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

Chapter 296 Do things for me for a few years

"pain!"

The extreme power of ice shattered all the meridians in half of his body that carried demonic energy, then reconnected them. The moment Xiao Sheng awoke, he was struck by immense pain; his little face turned deathly pale, and his eyebrows and hair were covered in frost, making him look like a little snowman dug out of a snowstorm.

Wu Yijun used his magic to stop the pain for Xiao Sheng, and then looked at Xue Lan to the side.

The woman's fingertips still bore traces of frost. Noticing Wu Yijun's gaze, Xue Lan tilted her head slightly and smiled at her.

"Xue Lan..."

Before Wu Yijun could even utter his question, he saw Xue Lan smile and make a shushing gesture. The woman's smile was as cunning as a fox's.

"Shhh."

But Wu Yijun didn't indulge her this time and raised his hand directly.

When Xue Lan was forging weapons, he dressed in a rather dashing manner, and he didn't have any prickly hair ornaments...

So it's relatively easy to play.

Before Xue Lan could react, she was hit hard on the head.

"What's going on?" Wu Yijun asked coldly.

"I know you tempered your spiritual root in the Myriad Crafts Workshop secret realm, but how could you possibly temper an ice spiritual root?"

The woman's voice was filled with anger mixed with worry. Xue Lan heard it clearly.

"It's alright. I ran into Xue Chongyu earlier and got some little things from her," Xue Lan sighed.

"I don't know what's wrong with you all these days, it seems like you're all...overly worried about me."

Xue Lan's face showed a very distressed expression, completely baffled.

Xue Tong, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't hold back any longer. Seeing the cold aura emanating from Wu Yijun, the girl stepped forward and interrupted Xue Lan.

"Little Saint has woken up."

The little boy felt the waves of pain across half his body gradually subside, and he struggled to open his eyes again. Tears, brought on by the pain, blurred his vision, and he instinctively reached up to wipe them away…

With just a slight movement, he noticed that something was wrong with his body.

The little boy struggled to sit up from Wu Yijun's arms and raised his right hand to touch his left hand.

This time, what I touched wasn't hard demon armor, nor cold, insect-like claws, but something warm...

Skin and flesh just like a mother's.

"My hand, my hand..."

The little boy quickly raised his hand to wipe his tears, but the tears flowed like a spring, and no matter how much he wiped, he couldn't stop them; his vision remained blurry.

A slightly cold hand was placed on his forehead, and he heard a gentle voice.

"I'll help you become a normal child again, and you'll have to work for me for a few years."

Xiao Sheng touched his left cheek, which had returned to normal, and when he looked up, he saw Xue Lan's blurry appearance.

"I want to be with my mother..."

“I know!” Xue Lan gently interrupted him.

"But we'll have to wait."

Seemingly afraid that the child wouldn't understand her meaning, Xue Lan wiped away his tears and spoke gently:

"Ten years from now, I will let you go back to see your mother."

Xiao Sheng was still a little confused: "Ten years?"

"I'll let you go back when the leaves fall from the tree for the tenth time."

The little boy looked into Xue Lan's gray eyes and seemed to already know his fate.

He nodded obediently: "Okay!"

He didn't know that ten years is a long time, enough for an ordinary person to go from youth to old age.

All he knew was that time would not stand still, and that the immortal in front of him was a good person.

If you keep waiting, you will eventually have the reunion you desire.

Xue Lan patted his head again: "From now on, you will be my apprentice."

After saying this, the woman took out a thick book from her sleeve. Wu Yijun looked at the four large characters on the cover:

The Hundred Refinements Manual

"Can you read?" Xue Lan asked with a smile.

Little Saint shook his head.

"It doesn't matter if you can't read. Just look at the pictures above. I'll teach you everything you need to learn later."

The extremely thick book was placed in front of him, and Xiao Sheng tried to catch it with both hands. However, he was malnourished and too thin. The moment he touched the book, he began to sway.

In the end, he was completely overwhelmed by the "Hundred Refinements Manual".

As the book was turned, Wu Yijun saw a picture.

Two little figures are drawn on the thin sheet of rice paper, one holding a hammer and the other holding a large book.

Curious, she picked up the item and looked at Xue Lan: "There's a small painting here. Who painted it?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Lan smiled slightly: "Lian Chuan, I guess. When he was little, he was always punished by being forced to memorize and copy books. He probably thought I was the most hateful senior sister in the world back then."

After saying this, the woman turned to look at the remaining magic cores, her tone gentle yet firm: "Junjun, go and bring the other children."

Wu Yijun didn't ask any further questions and simply nodded.

In the upper realm, in the northern region, there is the Chuanbing Huachi.

In the center of the cold pool sat a young man dressed in white with white hair, his face as handsome as jade and his eyebrows as sharp as peaks.

She was like an elf born from the icy and snowy land of Beiyuchuan.

On the small island in the middle of the lake behind him, Jin Guang held a cup of sake in his hand and slowly brought it to his lips.

Lian Chuan, who was focused on absorbing the power of the surrounding ice and snow, heard a cold, gentle voice behind him: "There's a sacrificial ceremony in the clan recently. Go and watch it when you have time. If you keep cultivating like this, you'll ruin your brain."

After saying this, she saw the young man meditating not far away slowly open his eyes and respectfully say, "Yes."

Looking at Lian Chuan's indifferent demeanor, Jin Guang suddenly became interested: "Do you and your fellow disciples in the lower realm speak like this?"

Lian Chuan said in a serious tone, "Grandmaster, fellow disciples are all seniors, so naturally we should treat them with utmost respect."

Jin Guang sneered. If she hadn't gone through Lian Chuan's memories beforehand, she would have been deceived by the child in front of her.

The voice in his head carried a chilling laugh that sent shivers down his spine.

"Let's not. Some people feel abandoned by the whole world once they've been treated with deference for too long."

"What if one day you hang yourself from a crooked tree? There'll be no saving you."

Lian Chuan wondered if it was just his imagination, but when his grandmaster said those words, there seemed to be a faint resentment in his tone.

It must be my own misunderstanding.

The young man shook his head, stood up, and bowed to Jinguang: "Then this disciple will take his leave."

“Go!” Jinguang nodded.

Just as Lian Chuan was about to step out of the Ice Flower Pool, a cold female voice came from behind him again.

"Go have some fun in Beiyue City. If I find you still cultivating..."

“Grandmaster…” Lian Chuan turned around and glanced at Jin Guang, inexplicably feeling that this person looked a lot like Xue Lan.

"Disciple knows."