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

Chapter 593 I'm Not a Useless Temporary Worker

The night was dark and the wind was howling.

Xue Tong shot an arrow that struck a demon who appeared out of nowhere, and looked towards the center of the demon realm with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"I hope Xue Lan isn't in trouble."

"will not!"

The inner demon wielding the Heavenly Forging Hammer managed to reply to Xue Tong during the battle, and incidentally knocked away a demon.

"If anything happens, I'll be the first one to get there."

With the promise from her inner demon, Xue Tong felt a little more at ease, and the girl raised the Blazing Flower Bow to aim at another demon.

"Snapped!"

"Zheng!"

With a crisp sound, a sharp arrow gleaming with a cold blue light pierced the heart of a demon.

At the same time, Xue Tong felt a cool sensation on her cheek, followed by a slight pain. It traveled from her left cheek to her shoulder.

She slowly looked at the Blazing Bow in her hand.

The bowstring broke!

A short sword, half-severed and wreathed in demonic energy, pierced through the fabric of her shoulder, pinning the girl to the rocks behind her.

"Xiaotong!"

The pain in her shoulder slowly subsided, and Xue Tong heard the call of her inner demons.

The short sword was blocked by something and didn't actually stick to Xue Tong's shoulder. With a slight movement from the girl, it fell down.

"I'm fine!"

Xue Tong raised her hand and pressed it against her shoulder. The demonic energy swirling around her wound desperately tried to penetrate her body, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, never to return.

An annoying voice rang in everyone's ears:

"Strange, it can't be corroded at all."

The numerous high-level demons who had been fiercely attacking not far away suddenly stopped and all looked behind them.

A tall, slender man slowly emerged from the smoke and dust of the battle.

A pale blue light appeared in Xue Tong's palm, slowly repairing her body.

The girl bit her lip tightly, searching for information about the demon that had suddenly appeared in front of her in the system space.

A moment later, the girl in the moon-white dress wiped the blood from her hands on the hem of her skirt and softly uttered two words:

"Turan".

The demon man before them was one of the most powerful demon lords in the lower realm, on par with Xuan Shuo, and a figure feared by Qingyin Daojun and others.

Turan.

"You actually know my name?"

Turan looked at Xue Tong, a hint of interest appearing in his blood-red eyes:

"What exactly are you...?"

"boom!"

The young man had barely uttered a word when he was struck by the Heart Demon wielding the Heavenly Forging Hammer, and was sent flying backward, embedding himself in a mountain peak half a mile away.

The inner demon twirled the Heavenly Forging Hammer in his hand, and endless frost seemed to grow in his round eyes, identical to Xue Lan's, freezing the world with its chilling aura.

"What do you mean by 'thing'?"

She spoke softly:

"As expected of a demon beast, after studying for ten thousand years, it still can't learn to speak properly."

Xue Tong's shoulder wound had healed, and the demonic energy from the broken short sword beside him was like a rope that had been torn apart, falling down in a rustling sound.

Turan didn't expect the inner demon to make a direct move. The young man climbed out of the mountain with an evil smile and flew back to Xue Tong and the others, trying to recall the broken short sword by moving his fingers.

Unfortunately he failed.

The young man frowned slightly, his bloodshot eyes filled with excitement:

"Such powerful divine sense and sword intent."

In the brief exchange just now, he had severed all the demonic thoughts hidden in his sword.

It was turned into a sharp piece of scrap metal.

The inner demon knew what was going on when it heard Turan's words.

Xue Lan had previously left sword intent and divine sense on Xue Tong.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Xue Lan's sword intent is not easy to deal with, so she doesn't need to worry about Xue Tong's safety for the time being.

The woman twirled the Heavenly Forging Hammer in her hand, her voice arrogant and unrestrained:

"This demon lord needs to be taught a lesson for attacking a young girl in front of her parents."

Upon hearing this, the woman transformed into a swift red shadow and flew towards Turan's direction.

"boom!"

The shockwaves generated during the battle stirred up all the surrounding sand and gravel, and Xue Tong instinctively wanted to find a place to hide.

This level of combat is beyond her control.

But in the instant she turned around, the girl saw Zhu He wielding his sword and slashing at people not far away.

The young man's clothes were soaked in dark purple demonic blood, making it impossible to see their original color, but he still relentlessly slaughtered demons.

The stinging pain from before still lingered faintly on her now-healed shoulder, but Xue Tong just smiled gently.

Everyone is fighting, what kind of nonsense is it for her to hide now!

Anyway, I won't die in this world; it's just a body.

Thinking of this, a dazzling ice-blue light appeared in the girl's eyes, and countless data flowed within them, instantly turning into a cold river.

The girl gently raised her hand and brushed it across her forehead:

"Xue Lan!"

