NFBE Chapter 392 I've gotten myself into a little trouble.
Chapter 392 I've gotten myself into a little trouble.
Xue Lan was silenced by a severe spell for trying to say the wrong thing.
Moreover, the caster was now blushing from his partner's words and seemed to have no interest in paying attention to her.
So Xue Lan wandered around with a silencing spell, using the Void Stepping Technique to eavesdrop on the cultivators' discussions.
When Lei Chuxi and the others arrived, Xue Lan was listening to the love story of two human cultivators, Yue Zhong and Rong Zhi.
What about falling in love at first sight in youth, spending many years together, and finally getting married?
What a story of the Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union Sect taking the initiative for love, and the aloof and rigid sword cultivator falling into depravity.
……
The two got more and more excited as they talked, and Xue Lan, listening from behind, couldn't help but laugh.
To be fair, some cultivators possess imaginations that rival those of storytellers in teahouses. They tell their stories with such vivid detail that it's as if they've witnessed them firsthand.
Yue Zhong was still a bit dizzy after being teased by Rong Zhi for a while, and it wasn't until a while later that he remembered Xue Lan, whom he had silenced.
But when Yue Chong found Xue Lan, he discovered that the man was secretly listening to something.
He was a little curious, so he went up and listened.
Then Xue Lan and the two cultivators who had been speaking earlier were both silenced. The senior disciple of the Longsword Sect turned and left, not even sparing Xue Lan a glance.
Xue Lan wanted to say a few words in her own defense to salvage the image of the eldest disciple of the Xuanhuang Sect's Jiyuan Peak, but before she could take any action, she heard a soft laugh behind her.
Xue Lan turned around and saw Lei Chuxi gloating.
Xue Lan: She knew that the Thunder Roc was hereditary and had a lowly nature.
Lei Chuxi felt Xue Lan's chilling gaze and, with all her might, suppressed the smile on her face as she spoke:
"The day has finally come. I have a request, and I hope Fellow Daoist Xue will grant it."
Xue Lan tilted her head slightly and transmitted her voice:
"You have to say what kind of unreasonable request you want first. I won't agree if you don't say it first."
Lei Chuxi wore a gentle and polite smile, but his eyes concealed a deep sharpness and hostility.
"I hope Fellow Daoist Xue will show mercy this time in the Wan Gong Workshop and not cause an earthquake like last time."
Xue Lan sensed another obscure and mysterious presence around them. The woman's eyes curved slightly, her voice gentle yet brooking no refusal:
"If that's really the case, Fellow Daoist Lei's face alone might not be enough."
The two people didn't take any precautions when communicating telepathically, so the third person easily squeezed in.
"What if I were added to the list?"
A woman in a silver dress landed between Xue Lan and Lei Chuxi, and the two small pink horns growing from her head looked like warm and smooth jade.
"That's a Qilin!"
People around gasped in surprise, but Xue Lan stared at Lin Buyu's horn.
The woman noticed Xue Lan's gaze and asked with a smile:
"I wonder why Fellow Daoist Xue keeps staring at my horns?"
Xue Lan transmitted his voice without hesitation:
"I thought to myself, 'So you're still just a child.'"
The horns of the Qilin clan will change from a light pink to a jet-black color on the day they truly reach adulthood.
Lin Buyu's expression changed.
Although the Qilin clan does indeed only reach adulthood at five hundred years old, outsiders would not call her a child.
Lin Buyu wanted to give Xue Lan a sharp retort, but found that she had no reason to do so.
Xue Lan's tone was so frank that Lin Buyu had no reason to retort.
Xue Lan continued to scrutinize the horns on Lin Buyu's head, eventually forcing the man to pull up his hood.
Xue Lan hadn't seen this kind of horn for many years, which reminded her of her best friend Ao Zhu from her previous life.
Xue Lan's memory gradually returned, but she could only recall some of the warmer memories from her previous life.
Ao Zhu is one of them.
When Xue Lan met Ao Zhu, she was also a little dragon whose horns had not yet grown properly. She was the little princess of the Vast Sea Dragon Domain, innocent and carefree, with the only wish to travel around, meet many, many people, and see many, many beautiful sights.
Looking back now, it was indeed a very pure wish.
While Xue Lan watched Lin remain silent, Lin Su, escorted by Master Hengyang, arrived at Xue Lan's side.
Master Hengyang, dressed in a dark red martial arts robe, beamed with a radiant smile when he saw Xue Lan:
"Lanlan, it's been a long time."
"Senior Hengyang, it's been a long time!" Xue Lan transmitted her voice.
"How is Junjun?" Xue Lan asked.
"Jun Jun is great. I just want to know what you took those two to do? They were both injured when they came back."
Xue Lan's smile froze.
Oh no, their parents have come knocking on our door.
The woman was like a black eel, and in the blink of an eye, she was back behind Dao Xuanzi.
The speed was so fast that even Master Hengyang did not notice it.
Dao Xuanzi looked at Xue Lan behind him, his tone tinged with doubt and confusion:
"What are you going to do?"
Xue Lan trembled and transmitted her voice:
"Master, please save me! I've gotten myself into some trouble."
Dao Xuanzi glanced at the Hengyang Master who was slowly flying towards him, and spoke confidently:
"It's alright, your senior uncle will take care of it for you."
A huge weight was lifted from Xue Lan's heart, and she prepared to watch how her wise and powerful master uncle would protect her.
Then she saw Master Hengyang arrive before Dao Xuanzi, and the sword immortal carrying two immortal swords on his back spoke frankly to Master Hengyang:
“I know Xue Lan has offended you again. Here’s what we’ll do: once she comes out of Wan Gong Fang, I’ll let you take her away.”
Xue Lan: "Uncle-Master, no... Uncle-Master!"
Dao Xuanzi and Xue Lan communicated telepathically: "What are you dancing?"
“You have inherited the legacy of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop, and at that time you will have to establish your own sect.”
"Do you think the Wan Gong Fang has no temper? Is it willing to condescend to be subordinate to the Xuanhuang Sect?"
Xue Lan had never thought about this before, and was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
"At that time, you will not only be a disciple of my Xuanhuang Sect, but also an equal to me—the Master of Wan Gong Workshop."
Master of Wan Gong Fang.
Xue Lan silently repeated the word in her heart, her expression looking somewhat forlorn.
The woman's voice was low and deep:
"Now that you mention it, Senior Uncle, I do have some..."
Dao Xuanzi's tone became stern once again:
"I know you can do it."
"In the thousand years I've cultivated in the Yuanming Lower Realm, you are the most talented weapon refiner I've ever seen."
Xue Lan had never known that Dao Xuanzi held her in such high regard.
As darkness fell, everyone looked up at the aurora borealis in the sky.
Amidst the colorful and magnificent aurora, the enormous Wan Gong Box slowly revealed its shape.
The spirit of the Myriad Crafts Box appeared in mid-air and immediately looked at Xue Lan, who was hiding behind Dao Xuanzi.
Dao Xuanzi, standing in front of Xue Lan, slowly waved his hand, removing the silencing spell from the man.
The spirit of the Myriad Crafts Box shouted loudly:
"Jade inlay!"
Xue Lan took out the jade fragment, the token of the Ten Thousand Crafts Box, from her sleeve, and the other three did the same.
The four jade fragments were combined into one and then inlaid on one side of the Wan Gong Fang (万工坊).
Four beams of snow-white light descended upon Xue Lan and the others, and Xue Lan slowly took flight...
At the same time, in the Wan Gong Fang, a memorial tablet with the name Nie Jing written on it jumped up among the many memorial tablets.
"She finally brought Su Jun back!"