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

Chapter 638 There is no right sword at all

Soul energy forms threads, cause and effect become bridges.

Zhu He was lifted up by the Soul-Awakening Talisman and landed next to the two swords. His hands and feet, which had been severed by the scorching heat not long ago, grew back as if they were reborn, flexible and strong.

Everything before felt like a dream.

Xue Lan's voice rang in my ears again:

"Zhu He, go get your sword."

The young man glanced sideways at the sword, which was located two steps away from him.

Zhu He stretched his wrists, then slowly lifted his foot toward the sword.

The Xuanhuang Sect, constructed by those red threads of unknown origin, was more real and peaceful than the illusion created by the Golden Crow. Zhu He even saw a spiritual herb garden on the mountainside of Qingyu Peak not far away, where two disciples dressed in green robes were flying around tending to the spiritual herbs.

Zhu He immediately thought of Xue Lan.

After all, her senior sister once accomplished the feat of harvesting two acres of snow jade ginseng from Qingyu Peak in one night entirely by manpower.

I remember that Yin Shishi borrowed a whip from the Law Enforcement Hall and ran to Jiyuan Peak to whip Xue Lan to death.

Then she saw someone sitting pitifully in the yard, drying ginseng.

Yin Shishi was furious. The girl pointed at the snow jade ginseng and said:

"You're quite diligent; you've got it in the sun in less than an hour?"

What did Xue Lan say at that time?

Oh, right, she said it in a cheeky way:

"I can't sleep at night, and my mouth tastes bitter... Shishi, I'm a poor child."

Zhu He didn't know if she was a poor child before, but he remembered that Xue Lan suffered a lot after that and was beaten badly by Yin Shishi.

Thinking of this, Zhu He couldn't help but chuckle softly, and slowly raised his hand to reach for the two swords in front of him.

After being burned for so long, he missed the cool sea breeze of the East China Sea.

Hurry up and get the sword, let's go back.

"It's over!"

The inner demons outside the trial saw Zhu He reach for the sword and were momentarily distracted by Xue Lan's eye problem.

The woman raised her hand and grasped Xue Lan's wrist, which lacked a red thread, her tone somewhat urgent:

"Are you still worried about saving face?"

"Intervene immediately! If the Golden Crow causes trouble, summon the Ember Light down!"

The inner demon had a strong grip, giving the impression that if Xue Lan didn't speak up soon, it would throw her directly into the trial.

"Wait, wait..."

Xue Lan screamed and jumped up from the ground, rubbing her wrist as she ran several steps to the side.

"Can't you wait a little longer?"

"Why do we have to make things difficult for Senior Golden Crow? We should value peace."

The inner demon never expected that one day he would hear the words "harmony is precious" from Xue Lan's mouth.

The woman looked at Xue Lan:

"Are you out of your mind again? What if Zhu He makes the wrong choice?"

"It's alright, it's alright." Xue Lan glanced at the trial distractedly, while Zhu He's fingertip stopped a finger's width away from the hilt of the Xinghe Sword, and he seemed to be frozen in place.

The inner demon's eyes were filled with worry:

"Did he find the right sword?"

A relieved smile appeared in Xue Lan's eyes, and her grayish-white eyes slowly turned to the inner demon:

"He couldn't find the right sword."

The inner demon's heart skipped a beat, and his icy blue eyes stared intently at Xue Lan.

Then she heard Xue Lan's gentle yet chilling voice:

"Because there is no such thing as a correct sword!"

"call……"

A howling wind blew from Xue Lan's side, blowing the red thread on the woman's wrist and her hair up, obscuring her eyes.

Behind her jet-black hair, Xue Lan's gray-white eyes remained calm and undisturbed.

“He should understand that his innate sword bone is not a burden to him.”

Now that things had come to this, the inner demon understood everything Xue Lan had planned. The woman slowly knelt down in front of the Wolf Lord and reached out to brush the hair that had blown across his forehead.

"You still insist you haven't gone mad!"

“You’ve been plotting against Zhu He ever since you decided to take him to the wasteland.”

Xue Lan was slightly taken aback, then waved her hand modestly and said:

"What are you talking about? It's not that early."

The inner demon rolled its eyes.

After making a modest remark, Lord Wolf King smiled and leaned slightly forward as he spoke:

"The Demon Realm, it all started when I made him ask questions."

The inner demon wants to know, what's the difference?

But in the end, he didn't ask the question and instead continued to listen to Xue Lan talk.

"You know..." Xue Lan's calm voice was like a gentle breeze in the mountains:

"There is no way for a person to live a carefree life while burdened by his or her burdens."