Upon hearing this, the woman, who was about to approach the center of the Demon Realm, paused slightly and spoke:

"what happened?"

Xue Tong's voice was cold and firm:

"External forces cannot interfere with the Yuanming Realm in too many ways."

"Could you lend me that sword intent as a weapon?"

Xue Lan's divine sense had already detected the change that had just occurred, and upon hearing this, she smiled and spoke:

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Lord Wolf is quite interesting." Xue Tong stretched her injured shoulder.

"When you brought me into conflict with the Heavenly Dao, didn't you think I might be afraid?"

"Hurry up!" A pure, unadulterated hatred flashed in the girl's eyes:

"Before you return, I'm sending them to the Thousand Realms of Ghosts!"

Xue Lan nodded with satisfaction:

"it is good!"

"Clap!"

With a crisp snap of her fingers, Xue Tong felt a cool sensation between her brows as a small, white-gold sword-shaped mark appeared on the girl's forehead.

She gave a triumphant smile, then raised the broken-stringed Zhuohua Bow.

A torrent of icy blue data poured out from the girl's body, instantly wrapping around the bow and transforming into a pale blue bowstring.

An equally icy blue arrow was nocked on the bowstring, its tip shimmering with a faint glimmer of platinum.

Zhu He had just finished killing a demon in front of him and was now panting heavily as he looked ahead.

The spirit-splitting ring on his wrist restricted his ability to mobilize his spiritual power, making it impossible for him to use all of his spiritual power. The situation would only become more and more difficult for him in the future.

The young man leaned on his Xinghe sword, his fingers lightly tracing the spirit-splitting ring on his wrist, pondering whether he should crush it here.

It would be good if we died here, as it wouldn't be considered a breach of the promise that Senior Sister and the elders of Xuanhuang Sect made to the Immortal Sect.

"Zhuhe!"

Just as the young man was trying to crush the spirit-splitting ring with his fingertips, a girl's clear voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp whistling sound of an arrow piercing the air rang out behind Zhu He. A demon that had been hiding behind Zhu He at some unknown time was pinned to the ground. Under the corrosive force of the arrow tip and sword energy, it let out an exceptionally sharp long howl and turned into ashes in an instant.

Zhu He turned around and looked at Xue Tong, who was still in an archery posture not far away, with some surprise.

The girl tilted her head slightly and smiled at the young man:

"What's with that expression? Are you surprised?"

“I’m not a useless temporary worker.”

"I know I know!"

Xue Lan, who was making steady progress towards the center of the Demon Realm, started praising others:

"Miss Xiaotong is highly skilled in martial arts, let's give her a round of applause!"

After saying that, he conjured up the sound of clapping in his mind.

"Okay, okay."

Xue Tong felt that she was acting a little strange.

She liked Xue Lan's praise, but she couldn't stand the Wolf King's overly awkward praise.

The girl fired several more arrows, driving away several demons who were near the Zhu River, and asked Xue Lan in a calm and steady voice:

"How's it going on your end? Did you encounter any demons on the road?"

Xue Lan gently shook her head:

"There have been no high-ranking demons along the way."

Xue Tong found it a bit strange.

"Isn't this a bit too strange?"

"It's not exactly strange." Xue Lan looked at Shen Suan Zhenren walking ahead of her:

"I'm keeping something from the high-ranking demons in the Demon Realm, and I dare not let them get too close..."

A strange feeling stirred within her. Xue Lan quickly raised her hand to look at her wrist, then smiled faintly and spoke:

"Xiaotong."

"what happened?"

Xue Lan couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, her voice filled with undisguised joy:

"Lu Feng and Ji Yun ran into each other."

Xue Tong smiled too.

Beyond the Demon Realm.

Looking at the beautiful woman who suddenly appeared at the opening of the mountain valley, Lu Feng felt that the worst decision he had ever made in his life was to become Xue Lan's temporary worker.

The young man gripped the sword behind him with a look of utter despair.

You said that demons would come looking for you, but you didn't say they were demons in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm!

Lu Feng: How do we fight this?

Should I twist my head off and let her bite it?

Ji Yun was badly injured by Sui Xin's hammer blow. After finally escaping the Demon Realm, she had no strength left. The woman lay on the ground, her demonic energy constantly circulating to heal her injuries. Even so, she was still powerless for a short time.

The woman gently looked up in Lu Feng's direction.

To make matters worse, they encountered human cultivators lying in ambush here!

No!

Ji Yun struggled to her feet and gave Lu Feng a bright and clear smile:

"Senior brother. I am a cultivator from the Jiangyun Sect. I was kidnapped by the demons and brought here. I hope you can save me. I will repay you handsomely when I return to my sect."

As the woman spoke, her alluring red eyes stared directly into Lu Feng's eyes, making him feel slightly dizzy.

