girl, you've come at a good time."