"In Zhu He's eyes, his innate sword bone has always been a burden."

He bears the title of a genius who appears only once every ten thousand years, but due to the problem of his hidden spiritual root, he may never be able to use that purest sword energy in the world, which connects with the spiritual essence of the Yuanming lower realm.

What will others say about him?

"How could the innate sword bone end up in the body of a useless person who can't cultivate?"

“What a waste!”

As distant memories slowly unfolded in his mind, Zhu He, who was undergoing the trial, let out a long sigh of relief.

At the beginning, Xue Lan didn't really know how to raise children.

At that time, Xue Lan was not the gossipy troublemaker that everyone in the Xuanhuang Sect would later be wary of, but a quiet and taciturn young genius.

She didn't like going out to play, nor did she like interacting with the disciples of the Xuanhuang Sect. Her biggest hobby was taking her big rabbit to the library to read and copy books, and then returning to Jiyuan Peak to study the weapon-refining blueprints that Zhu He found obscure and difficult to understand.

She naturally had no idea what outsiders were saying about Zhu He.

Years later, Zhu He still feels a slight sense of melancholy when he recalls those overly blunt and hurtful words…

Zhu He was actually somewhat envious of Ji Jinjin.

When his junior sister joined the sect, Xue Lan was no longer the dull girl she once was. The girl was suffering from sleepless nights due to the evil aura of the battlefield, so Xue Lan and Ling Yuanzi created a dream for her and became a part of it.

The eldest sister raised the fourth and fifth children very well.

Zhu He chuckled softly, then murmured:

"It must be because of Master."

The two outside, trying to discern Zhu He's inner thoughts through cause and effect, slowly locked eyes.

The inner demon raised an eyebrow at Xue Lan:

"Your master is quite useful; he can take on any trouble."

The woman's smile was somewhat sarcastic:

"You wouldn't really be biased and not help your own child, would you?"

Xue Lan gave the inner demon a cool look:

"You are humiliating me!"

"Oh, oh, oh..." The inner demon nodded hurriedly:

"I remember now... the number one master of protecting his own in the Yuanming Realm, so seeing him being scolded is..."

The inner demon blinked its big eyes:

"what happened?"

Xue Lan smiled gently:

"He did get yelled at, and then I made a slingshot."

Xue Lan made an aiming gesture with one hand.

"Then, on a dark and windy night, I beat someone up in the library."

The inner demon couldn't help but laugh.

Xue Lan ignored her and instead continued to investigate Zhu He by following the cause and effect.

In just a few breaths, the young man shifted all the blame onto Ling Yuanzi, which made him feel much more relieved.

"The osmanthus flowers on Yunhui Peak must be blooming." Zhu He gently raised his hand to touch the back of his neck.

"I really want to go back and make osmanthus cake..."

"Click!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the entire trial grounds. The illusion formed by cause and effect shattered instantly, and the raging flames of the sun engulfed Zhu He's body, which had long since been burned to a crisp.

Zhu He's hands were covered in thick blood, and broken bone fragments pierced his fingertips.

The young man bit his lip and glanced at the Xinghe Sword, then slowly pulled a wisp of pure white sword energy from the broken spine.

That was the foundation of his innate sword bone, and also the sword that Xue Lan wanted him to truly draw.

Sword bone, sword bone, the sword is hidden in the bone, the person is transformed into the sword, in harmony with heaven and earth.

The sword energy that Zhu He held in his hand was one of the sharpest forces in the entire Yuanming Realm.

It can cut down everything.

The young man glanced at the nascent soul still sleeping within his dantian, then suddenly raised his hand and channeled the innate sword energy into it:

“It’s time to wake up.”

"I..." The inner demon stood up excitedly, almost biting his own tongue:

"There's something wrong with the education at Jiyuan Peak. Why are you all like this?"

"nonsense!"

Xue Lan got up from the ground:

"Using the sharpest sword in the world to force the nascent soul to awaken is a good method."

Once Zhu He's nascent soul awakens, the hidden spiritual root within it will be detected.

The innate sword energy and the blazing sun flames were enough to finely chop that spiritual root.

Thinking of this, Xue Lan smiled brightly at her inner demon:

"Everything's alright here, you can get ready..."

Xue Lan snapped her fingers, and the red line on the woman's wrist disappeared into thin air, as if it had never existed.

"We should go and take a look at the Moonfall Well."

“Okay, but I have a question,” the inner demon suddenly spoke up.

"what is the problem?"

"Did you choose to beat someone up in front of the library because you could go inside and be punished by copying books?"

"As expected of my inner demon!"