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

Chapter 341 There is never a perfect plan

The red thread of cause and effect is the primary element, while the mysterious art of soul-binding is secondary.

Xue Lan fiddled with the red thread on her wrist and gently closed her eyes.

The people around her remained silent, afraid of disturbing her.

A moment later, the woman opened her eyes and said with a smile, "Yan Chengxue has come at just the right time. Our fish can't wait any longer."

Yan Chengxue held his fan in his hand, appearing like a refined and noble young master, but his beautiful eyes were filled with fanatical killing intent.

"Let's get started now that the fish are out. I need to get back the formation in Fuyang City as soon as possible."

Wu Yijun nudged Yan Chengxue with his elbow: "Tell the truth, haven't you been hoping to use formations to kill people for a long time?"

Yan Chengxue shook her head, and the young man pointed at Xue Lan: "I'm the same as her, I prefer the feeling of others hating me so much they can't kill me."

Wu Yijun looked at Yan Chengxue and then at Xue Lan.

“Master Lingyuan has always been unrestrained and unconventional, so it is quite normal for Xue Lan to become like this.”

"But Uncle Chen has always been calm and composed, why are you acting like this?"

Yan Chengxue slowly retreated and disappeared, and Wu Yijun only heard her laughing voice:

"I don't know, maybe he's just naturally rebellious."

Wu Yijun looked at Xue Lan, and the woman in black waved her hands repeatedly as if afraid of being implicated:

"I don't know, he was like this when I met him."

Wu Yijun was speechless: "What are you doing? I'm not going to eat you!"

Xue Lan thought to herself, "Junior Sister Wu, you really have a bad memory! Who was it that I stumbled upon in the mine before?"

Thinking of this, Xue Lan's head began to throb again. As if remembering something, the woman made a sword-like gesture with her left hand and cut off a strand of her hair:

"I would like to trouble Junior Sister Wu to make a phantom puppet just like me."

Wu Yijun took the strand of hair, wrapped it around his fingertips, and gently chanted an incredibly complex incantation.

In Wu Yijun's hand, a faint blue light suddenly appeared on Xue Lan's hair.

In a few breaths, the strand of hair seemed to come alive under Wu Yijun's hands, twisting and turning until it was bound into the shape of a little person.

The woman gently raised her hand and threw the little figure to the ground. After a wisp of green smoke, a puppet that looked exactly like Xue Lan appeared before everyone's eyes, with round almond eyes and flowing black hair.

Wu Yijun looked at Xue Lan: "How is it?"

Xue Lan nodded, clearly very satisfied with what was in front of her. With a wave of her hand, a wisp of gray mist, whose origins Wu Yijun could not discern, was sent into the puppet among the group.

After doing all this, Xue Lan put the puppet into her sleeve.

"Everyone, get ready, and watch as I, Xue, lure you into my trap."

After saying this, Xue Lan flew towards Yunchuan County City like a light cloud in the distant sky.

Above the clouds, Xue Lan took out the illusionary puppet and placed it beside her, then raised her hand and touched its brow:

"open!"

The phantom's greyish-white eyes instantly turned a clear, icy blue, and the inner demon stirred its unusually stiff new body:

"You've made thorough preparations for this matter; I thought you wouldn't need my help."

Above the clouds, Xue Lan's robes fluttered in the fierce wind: "I've never been fully prepared."

The woman's voice was calm and gentle: "Although I can use the cause and effect between myself and Lin Xunfan to force him to leave Yunchuan County, there may be some oversights in the process."

The inner demon clapped his hands, seemingly having anticipated Xue Lan's thoughts:

"I understand what you mean. You're afraid that the prodigy will abandon Lin Xunfan and run away!"

Xue Lan nodded slowly and sighed, "Although I said before that we could never reconcile, upon closer reflection, you truly are my inner demon."

The inner demon waved his hand: "Shut up, it's bad luck for me to hear you say that."

Xue Lan: I knew from the start that there wasn't much affection between us.

"If that Lin family prodigy wants to abandon Lin Xunfan and head deeper into Siyaochuan, I'll trouble you to stop him for me."

The inner demon grew impatient: "I know, I know!"

"Let's begin then, go and see our little prey," Xue Lan said with a smile.

On the long street in Yunchuan County, mountain spirits and demons set up their stalls as usual. A woman wearing a lotus-colored dress with a veil on her face hurriedly crossed the long street with a young man with a somewhat unpleasant expression behind her, heading towards the outside of the city.

"Elder sister!" Lin Xunfan said, his voice a little hoarse, as he looked at the woman hurrying by.

"It's alright, don't be afraid."

A gentle female voice echoed in his mind, soothing Lin Xunfan's anxiety like a night breeze.

"Continue forward out of the city. This is the territory of the Heavenly Willow. The Heavenly Willow has never participated in the struggle between the upper and lower realms. Nor will it allow Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the lower realm to make a move near Yandu."

On the second floor of an inn in Yunchuan County, a woman dressed in a light purple dress sat by the window. A gentle breeze lifted a corner of her veil, revealing half of her exceptionally gentle and beautiful face.

The woman gently raised her hand and slowly poured the tea from the cup onto the table. The tea seemed to have its own consciousness, flowing out a lotus-shaped magic seal on the table.

The woman's eyes crinkled with a smile, her voice soft, yet it carried an unparalleled killing intent.

"Let me see which fellow cultivator from the lower realm dares to challenge me to a duel?"

Lin Xunfan walked towards the city outskirts, feeling extremely anxious, as if he were being roasted on a fire.

After leaving the city gate, it was already dark. Lin Xunfan had a feeling that he hadn't walked for long before it got dark.

When I came to my senses, the setting sun had transformed into a sky full of stars.

The puppet of Lin Shuang stopped and stared intently at a small tea stall that had suddenly appeared by the roadside.

It was a tiny stall, consisting of only a table, a small stove, and a lamp whose fuel was unknown...

There was also a blind old woman wearing an indigo short-sleeved shirt who looked exceptionally capable.

Lin Shuang, sitting in the inn, curled her lips into a disdainful smile:

"Soul techniques? Interesting."

Lin Xunfan watched as the woman in front of him slowly walked towards the stall, and gritted his teeth to follow her.

The old woman at the tea stall was wiping the only table repeatedly. A kettle of water, not yet boiling, was steaming on the stove, making a soft whistling sound as steam rose from its spout.

Lin Shuang controlled the puppet to step forward and tap the table: "Grandma, a pot of tea."

The old woman with the aged face slowly raised her head, her gray eyes like jade covered in dust.

"Please wait a moment, young lady, the water hasn't boiled yet!"

The woman sat down at the table with an air of nonchalance: "It's alright, I'll wait a moment."

After saying that, she even turned around and beckoned to Lin Xunfan:

"Come sit down too, let us wait for Grandma's tea."