NFBE Chapter 500 Every sect leader can't escape it
Chapter 500 Every sect leader can't escape it
After being attacked by Xue Tong for being stubborn, Xue Lan visibly became listless.
The lord of the workshop suffered a huge blow in his efforts to manage his subordinates properly.
"So I guess I'm better suited to handling everything myself, huh?" the woman said in a low voice.
Xue Lan patted her shoulder:
"Everything is difficult at the beginning, but you'll find that..."
"What will happen next?" Xue Lan turned to look at her, her tone somewhat excited:
Will things get better afterward?
Xue Tong ruthlessly shattered her illusions:
"It will only get harder from here on out!"
Xue Lan squatted down and hugged her head, utterly dejected.
"I'm genuinely curious. Back in Beiyuchuan, did you really not care about the affairs of the wolf clan at all?"
Xue Lan's muffled voice came:
“When Father was alive, there was Mother. After Mother passed away, there was Xue Cheng. After Xue Cheng passed away, there was Xue Ji.”
"What about Xue Ji when he was a child?"
"There are very few battles among the demon races in the Northern Region. Usually, once I draw my sword, we can discuss everything properly."
Xue Tong understood that absolute military force could solve all problems.
Even if they don't get along in private, they still have to be harmonious in front of Xue Lan.
The girl's tone was tinged with wistfulness:
"The arrogant wolf is the eldest son of the king. All the suffering in his previous life was brought by the demon race."
No wonder they hate demons so much.
"How about this!" Xue Tong brought up his system panel and pulled out two books.
The inner demon leaned forward for a glance, then couldn't help but laugh.
Nothing more than that, one of these two books is called "Speak Human Language to Humans, Speak Ghost Language to Ghosts".
Another book is called "Master of Balancing in Three Months".
The inner demon watched as Xue Tong placed the two books in front of Xue Lan and spoke earnestly:
"It's too late to find someone to teach you. You'll have to work hard on your own and cram as soon as possible."
"Most of the masters in the Wan Gong Fang are sincere people and relatively easy to fool. You only need to learn about 50% of it."
Xue Lan peeked out and saw the words "carry water" immediately reminded her of Dao Xuanzi.
Lord Wolf's head started to ache even more.
But headaches are a headache, and it's something that every sect leader has to deal with.
Xue Lan got up from the ground, rallied her spirits, picked up the two books, and began to read:
"I'll do my best."
Xue Tong looked at her intently:
"I believe you."
Xue Lan is actually quite good at studying, after all, he was severely punished by Daoist Qingyin when he rebelled.
The woman's pale fingers turned the pages of the book in her hand, full of confidence.
Then Xue Lan rubbed her temples and turned to the second page...
After an incense stick had burned, and after Xue Lan rubbed her temples for the thirty-fifth time, Xue Tong finally couldn't hold back anymore.
"Don't look so distressed, it makes it seem like I'm abusing you."
Xue Lan sighed and closed the book:
"I can understand and put it into practice, but..."
Xue Tong asked with some curiosity:
"but what?"
Before Xue Lan could speak, the inner demon answered first:
"But you find it too much trouble, right?"
Despite Xue Tong's angry expression, Xue Lan nodded slightly:
"It is a bit troublesome."
Xue Tong couldn't help but hit her on the head:
"Dead wood can't be carved!"
Having been beaten, Xue Lan seemed to have a legitimate reason not to read the book, so he stuffed both books into his sleeve:
"Let's stop reading now and go back to the front of the mountain."
"What kind of thing is it if a sect leader isn't present at the Ascension Ceremony?!"
"Have you forgotten?" Xue Tong asked slowly.
"You came to the back mountain ostensibly to supervise whether any demons have infiltrated the illusion."
Xue Lan waved his hand dismissively:
"I've already checked, it's not there!"
Xue Tong was extremely surprised:
"When?"
Xue Lan straightened her clothes:
"When Grandmaster Linghuang severed my karmic ties..."
The woman paused slightly, then spoke again with an air of arrogance:
"I am Xue Lan, the number one in divine sense in the Yuanming Realm!"
Xue Tong clapped his hands:
You're the best! You're the most amazing!
Xue Lan squinted, enjoying Xue Tong's praise, then suddenly opened her eyes wide:
"No, wait a minute!"
The woman spoke in surprise:
"You're usually so good at coaxing me, did you read that book called 'Speak Human Language to Humans, and Ghost Language to Ghosts'?"
Xue Tong rolled her eyes at her and flew towards the front of the mountain first:
"No, I speak to demons as they appear!"
Dao Xuanzi appeared to be watching the Ascension Ceremony trials on the front mountain, but his heart had already flown to the back mountain.
For the Xuanhuang Sect to sever its lineage and establish its own sect, Xue Lan was the first to do so.
Dao Xuanzi's face was cold as ice, but he was always worried about her.
As the old man was lost in thought, a black streak of light flew over from the back mountain and landed in front of everyone, transforming into Xue Lan, dressed in a magnificent black robe.
The woman bowed to the crowd:
“Fellow Daoists, Xue Lan has just checked all the children in the trial and found nothing unusual.”
The woman's words were appropriate and her manners were impeccable.
However, all the powerful figures present stared at her intently, as if they had seen a ghost.
The Xuanhuang Sect aura on Xue Lan's body disappeared.
The cultivation techniques practiced by disciples of major sects will more or less be imbued with the sect's lineage aura, which these people can tell at a glance.
When Xue Lan left just now, she still carried a strong aura of the Xuanhuang Sect's lineage, but now it's completely gone.
Some people present immediately recalled Xue Lan's decision to leave the Xuanhuang Sect.
The decision was correct, but wasn't it too fast?
A lineage of Taoist traditions, cultivated for decades, was severed in just one hour.
The Xuanhuang Sect is terrifying beyond measure.
With these thoughts in mind, some people quietly looked at Dao Xuanzi.
The old man, dressed in silver robes, sat upright in the main seat, looking at Xue Lan without saying a word.
He saw Xue Lan slowly look at him, her gray eyes devoid of any light, and her face completely expressionless.
It's like a cold, hard stone.
The elderly man experienced some chest tightness and shortness of breath.
Mingming was a lively child this morning.
Just an hour ago it was still...
Xue Lan bowed to Dao Xuanzi, then returned to her seat and closed her eyes to doze off.
Since she's blind now and observing the trial with her divine sense, who cares whether her eyes are open or not?
As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard Xue Tong's voice:
"Your device is really useful! I can see that your senior uncle is already starting to feel unwell!"
Xue Tong stood on a small cloud on the horizon, at least fifty miles away.
"You have such good eyesight!" Xue Lan complimented.
"I'm trying to act all cold and aloof while holding back my laughter. I feel like I'm about to break down."
Xue Tong plopped down on the soft clouds:
"If you can't hold it in, don't pretend. Your true nature isn't so easy to suppress!"
"no!"
Xue Lan spoke firmly.
"I have to at least pretend to tell them about breaking the boundary, otherwise I'm afraid I'll get beaten to death!"