Lu Feng pretended to sway twice, a dark glint appearing deep in his eyes.

"It's an illusion."

The fact that this demon, who was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was trying to control him with illusion magic meant that she didn't want to have a conflict with him right now.

The young man's mind was racing, and his eyes were growing brighter.

There are only two reasons why this demon in front of me is unwilling to have a conflict with me.

Firstly, she was wary of him and dared not make a move.

Another possibility is that her own cultivation level is compromised, making her afraid to fight him.

Considering her disheveled appearance just now, Lu Feng quickly guessed the reason.

Xue Lan released a severely injured early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator for him.

The young man gripped his longsword tightly, looking at Ji Yun with an air of innocence and simplicity:

"Could it be Junior Sister Liu from the Jiangyun Sect? I came here specifically to find you. Please verify the token."

As he spoke, the young man took out a simple and unadorned jade pendant from his sleeve and held it up to Ji Yun.

"Thank you, senior brother!"

Ji Yun looked incredibly grateful, as if she had survived a disaster, and with trembling fingers, she took out a jade pendant from her sleeve.

It was exactly the same as the one in Lu Feng's hand.

Lu Feng couldn't help but purse his lips.

Others may not know the origin of this jade pendant, but does he not?

This is a piece of soul-nourishing jade that he obtained when he was a rogue cultivator and killed someone. It is so ugly that it is the only one of its kind in the world.

At this point, he was certain that the woman in front of him was indeed a demon.

The young man smiled as he accepted the jade pendant from Ji Yun's hand, his face beaming with joy.

"It really is Junior Sister Liu! Senior Uncle Xue has been waiting for you for a long time. Then, please follow me and mount your sword. The Demon Realm seems to be in turmoil. We need to leave here as soon as possible."

As he said this, the young man released the immortal sword in his hand and stepped forward to extend his hand to Ji Yun.

Xue Tong, who was watching this scene while being besieged by the demons, couldn't bear to watch any longer.

"No way, no way, they can't possibly be talking about this kind of thing, can they?"

"It's all your fault for sweeping that hillside too clean; it's perfect for romance."

Xue Lan ignored Xue Tong's unreasonable accusations and spoke with a hint of doubt:

"It can't be that bad, Lu Feng is a very cautious person. He probably won't..."

"what the hell!"

Before the woman could finish her sentence, she heard Xue Tong scream.

There was no other reason than that Lu Feng took advantage of Ji Yun's lowered guard and chopped off one of his confidante's hands.

At the same time, three bloody scratches appeared on his back, with a piece of flesh torn off.

Xue Tong couldn't help but sigh:

"They really don't trust anyone, they're the chosen ones who are destined to be rivals!"

"I knew it." Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief, her tone full of appreciation:

"I knew Lu Feng was a good kid who valued his life."

Xue Lan looked solemnly at the corner of the black altar that appeared amidst the blood-red mist not far away:

"The rest is up to you. Keep an eye on all parties."

"I'm going to see an old acquaintance!"

After saying this, Xue Lan quickly stepped forward and grabbed Shen Suan Zhenren's sleeve, her eyes sparkling with joy:

"Uncle-Master, are you scared?"

Before the True Man of Divination floated a tortoise shell used for divination, upon which the eight trigrams constantly shifted, finally settling on an ominous hexagram.

"Heavenly thunder is without cause."

The diviner glanced at the divination result, then smiled and spoke to Xue Lan:

"Heaven does not wish for it to proceed! Heaven will not allow it to proceed."

Xue Lan released the old man's sleeve, and the Soul-Guiding Sword appeared in the woman's hand, radiating a soft yet profound golden light.

"Master Uncle, follow behind me."

"Heaven does not wish for it to proceed, and Heaven will not allow it to proceed!"

"Then let us defy the heavens!"

The moment the two stepped into the area surrounding the altar, Tingnu, who was standing on the altar, sensed it. The old man took a couple of sniffs of the air in front of him, and his sinister eyes darkened further.

"Master Priest!"

The woman's clear, melodious voice reached the old man's ears. He turned his head slightly and saw the crimson mist surrounding the altar slowly dissipate to both sides, and a woman in black with a faint smile slowly walked out from within. Behind her followed a thin, withered old man.

Xue Lan and Ting Nu exchanged glances, both sensing the murderous intent and coldness within them.

Shen Suan Zhenren looked behind the old man on the platform, where a faint "monster" was tied to a huge iron pillar. It had long since lost its human form due to the corruption of demonic energy.

Shen Suanzhen felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart; his fingers trembled, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

But he suppressed it.

The surging bloodlust was forcefully suppressed by Master Shensuan. The old man slowly raised his hand towards the figure on the altar, as if patting his disciple's shoulder from afar. Finally, he spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Yuan'er..."

"Master is here."