NFBE Chapter 401 Let's talk about the terms!
Chapter 401 Let's talk about the terms!
Before me stood the pitch-black Apocalypse Pillar, and above me was a completely black sky.
The air around Xue Lan was filled with an extremely turbulent atmosphere, as if everything was dry wood that had been scorched by the blazing sun for a long time.
With just a tiny spark, it can ignite completely and burn everything to ashes.
Xue Lan stood before the Pillar of Revelation, a wisp of icy sword intent swirling around her fingertips.
Xue Lan rubbed her fingertips together slightly, and the sword intent in her hand turned into a scattered wisp of sword energy, which slowly flew towards the real world where Xue Tong was.
As Xue Lan shattered the sword intent, in a secret realm in the distant upper realm, a young woman with a celestial sword on her lap slowly opened her eyes, her gray-blue eyes as deep as a well.
The woman raised her hand and caught a few wisps of sword energy that had returned from the turbulent currents of distant time and space.
"Lingyuan or Xuan'er?" the woman murmured slowly, as the sword energy dissipated from her fingers, turning into wisps of mist.
"This is the opportunity you've been waiting for?"
A particularly aged voice came from behind the woman. She turned her head slightly and looked at the disheveled old man sitting on a blue stone behind her, his sharp eyebrows and eyes carrying a hint of a smile:
"Yes!"
The old man looked at the woman and smiled gently:
"It's probably not either of your two disciples!" The disheveled old man rose from the bluestone.
"Your eldest disciple is the sect leader of the Xuanhuang Sect. He is too concerned about people and too upright."
"Your little disciple was betrayed by a demon priest five hundred years ago and lost all his pride!"
"The one that triggered your sword intent this time should not be either of the two of them."
The young woman spoke softly:
"Who could that be?"
"You must understand that the sword intent I left there cannot be touched by anyone but a cultivator who has reached the Void Realm. It cannot be touched by anyone but a determined pursuer."
The disheveled old man chuckled, recalling the little girl he had seen at the Thinking Cliff of the Xuanhuang Sect before returning to the Upper Realm.
"Don't you know? Ling Yuanzi has taken on a disciple, and that child is a suitable candidate to join the game."
The woman's gray-blue hem was alluring, looking like a dark flame.
She gently shook her head: "His disciple's cultivation level should not have reached that level."
"Who knows? Anyway, I find that young girl quite pleasing to the eye!"
"Whether it is or not, just take a look!" The disheveled old man waved his hand lightly, and a light screen appeared in front of the two of them, displaying a phantom flowing image that looked like paint being stirred on the surface of water.
Half an hour later, the colors on the screen slowly stopped rotating, and the two of them looked at the light screen together...
This glance was significant; within the frozen image on the screen—
A pair of dark almond-shaped eyes were slightly curved, staring intently at the two of them.
When Xue Lan released those sword energies, she deliberately added some threads of cause and effect that only she could perceive to them.
Unexpectedly, her impulsive act to verify her suspicions actually led her to see the person she had guessed.
Xue Lan looked at the two people spying on her, one of whom was even an acquaintance of hers.
It was Wu Qianshan, whom he had met once before at the Thinking Cliff of the Xuanhuang Sect.
The Wu family from the Upper Realm.
The other young woman, with sharp eyes and brows, if her guess was correct...
It must be the master of Ling Yuanzi and Dao Xuanzi, and my own grandmaster—Wei He!
He is also the owner of the sword mark in this spacetime turbulence.
Thinking of this, Xue Lan tilted her head slightly, revealing a sweet smile amidst the somewhat surprised expressions of the two people opposite her:
"Greetings, Grandmaster! Greetings, Senior Wu!"
Upon hearing Xue Lan's voice, Wei He gently gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes flashing with coldness as he scrutinized the powerful demonic aura emanating from Xue Lan.
Wu Qianshan heard the woman's chilling voice:
"You mean, Ling Yuanzi took a powerful demon with at least the early Nascent Soul stage as his disciple?"
Wu Qianshan was completely dumbfounded at this moment, while the old man watched as Xue Lan almost gouged out his eyeballs.
The old man's tone was hurried and impatient:
"Absolutely not! When I saw her more than ten years ago, she was only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, and she was definitely human. Absolutely!"
“She was definitely not like this when I first met her.”
Seize the body?
Possession?
Or was it an impersonation?
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the longsword was drawn two inches from its sheath. A cold, gleaming light emanated from the gleaming blade.
Xue Lan seemed to sense that unparalleled killing intent.
"As expected of our grandmaster!" the woman said with a smile.
"Xue Lan?"
