frightfiction Chapter 254 This monster wants a home
Chapter 254 This monster wants a home
Before meeting Ling Yuanzi, Xue Lan had many questions she wanted to ask him.
She wanted to ask him what he was doing.
Is it really going to be that an old man dies out there and never comes back?
Are all these junior brothers and sisters going to be left to me forever...?
But when the time actually came for them to meet after traversing mountains and rivers, she simply asked one question:
"Master, where is my top-grade Origin Crystal?"
Ling Yuanzi, who had been preparing a series of excuses in his mind, was completely unable to utter a single word. The old man looked at his disciple in front of him, then at Ji Fangya beside him.
Finally, he slowly spoke: "I've kept it all along."
He gently waved his sleeve, and a wooden box floated out, which he opened in front of Xue Lan.
One of them was a Source Crystal that emitted a warm glow.
Xue Lan raised her hand and took the source crystal from the box into her palm. A slight warmth flowed into her body through her palm.
"This must be Dean Ji." The woman smiled brightly and bowed deeply to Ji Fangya, who was standing to the side looking bewildered. "My master and I have some private matters to discuss, so please excuse us, Dean Ji."
Xue Lan's voice carried her usual laughter, but it sent chills down one's spine. Ji Fangya glanced at Ling Yuanzi, his eyes filled with pity.
Then it transformed into a gentle breeze and flew towards the front mountain.
As Ling Yuanzi watched Ji Fangya walk away, he knew that he was definitely not going to escape today.
He knew his own disciple well; Xue Lan had never done anything without being certain of success all these years. The old man, his back hunched, slowly turned around and sat back down under the black pillar.
Xue Lan took a few steps forward, her eyelashes lowered, lost in thought.
Finally, Ling Yuanzi broke the long silence. The old man's voice was hoarse, as if mixed with the biting wind from the snow-capped mountains: "Lanlan."
The young woman opposite seemed to be awakened by the sound, escaping from a long dream.
Xue Lan spoke softly, "Master, come back with me."
She didn't want to ask anything anymore!
Ling Yuanzi was stunned.
"I don't want to ask anything. As long as I want to know, there's nothing I can't find out about the things Master has done or is about to do."
The woman slowly walked up to Ling Yuanzi. Her red dress was exceptionally bright, so bright that it was unlike the girl he remembered.
Ling Yuanzi's heartstrings were touched, but only for a brief moment.
The old man, supporting his frail body, stood up and shook his head at Xue Lan:
"I'm so sorry, Master!"
"Is it just that you've wronged me?" Xue Lan asked him. "What about Zhu He? What about Jin Jin? What about Chuan'er and Xiao Wu?"
"Master, do you really want to do this..."
Halfway through Xue Lan's sentence, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared in her mind:
"Xue Lan, do you really have to do this?"
"What will happen to Jinguang? What will happen to Aozhu? What will happen to the wolf clan of Beiyuchuan?"
"You really..."
The two voices overlapped, seemingly asking Ling Yuanzi, yet also seemingly asking Xue Lan across a thousand years of time.
"Does it have to be this way?"
Xue Lan's eyes were gray and lifeless, but Ling Yuanzi saw in them an unparalleled determination.
The mountains are covered in white snow, eternally cold and icy, impossible to traverse.
At the gate of Bingdeng Academy, the inner demon who was arguing with Xue Tong and other academy disciples seemed to sense something and looked up at the magnificent snow-capped mountain.
Xue Tong asked her telepathically, "What's wrong?"
"Xue Lan is in trouble, I'm going to check on her."
The woman in black pursed her lips, took a step back, and then disappeared from the spot.
A wisp of light gray mist flew toward the snow-capped mountain behind Bingdeng Academy, brushing past Ji Fangya, who had just returned.
The man was completely unaware.
On the cliff, Ling Yuanzi listened to Xue Lan's question. Although he was reluctant, he finally hardened his heart and said, "Yes."
Xue Lan smiled wryly and said, "Master, it's just a Demon Heart Seed, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"
After saying this, the woman seemed to have lost all her strength.
