frightfiction Chapter 520 I Need to Rest
Chapter 520 I Need to Rest
"This can't be my problem!"
In the workshop of Wan Gong Fang, Xue Lan caught a memorial tablet that flew towards her and spoke to Jiu Sheng beside her, her tone carrying a faint sense of death.
The spirit of the Wan Gong Fang, watching the masters fighting over a disciple not far away, nodded in agreement:
"It's not the shop owner's fault, after all, no one is perfect."
Xue Lan nodded with satisfaction, instantly forgiving herself for not being able to read Xue Tong's two books.
She could deceive top disciples with her eloquence, and she could fight against a world-destroying demon god with her martial prowess.
The inability to handle conflicts is just a minor flaw; it doesn't overshadow the overall merits.
"Boom!"
"Clang!"
A black memorial tablet flicked against Xue Lan's forehead and made a crisp sound when it landed on the ground.
Jiu Sheng's smile froze instantly, and then he realized he was a bit busy.
Should he leave? Or should he leave?
The once noisy main training ground suddenly fell silent. Whether it was the masters who were fighting each other while holding memorial tablets, or the disciples who were being pulled and tugged by the masters, they all looked at Xue Lan and dared not utter a sound!
The manor owner, dressed in black, gritted his teeth and stepped forward, picking up the object that had just hit him from the ground and weighing it in his hand.
It is made of black iron.
Xue Lan slowly rose, holding the black iron tablet in her hand, and revealed a strange smile.
Masters of Wan Gong Fang: Good heavens, we've forgotten she's a fifteenth-realm demon lord.
A buzzing sound echoed in Xue Lan's mind as she continuously stroked the memorial tablet with her fingers.
"What are you all doing?" The woman's voice was full of sarcasm as she slowly walked toward a group of semi-transparent masters.
All the masters took a step back without prior agreement.
Jiang Jingchun braced himself and stepped forward to speak:
"Master, weapon refiners must remain calm and composed!"
"I am perfectly calm now!" Xue Lan smiled, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth.
The woman pointed to the large bump on her forehead: "I just wanted to reason with you seniors."
Jiang Jingchun: It doesn't look like it to me!
The woman secretly winked at Nie Jing behind her.
That look meant:
"We're doomed! Quickly bring out Lü Su to uphold justice!"
Nie Jing reluctantly took out the Su Jun Sword, muttering under his breath:
"Justice doesn't seem to be on our side."
The two's subtle actions naturally did not escape Xue Lan's divine sense. The woman's smile appeared terrifying on the surface, but in reality, she was laughing even more wildly inside.
"Can you please stop saying one thing to my face and another to my heart? It's really crazy!"
"You don't understand!" Xue Lan said mysteriously.
Whether I can easily repay the favors owed to the War Puppet Mansion depends on how well I perform this time!
When Jiang Jingchun and his group saw the strange smile on the shop owner's face vanish, tears welling up in his clear gray eyes in an instant.
The lord of the workshop sighed softly and spoke:
"Gentlemen, I am somewhat saddened!"
The woman's voice was filled with sorrow and grief as she slowly raised the black iron memorial tablet in her hand:
"These are precious relics of our predecessors, lost in the river of time. How can you use them to smash people?"
Xue Lan: I'm just asking you, don't you feel ashamed?
"Master!"
A gentle and beautiful female cultivator raised her hand lightly: "I'm still here!"
"That doesn't count as a keepsake."
Xue Lan's expression froze.
The woman looked at the black iron tablet in her hand, on which the two characters "Wen Jun" were written neatly.
"No..." Xue Lan was speechless:
"However, although……"
"Senior, why did you choose to forge a memorial tablet made of black iron?"
The female cultivator named Wen Jun gave an embarrassed smile:
"Because Wan Gong Fang has had a habit of throwing its own memorial tablets at people since it was first established."
"Although it won't hit the spirit, throwing out the black iron is more... intimidating."
Xue Lan couldn't help but want to touch her forehead.
She initially thought it was an accident, but she never expected it to be the destined calamity of the Wan Gong Fang owner.
"If this road is blocked, there's another one!"
"You can act like a scoundrel even if you're a bad actor!"
She and the masters in Wan Gong Fang will help each other achieve success!
Considering the numerous materials provided by the War Puppet Mansion, Xue Lan felt it necessary to sacrifice herself.
So the masters of the Wan Gong Workshop saw their workshop master, who had been working for less than three months, shake slightly twice, then clutch his forehead and collapsed to the ground.
"Master!"
Wen Jun was the first to step forward and help Xue Lan up, his voice full of worry:
"What's wrong with you?"
"No way, no way, no way!" the female cultivator screamed inwardly.
Surely a single iron tablet wouldn't have killed the shop owner!
The masters of Wan Gong Fang surrounded the workshop owner, their faces full of worry.
Xue Lan grasped Wen Jun's hand and spoke in a trembling voice:
"I'm fine, it's just that my soul is a little damaged, and I've been feeling a bit tired lately!"
Wen Jun held Xue Lan's hand:
"It's alright, it's alright. I'll find some medicine for the shopkeeper, and he'll be better tomorrow."
Xue Lan struggled to lift her head: "I don't think I can do it. I need to rest for at least one... six months!"
"so serious?"
Jiang Jingchun, who was standing to one side, squatted down, grabbed Xue Lan's wrist to examine it, and then breathed a sigh of relief:
"It won't even take six months!"
Xue Lan grabbed her wrist again:
"I feel that I have become ill from overwork and it is very necessary for me to take a break for a period of time."
"During this time, I have a few things I would like to ask of you seniors."
Jiang Jingchun's expression changed slightly.
Oops!
A moment of carelessness led to falling into a trap!
The woman bit her lip, secretly trying to pull her wrist out of Xue Lan's grasp.
“The Yuanming Realm is currently in a period of great turmoil.”
"The neighborhood leader must prioritize the overall situation!"
"Some things are better done personally!"
Xue Lan pulled her hand away from Wen Jun's and clung tightly to Jiang Jingchun's arm:
"Good iron should be used where it's needed most! Senior Jiang, don't be so cruel!"
Jiang Jingchun tried to pry Xue Lan's hand off:
"You're not pretending anymore, are you?"
"Let go!"
Xue Lan released Jiang Jingchun's hand and lay down on the ground, resting her head on Wen Jun's lap.
"How long have I lived? Don't bully me!"
As she said this, Xue Lan turned her head slightly, letting Jiang Jingchun see the large bump on her head.
Jiang Jingchun wanted to make the bag symmetrical for her, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Most of the people in the Wan Gong Fang are elderly people who have lived for over five thousand years. To them, Xue Lan is indeed a child.
The masters exchanged glances, and then Master Qin stepped forward to speak:
"Speak! What do you want?"
Xue Lan sprang to her feet with a somersault:
"Actually, it's nothing much. I just took some things from the War Puppet Mansion in exchange for letting you teach the War Puppet Mansion disciples how to forge weapons."
"A little something?"
Jiang Jingchun was somewhat skeptical.
"Yes, there's only a tiny bit!" Xue Lan nodded obediently.
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