Having barely managed to sort out her thoughts, Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan again and saw a faint smile on his lips. A longsword, shrouded in a pale blue aura, appeared in his slowly raised right hand.
"Su Jun!"
In the workshop of the Ten Thousand Craftsmen, Nie Jing's memorial tablet suddenly jumped up, its voice filled with joy.
Xue Lan gently grasped the Su Jun Sword, a slightly cool breeze flowing through her wrist.
The woman slowly raised her hand, her voice soft:
"Shouldn't the grand-disciple of the grandmaster be unparalleled in swordsmanship?"
"I have made a fool of myself."
Su Jun Sword twirled in Xue Lan's hand, and a gentle breeze brushed against Xue Lan's wide sleeves, lifting her long robe and her long black hair.
This was the first time she had personally wielded a sword and used a sword technique in the mortal realm.
On the dark stone platform, the giant eagle formed by sword marks beneath the woman's feet glowed faintly, and the sand and gravel on the ground trembled slightly in the wind flowing from Xue Lan's sword tip.
"Open the Shadow and Sway the Moon!"
"Stop the wind and reveal the splendor!"
With the woman's soft voice, a demonic power, as vast as a river, poured forth from her body.
It was as if the cold moonlight, accompanied by a violent gale, was tearing everything in its path to shreds!
Two sharp sword lights, carrying the sword intent emanating from the sword marks on the ground, struck the dark Heavenly Revelation Pillar, mixed with demonic energy that was imperceptible to others.
Xue Lan slashed down with two swords, and a fierce wind raged within the dark stone platform. Amidst the swirling winds carrying endless chill, everything was dark and chaotic.
The pitch-black Apocalypse Pillar broke apart like a loose piece of wood, releasing all the demonic energy within it, like a thick black cloud!
The inner demon hidden within the sword light sneered as it flew out from the sword light, transforming into a giant black wolf that devoured all the demonic energy emanating from it.
Xue Lan flicked her wrist slightly, and the Su Jun Sword hovered behind the woman.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze passing over the collapsed Apocalypse Pillar in front of her, and over the demonic energy that was constantly being devoured by her inner demons.
Finally, he met the gazes of Wei and Wu Qianshan, and even the many memorial tablets in Wan Gong Fang.
Behind Xue Lan, a huge white wolf slowly appeared, its colorful ribbons fluttering in the wind. Its icy blue eyes held a chilling, domineering aura.
On the crumbling stone platform, Xue Lan spoke softly:
"Gentlemen, let's discuss the terms!"
Amidst the turbulent flow of time and space, Xue Lan's two unparalleled sword strikes shattered the Apocalypse Pillar, causing some cracks to appear on the stone platform below.
This place of refuge is on the verge of collapse.
"The Northern Glaciers, the Undying Overlord?"
In the workshop of the Wan Gong Fang master, Nie Jing's memorial tablet finally remembered where the familiar demonic aura came from.
"Silver Moon Wolf".
Wei He murmured, looking at the huge white wolf that appeared behind Xue Lan, her thoughts racing.
Which ancestor of the wolf family is this? He doesn't seem to have any real cultivation.
However, this demonic soul power is definitely that of a demon lord from the upper realm!
The woman looked at Wu Qianshan beside her; the old man was already trembling slightly.
"Weihe, do you know her name?"
Wei He didn't understand the old man's meaning, and the woman asked in confusion:
"What's her name?"
Wu Qianshan's voice was extremely hoarse, like that of an old raven!
"Her name is Xue Lan."
"Mountain Wind and Mist!"
Wei He's expression changed drastically in an instant, and the woman's tone was full of disbelief:
"Impossible! That wolf has been in seclusion in the Northern Region for the past two years, preparing for the ceremony. There's absolutely no way he could be in the lower realm!"
For a moment, everyone who was paying attention to Xue Lan was whispering among themselves, half speculating about Xue Lan's identity and the other half about the conditions Xue Lan had mentioned.
Behind Xue Lan stood a giant, snow-white wolf, its jet-black hair slowly turning into a snow-white hue starting from the ends.
The stone platform beneath her feet began to slowly crumble. The dark stones were swept up by the turbulent currents around the viewport and instantly turned into dust, dissipating into the boundless darkness.
Everyone else was spying on Xue Lan, but in this endless darkness, Xue Lan was all alone.
Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan through the thin barrier in front of her and called out to the main system, which had been silent for days.
"If she keeps making these changes, won't the world reject her?"
The main system's voice remained as cold and concise as ever:
"will not."
"Why?" Xue Tong pressed on, but this time the main system did not answer.
Xue Tong sighed softly, watching as a golden magic seal appeared beneath Xue Lan's feet amidst the turbulent time-space currents.
