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

Chapter 567 The Master of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop is Teaching

"Will your method work?"

It was rare for Xue Tong to refrain from mocking the Wolf King when he uttered such a startling statement; in fact, her tone even carried a hint of anticipation.

Xue Lan watched the strange blue-red flames burning beneath the smelting furnace, her fingertips tapping lightly on the stool as she hung at her side.

"Of course it's possible."

"The souls of the Uncrossed in the Thousand Realms are essentially transformed from humans and demons of the Yuanming Realm who were bewitched by the demons. Although they are imprisoned in the Thousand-Mile Wasteland because they cannot expel the demonic energy from their bodies, they are essentially souls of the Yuanming Realm."

"You can enter a new cycle in the Yuanming Realm."

Xue Tong recalled the conversation between Xue Lan, Xie Cuicheng, and Zhou Chenghuang not long ago, and her beautiful eyes were filled with worry:

"Isn't this too difficult?"

"Can the newly established complete cycle of reincarnation truly withstand the influx of souls from two different places at the same time?"

Xue Lan nodded quickly:

"Okay, okay."

Xue Lan's tone carried a sly smile:

"The complete cycle of reincarnation in the Yuanming Realm is like a giant wheel that keeps turning, connecting the destinies of all living beings in the Yuanming Realm and giving rise to its own unique power of laws."

"The laws of the Yuanming Realm have always been protective of their own, and they will unknowingly extract all the demonic energy from those souls without salvation, bit by bit, and then crush them!"

The woman's round, almond-shaped eyes curved into two small goldfish, emanating a chilling aura.

"After that, I can do whatever I want."

Xue Tong felt a chill run down her spine, a bad premonition rising in her heart. She spoke hesitantly:

"What you want to do, isn't it... again..."

"I knew you understood me!" Xue Lan said happily.

"Burn it all!"

Xue Tong couldn't help but shiver, and then a chilling voice echoed in her mind:

"Are you afraid?"

The girl in the blue dress quickly shook her head:

"I don't... I just feel a little creeped out."

Souls from all realms, mixed with demonic energy, burst into flames before their eyes, accompanied by piercing screams all around...

Xue Tong dared not think any further.

After the girl finished speaking, she lowered her head. The inner demon raised his hand and patted her head, smiling faintly as he spoke:

"You're just afraid."

"But then these kinds of things kept happening one after another."

The inner demon couldn't help but gently tug at the ribbon fluttering on Xue Tong's head:

"The masters of Wan Gong Fang are weaving the background of the Yuan-Ming map with the soul as the warp and weft."

"Xue Lan must use his own body to forge the heavens and reshape the Yuanming Realm, turning himself into a needle and severing cause and effect into a thread."

"The fire was always burning."

"Some sacrifice their lives for righteousness, while others deserve their punishment."

“The Yuanming world will never forgive traitors and scoundrels.”

The inner demon rarely spoke like this; his calm tone carried a hint of the gentleness reserved for an elder, and his icy blue eyes were like a calm mirror, making Xue Tong extremely uncomfortable.

"Becoming evil makes you three times stronger, while becoming good makes you three times weaker." Xue Tong muttered these words as she questioned Xue Lan.

What did you do to her? Wasn't it better to do things the way they were before?

"This is terrifying!"

The inner demon wanted to twist the child's head off, but in the end, it managed to restrain itself.

There is no weakness.

"She has simply lost some of her fierceness and become much calmer."

Inside the weapon-refining cave, Lord Wolf was amused by Xue Tong's words. His hand controlling the strange fire remained perfectly still, but his shoulder trembled slightly.

"You two wait for me a little longer, I'll finish taking care of things here."

As Xue Lan spoke, she looked up at Zhao Chen and Yan Shi, who were not far away.

The two men, who were focused on refining the weapon, both looked rather unwell. The array covering the furnace began to tremble. Zhao Chen's face was covered in sweat, and Yan Shi's legs were trembling.

Xue Lan, who had been sitting upright beside the two, couldn't help but feel a little restless.

All the people saw was Master Xue, who had been sitting upright to one side, slowly get up and walk over to the two anxious people.

Xue Lan walked up to Zhao Chen and Yan Shi, and first flew up to look into the huge smelting furnace.

Through the semi-transparent array, Xue Lan saw that the object in the furnace was a long sword with a dark red body. A liquid, light blue Ling Shuang Stone was floating next to the long sword. The two were intertwined, trying to merge together, but they could not succeed.

Rock, who had been intently watching the furnace, couldn't help but glance at Xue Lan.

The name of Master Xue in front of me was already well-known in Fengdu. He had been cultivating for many years, but his reputation and cultivation level had remained lukewarm until he became the master of Wan Gong Fang.

