frightfiction Chapter 537 The disciple trusts his master the most.
Chapter 537 The disciple trusts his master the most.
The Golden Crow's blazing sun flames and the Vermilion Bird's Nirvana Ancestral Fire are on the same level and are known as the most powerful strange fires in the Yuanming Realm. If Xue Lan can really borrow the blazing sun flames to burn the demons as a barrier, the underworld participating in the soul release will be much safer.
Zhou Chenghuang, who had just sat down, was filled with excitement and stood up again to bow to Xue Lan:
"That would be best."
Xue Lan nodded slightly as she looked at the overjoyed Zhou Chenghuang, but felt a little regretful inside.
When she stole the Golden Crow Essence from the Black Tower of the War Puppet Mansion, she inherited a small portion of the Blazing Sun Flame, but she exhausted it all in the Garan Secret Realm.
At the time, she didn't feel much heartache, but now Xue Lan really wants to slap herself when she thinks about it.
Regret.
But thinking about this now is pointless.
The woman stood up, dispelled the surrounding restrictions, and deliberately raised her voice to speak:
"Then it's settled. Xue Lan brought two elders with her to see Zhou Chenghuang this time. Among them, my master, Lingyuan Zhenren, will stay in Xie Cui City to help Zhou Chenghuang accomplish his task."
"Cough cough!"
Xue Tong coughed lightly twice and secretly transmitted her voice to Xue Lan:
"Are you crazy? How dare you assign tasks to your master?"
The Wolf King completely ignored the chilling killing intent emanating from the main hall, a faint smile playing on his lips like that of a goddess saving all living beings.
"I plan to take Zhuhe to the East Sea to be burned by the Golden Crow this time I go to the Wilderness. It's inconvenient to take him with me."
Xue Tong gasped, the girl speechlessly looking at the roof beams of the side hall of the City God Temple:
"That is indeed very inconvenient."
"So we absolutely cannot bring him along." Xue Lan turned her head slightly, winked at the girl, and then stood up to speak:
"Now that this matter is settled, Xue Lan will take her leave."
"Rest assured, Master Xue, I will certainly live up to your expectations."
After saying their goodbyes, Xue Lan flicked her sleeves and walked towards the main hall of the City God Temple.
Ling Yuanzi and Tu Shanyan were waiting for Xue Lan at the entrance of the main hall. As soon as the old man saw Xue Lan, he started grinding his teeth. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Master!"
The Wolf King spoke up before him, interrupting his master's aggressive interrogation. Then, like an ordinary mortal girl, he pushed Ling Yuanzi by the waist and urged him to leave the temple.
“Let’s talk outside. After all, it’s someone else’s temple.”
Ling Yuanzi swallowed the words that were about to come out of his throat, and it wasn't until the group reached the street that they realized something was wrong.
The old man turned to look at Xue Lan:
"You've even forgotten to respect your teachers, yet you still care about this?"
The woman smiled and withdrew her hand.
"We still need to consider appearances."
Ling Yuanzi raised his hand and swung it towards Xue Lan's forehead, but she nimbly dodged it.
The red patterns on the girl's clothes twisted and turned, eventually transforming into a crimson lotus flower that reached past her shoulder.
The woman's voice was clear and her expression was sincere.
“Master, the matter I entrusted to Zhou Chenghuang must be handled by someone I trust.”
"This disciple trusts Master the most!"
Ling Yuanzi's anger was stifled by Xue Lan's words. The old man stroked his beard and stammered, "..."
"Who knows?"
"Maybe this is just an excuse you came up with to get rid of me."
Xue Tong, who had been carrying the gift box and following behind the two, paused.
Xue Tong: Well, to be honest, you're sometimes quite close to the truth, but unfortunately...
"No!"
"What bad things could I possibly do with my senior brother's help?"
Unfortunately, you're facing the number one con artist in the Yuanming world.
Standing beside Xue Tong, Tu Shan Yan watched in astonishment as Xue Lan used a flawed excuse to deceive Ling Yuanzi.
The woman pursed her lips slightly and commented, "It's almost on par with the illusion magic of the fox clan."
Xue Tong replied with a blank face: "Endless praise can make people lose their minds, even immortals."
On the short stretch of road from the City God Temple to the Black Pagoda, Xue Lan easily persuaded Ling Yuanzi to accept the task she assigned him, and he did so willingly.
Goodbye, Master!
As soon as the dark tower door closed, Xue Lan rubbed her stiff, smiling face and mumbled as she took out the key to open the formation:
"He seems less gullible than before; he never needed to say this much before."
Xue Tong, holding the gift box, glanced at Xue Lan and said, "Just assume his resistance has increased."
Being fooled by my apprentices every day, it's unacceptable that I don't evolve.
Xue Lan nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."
The layers of formations beneath her feet opened, and Xue Lan leaped down: "Since we're about to head to the Desolate Region, in order to avoid being laughed at by my aunts and the others, I've decided to improve my cultivation."
"You want to improve your cultivation level?"
Xue Tong placed the gift box on the ground: "You want to improve your cultivation level, which is as stable as the conscience of the demon race?"
Xue Lan felt that the analogy was a bit off, but she couldn't say that Xue Tong was wrong.
How can it not be considered a form of stability?
Xue Lan snapped her fingers, changing out of her usual attire. A hairpin and a headband appeared in her hand, and she quickly tidied up her hair that was hanging down her back.
"Yes, because I need to fuse with the demon body later, the cultivation level of this body cannot be too high."
"But we're about to venture deep into the desolate region, and my mid-stage Golden Core cultivation is not enough."
The woman gently turned her head to look at Xue Tong behind her:
"Go and talk to the Heavenly Dao. I want to undergo a tribulation of lightning at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."
Xue Tong's eyelids twitched twice, and the girl tried to calm herself down:
"Don't think of this as something so easy, okay? The tribulation of the Nascent Soul stage is no child's play."
Xue Lan grinned slightly, her smile chilling: "If He had any conscience at all, He should have at least let me pass the tribulation successfully."
She hasn't settled the score with Him yet for secretly planting the reincarnation mark on her daughter!
"OK then!"
Xue Tong felt a chill run down her spine when she saw Xue Lan's smile: "I'll go ask her for you."
No sooner had she finished speaking than a deeply resentful voice came from behind her:
"No need, I can do it myself."
Holding a hammer, Xue Lan looked in surprise toward the direction from which the sound came. On atop a mountain of spirit stones sat a young man dressed in a noble white robe embroidered with gold, with a dot of vermilion between his brows.
His angry gaze was fixed on Xue Lan:
"Can't you show me any respect?"
Speak of the devil and he appears! Xue Lan, beaming, stepped forward and said, "Of course you can! Why not!"
Lord Wolf looked at the Heavenly Dao, who had worked tirelessly for the Yuanming Realm and almost destroyed himself, with a slanted gaze:
"Would it be convenient for you to give me all the Taoist traditions, and then condescend to become a spirit within the Yuanming Diagram?"
Tiandao stared wide-eyed at Xue Lan, seemingly unable to believe his ears. After a long while, he finally spoke through gritted teeth:
"Xue Lan, you're dreaming!"