Xue Lan paced slowly in circles on the cliff: "Yun Gui City, Lin Yun County, and even Wu Ci Town, which I haven't been to yet. Wasn't Lan'er's performance good enough?"
"Did my master really need to sacrifice his own life to...plant the demonic seed in my heart?"
A loud "buzz" rang in Ling Yuanzi's ears, as if struck by lightning.
Xue Lan knew that her inner demons were the knot in Ling Yuanzi's heart that he had always kept in mind.
Because of this unresolved issue, her master risked his own life, wanting to become the ferryman who would guide Xue Lan to the human world.
Seeking the path of enlightenment through demonic cultivation, one will find smooth sailing and soar to great heights.
But he didn't know that Xue Lan wasn't the Xue Lan he was thinking of.
His eldest disciple was not the genius he had envisioned, but a monster who had been drifting through the river of time for thousands of years and had long forgotten what he was...
This monster wants a home.
Xue Lan longs for Zhu He and Ji Jinjin, for Lian Chuan and Cui Wu, and for the peaceful life in the bamboo grove courtyard of Jiyuan Peak.
The Yuanming Realm desires peace and tranquility, free from external invasions and internal sabotage, a world of peace and prosperity.
The sealed wooden door in his mind's eye moved slightly.
The woman's lips curved slightly as she slowly spoke: "I wanted this in my past life..."
If you wanted something in your past life, and now you finally have it in this life, you won't let it slip through your fingers like sand.
"Xue Lan!" Ling Yuanzi shouted, but it was too late.
The woman looked up at her and flicked her sleeve.
Dark demonic energy surged up from beneath Xue Lan like a spring, and the girl's jet-black hair turned snow-white in an instant.
"Master, do you still remember what you promised me?"
A woman with icy blue eyes stood before Ling Yuanzi: "Disciple keeps her promise. Please, Master, come back to the sect with me!"
Ling Yuanzi was absolutely furious. The broken sword behind the old man flew to his front. He roared, "Demon, get out of my disciple's body!"
The sound resounded through the heavens, interspersed with the sharpest sword cry. Ling Yuanzi's late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation unfolded in an instant, and the pressure he exuded caused the black pillar behind him to creak under the weight.
Ling Yuanzi was horrified as he looked at the strange woman shrouded in demonic energy.
Xue Lan smiled, her voice like a clear, melodious silver bell: "Master? Come back with me?"
Enraged, Ling Yuanzi unleashed a sharp sword aura that grazed Xue Lan's ear, shaving off a strand of hair. The sword struck the red bead hanging from Xue Lan's left earlobe, producing a clear, ringing sound.
Xue Lan thought to herself that Xu Qinghe was really good to her, and that the red bead was indeed a protective magic artifact.
Ling Yuanzi saw that his intimidation had not frightened the demon opposite him. It remained on Xue Lan, using his disciple's face, with its eyebrows lowered and looking extremely aggrieved.
It was certain that it wouldn't dare to use its full strength against Xue Lan.
When Ling Yuanzi first saw that thing in the Garan Secret Realm, he felt displeased. Now that he thinks about it, he shouldn't have been soft-hearted and listened to Xue Lan's nonsense, which led to this demon being left to fester until now, causing endless trouble.
The old man calmed himself down and slowly said, "She came out of my disciple's body. She was just a lazy junior who only knew how to forge weapons."
"If you're looking for a physical body, wouldn't my body, with its soul as fragile as a piece of paper, be better?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a woman's voice, tinged with laughter, appeared in his ear: "Taoist, look carefully, who stole your disciple's body?"
Looking around, Ling Yuanzi noticed a woman dressed in black who had appeared beside the two people facing off. Apart from the undeniable demonic aura emanating from her, her appearance and demeanor were exactly the same as Xue Lan's.
Could it be...
The old man looked at the person opposite him, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Upon seeing this, the inner demon finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
As expected of Master, he actually managed to draw out that tiny bit of demonic thought hidden within Xue Lan's demonic soul!