The honest-looking young man frowned with some worry, somewhat doubting Xue Lan's abilities.

Xue Lan was always good at perceiving other people's thoughts, and she noticed the person's gaze and thoughts the moment Yan Shi looked at her.

The woman turned slightly and smiled gently at the rock.

Yan Shi was surprised when Xue Lan suddenly turned to look at him. The woman's greyish-white eyes were like an endless expanse of land, so vast it was almost frightening. Yan Shi was caught off guard when their eyes met and couldn't look away.

He felt an invisible pressure, and the chill from behind made him feel as if he had stepped into a vast ice field.

But this feeling was fleeting. Xue Lan smiled gently at the rock, the ice and snow in her eyes disappeared, and spring was in full bloom.

Yan Shi let out a long breath, his limbs gradually warmed up, and his consciousness became much clearer.

The young man glanced at Xue Lan again, only to find that the woman had turned to face Zhao Chen and was no longer looking at him.

Xue Lan's voice was gentle and calm, yet firm and composed:

"Senior Brother Zhao, remove the array on the smelting furnace. I'll figure out the rest."

Zhao Chen glanced at Xue Lan, then at the somewhat illusory array above the smelting furnace, and spoke with some unease:

"Master Xue, the sword inside is a new creation from our War Puppet Mansion. It has seventy-two arrays carved on its blade, each one a deadly trap."

"After the formation is activated, you must be extremely careful."

"No wonder the Froststone couldn't be integrated even after being melted down to that state."

Xue Lan nodded slowly, her smile gentle:

"Okay, I understand. Let's get started, or the Qingshuitai will be blown to smithereens."

So Zhao Chen began to manipulate the array plate in his hand.

Xue Lan stood beside Zhao Chen and glanced once more at the smelting furnace:

"It's a good thing."

Before the age of seven, the disciples of the War Puppet Mansion cultivated all three paths simultaneously, and their greatest skill was to integrate the three paths.

Xue Lan was very satisfied with this.

The woman slowly raised her hand behind Zhao Chen and touched her brow.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xue Lan actually drew out a red and blue lotus flower from between her eyebrows, then flipped her wrist and pressed it directly against the red-hot smelting furnace.

"Congeal!"

A light and swift single word rang out in the weapon-refining cave. A sudden chill swept over everyone present, and streaks of pure white frost spread outwards from the two-colored lotus flower, enveloping the restless smelting furnace in the middle.

The extreme cold spread throughout the weapon-refining cave, and pure white frost flowers grew all the way outside the cave.

Xue Lan smiled gently at the stunned disciples:

"Come closer, everyone. I'm going to teach you something useful."

No one in the entire Yuanming Lower Realm is better at handling a furnace explosion than Xue Lan.

She can even use the fryer.

Xue Lan glanced around casually and saw that all the weapon refiners had gathered around. She nodded in satisfaction.

The woman cleared her throat, and when she spoke, her voice was incredibly loud:

"As you can see, this furnace is about to explode."

"But for us weapon refiners, furnace explosions are common. It's understandable that materials are poured in like water and all that's left is a pile of scrap iron."

"If the smelting furnace explodes, it's not impossible for half a mountain to be flattened..."

Xue Lan paused, then squinted at Jin Haiping, who was closest to her:

Do you know what I mean by saying this?

Jin Haiping looked at Xue Lan, his eyes gleaming with eagerness to learn, and upon hearing this, he exclaimed with delight:

"It's to tell us that everyone has a bad day, so don't be discouraged."

Xue Lan jumped up and hit the young man on the head:

"What do you mean, 'Don't be discouraged'?"

The woman's grayish-white eyes darted around a few times, then she looked at the many disciples in front of her and spoke loudly:

"The furnace is about to explode! Where are your protective magic items?"

"Why not take it out and wait to be fried?"

The disciples around them, who were overly excited by Xue Lan's personal instruction, seemed to suddenly realize something and began to put on protective magic items like a fishpond that had exploded.

The light emanating from before her was so dazzling that Xue Lan's eyes, which had been blind for so long, began to ache. The woman rubbed her temples and turned her head, then met Jin Haiping's large, clear eyes, which held a hint of foolishness.

Xue Lan jumped back in surprise: "What are you doing?"

The War Puppet Mansion favored these disciples who remained on the front lines. Jin Haiping had at least three protective magic treasures on him, and the light emanating from his body was completely at odds with his earth-brown clothes.

The young man's handsome face was full of apology: "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Xue, I was just a little curious."

"What are you curious about?"

"A young prodigy like Senior Sister Xue can instantly kill and advance to the Heavenly Rank with anything she refines. Has she never suffered a loss from a furnace explosion since she was a child?"

Xue Lan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, and the woman spoke in a cold voice:

"Where did you hear that from? Don't believe it's a rumor!"