That's a sun-tracing mirror.
The stone platform beneath Xue Lan's feet was originally the support for the Apocalypse Pillar in this spacetime turbulence, but it was damaged by Xue Lan just now.
Now Xue Lan can only stand on her own support. The Sun-Tracing Mirror is a sophisticated magic array that floats in mid-air, gently supporting Xue Lan and the white wolf behind her.
The white wolf treads on golden shadows, like some divine beast descending from the sky.
Xue Tong silently opened her folder labeled "Host's Highlight Moments".
Xue Lan bowed slightly to the endless darkness before her, her voice steady and firm:
"Xue Lan is here today to ask you all a question."
"Am I qualified to be the chess player of the Yuanming Realm? Am I qualified to be the world mender of the Yuanming Realm?!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Wu Qianshan and Wei He, who were far away in the upper realm, as well as the many memorial tablets hidden in the Wan Gong Fang, were all stunned.
Wei He looked at the white-haired woman on the screen, her fingers trembling slightly:
"Could it be that she already knows the true purpose of the player?"
Wu Qianshan shook his head slightly: "I don't think so. This matter is not something that you and I can decide. We need to discuss it with the others."
The old man pointed to the screen: "What do we do next?"
Wei He made a quick decision: "The Apocalypse Pillar has been destroyed, which can be considered as putting our minds at ease. Now, the Silver Moon Wolf has been involved. We are currently unable to spare any resources."
Her voice was resolute: "Exit first!"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, Wu Qianshan raised his hand and turned off the light screen, severing the connection between the two of them and Xue Lan.
Even though he had already withdrawn, Wu Qianshan's heart was still pounding.
Wei He is a pure sword cultivator, and his understanding of soul techniques is not profound. However, he comes from the Wu family of the upper realm and is a proper soul cultivator.
The soul power emanating from that Silver Moon Wolf just now.
When they are in power, they are like a raging river, wielding the power of the entire realm. Those who see them are filled with fear.
The old man calmed his thoughts, then looked at Wei He beside him:
"This matter is of great importance. I will send a message to them immediately!"
Several pale white butterflies flew out from among the old men and disappeared into the world in the blink of an eye.
Wei He looked at the sword in her hand and slowly spoke:
"Such astonishingly brilliant swordsmanship." The woman's voice held a hint of amazement:
Do you think she's qualified to be the player?
Wu Qianshan slowly shook his head:
"She is absolutely brilliant."
Such extraordinary talent is impossible to capture.
An uncontrollable player who disregards the life and death of the pieces will not achieve the desired outcome.
Wei He didn't speak again; the woman's gray-blue dress seemed to be the only dark color in this bright and beautiful cave.
After a long while, Wu Qianshan heard Wei He's hoarse voice:
"Yes, ten thousand years ago, wasn't this Yuanming Realm destroyed by a person of extraordinary talent?"
The woman's voice was like a gentle breeze, spreading throughout the world.
Amidst the turbulent flow of time and space, Xue Lan laughed out loud as she severed her connection with them.
The woman's laughter carried a hint of mockery, and Xue Lan raised her hand to look at her wrist.
A faint thread of cause and effect followed the connection that had just been established.
She's come to like her body type, which she's had all her life.
Once you've exchanged two words with her, you'll never escape her control!
Lowering her wrist, Xue Lan took the Su Jun Sword that was floating beside her and gently flicked the blade.
"Esteemed seniors of Wan Gong Fang, have you made up your minds?"
The memorial tablets in the main training ground fell silent upon hearing Xue Lan's words. Only Nie Jing spoke:
"Put Su Jun down!"
Xue Lan frowned slightly and flicked the blade of the Su Jun Sword again:
"This is my sword!"
"Go to hell with your sword... Don't pull me..."
After a loud crash, Nie Jing's memorial tablet was crushed by the many other memorial tablets behind him and could no longer make a sound.
A memorial tablet bearing the inscription "Wen Jun" stepped forward and spoke:
"Fellow Daoist, you are not the only one participating in this Wan Gong Workshop trial; all are refining geniuses favored by Heaven. Why did we choose you?"
These words are incredibly sharp.
Xue Lan held the Su Jun Sword in her hand, feeling the gentle sword energy flowing through her body:
"They are all geniuses in weapon crafting, that's true, but..."
"Isn't it true that only I can cooperate with your plan?"
"Firstly, I am a pure artifact cultivator, and secondly, I have a stable divine soul."
Xue Lan's voice was calm, but it was filled with confidence:
"Thousands of souls, driven by a single-minded courage, have gathered here to forge a new world and mend the heavens. They can't possibly avoid me."
"Won't it all come to nothing?"