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and Xue Lan then realized that everyone was straining their ears to listen to what was happening.

Jin Haiping asked with a grin, "Which part is a rumor?"

Xue Lan spoke calmly:

Both sentences are correct.

The woman turned to look at the smelting furnace, which was firmly bound and suppressed by the frost belt, and spoke in a relaxed and indifferent tone:

"First of all, when I was broke, I sold the spiritual weapons I crafted at the foot of Xuanling Peak in the Xuanhuang Sect. If every single one of them was a top-grade weapon, wouldn't I have been rich long ago?"

"Secondly..." Xue Lan turned her head and glared at Jin Haiping:

"I also caused an explosion. I once blew through two mountains and almost destroyed the cave of Sect Leader Dao Xuanzi. I also lost an arm."

The surrounding weapon refiners all looked at each other in disbelief, staring at Xue Lan in disbelief.

Sparks flew from the woman's fingertips. Xue Lan gently rubbed them together, and a flame resembling a lotus flower appeared in her palm. Then, it transformed into countless stars and fell into the smelting furnace.

"What's there to be so hard to believe?"

Xue Lan's tone carried a frank smile:

"I have never seen a genius who never makes a mistake."

This wasn't Xue Lan trying to comfort these people; it was simply that she had never seen them before, not even those as exceptionally talented as she had been in her previous life.

He also encountered confusion in his cultivation, and wasted hundreds of years on the art of time and space.

People will subconsciously admire the strong, especially the strong in the same field, constantly beautifying and perfecting them, eventually creating a perfect monster.

Someone below muttered softly:

"But Master Xue is really amazing."

Xue Lan smiled and looked at the person who had spoken earlier. He was a boy who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. His hair was shaved very short for the convenience of refining weapons. He had a cold face and deep-set eyes.

Unfortunately, there was a long scar above his left eyebrow that ran down half of the boy's face.

“Being very good doesn’t mean being perfect.”

Xue Lan looked into the boy's eyes, her expression still as gentle as before, but it made the boy's heart tighten slightly.

The boy couldn't help but look at Xue Lan and speak:

"But I want to be the best!"

"Whether it's weapon crafting or cultivation, I want to achieve perfection."

Xue Lan gasped inwardly.

Xue Tong, who had been idly observing the situation, laughed in a way that seemed almost superhuman:

"Xue Lan, don't you feel like you're looking in a mirror?"

Xue Lan, the person involved, gritted her teeth and spoke:

"Now I realize that Grandma Lu in the Heavenly Forging Hammer environment is really good-tempered."

At least he's better than her.

Xue Lan glanced at the young man and spoke calmly:

"What's your name?"

The young man spoke with neither arrogance nor servility:

"Huai Xing".

"Okay!" Xue Lan nodded gently.

"I will give you an answer before I leave Duanshui Pass."

Behind him, the smelting furnace seemed to stand still, enveloped in frost. Xue Lan glanced at the longsword and froststone inside, her gentle voice echoing throughout the refining cave:

"Your senior brother Zhao is forging a longsword here, which has been enhanced by an array. He wants to infuse it with the icy power of the Froststone as a source of spiritual energy, and use the ice spirit nurtured within it to imbue the sword with its spirit."

"Unfortunately, the strength of this overlay formation is not enough, and you two are too impatient."

Zhao Chen and Yan Shi remained silent, then both lowered their heads.

"You can't forge a weapon if your mind isn't calm." Xue Lan's tone carried a hint of vicissitude, but her gaze towards Zhao Chen and the other person was gentle.

"The successive waves of demonic tides on the desolate battlefield are making you anxious, but no matter how anxious you are, you must do things slowly."

"It's alright." Xue Lan clapped her hands with a smile.

"It's a blessing in disguise, not a curse. Today I'll teach you how to protect this sword."

The woman pointed to the dark longsword inside the smelting furnace and spoke to Zhao Chen:

"Your sword just happens to have a small Lingtian Frozen Water Array set up on it, which corresponds to the Ling Shuang Stone. It can suppress the strange fire in the skull and make all the icy power that the Ling Shuang Stone has released but has not yet merged into the sword obediently return."

As Xue Lan was about to extend her divine sense to activate the Lingtian Frozen Water Array, she was stopped by Zhao Chen beside her.

"Master Xue, let me do it myself."

"why?"

"Don't you trust me?"

Xue Lan asked two questions, somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Chen seemed a little embarrassed to speak, but finally mustered up the courage to say it:

"The sect leader's energy is too mixed."

Xue Lan rolled her eyes, and then Xue Tong and the inner demon heard the Wolf Lord's sinister voice:

"What is Yan Chengxue trying to do?"

To this, Miss Xiaotong simply spoke aloofly:

"roll!"