newbobooks Chapter 301 Senior Uncle, You're About to Burn Yourself Out
Chapter 301 Senior Uncle, You're About to Burn Yourself Out
Xue Lan's so-called report was actually just a few words, which was finished in no time.
During this time, the peacock master Cui Ling asked Xue Lan about the whereabouts of the little white dove girl, saying that she wanted to send her back to Jidu.
The young girl was a demon, so it was understandable that she wanted to return to Jidu. Xue Lan didn't say anything more.
To express his gratitude to Xue Lan, the Peacock Lord presented Xue Lan with a Azure Feather Token, saying that it would grant him the courteous treatment of the Peacock Clan.
As the second most powerful clan in Jidu after the Phoenix Clan, the Peacock Clan's influence is considerable.
Since the demon clan elders had already made their gestures, the human clan elders naturally felt it inappropriate to let Xue Lan leave empty-handed. When Daoist Yuehua and Elder Chilian stood up, they each took out a magical artifact from their person and gave it to Xue Lan.
After delivering the items, only Qingyin Daojun and Xuanji Zhenren remained of the five Nascent Soul stage cultivators guarding Qingshuitai.
As soon as the bronze door closed, Xue Lan slowly raised her head. There was no smile on her face.
She knew that now was the time for the Xuanhuang Sect to settle scores.
The cave was a picturesque place with clear waters and lush mountains. Seeing Xue Lan's gloomy face, Daoist Qingyin didn't want to talk to her and instead looked directly at True Person Xuanji beside him.
Master Xuanji received instructions from his senior sister and smiled at Xue Lan: "Come here, let your grandmaster take your pulse."
Xue Lan obediently walked over and extended her hand.
A pair of grayish-white eyes stared unblinkingly at Daoist Qingyin.
Master Xuanji dared not look into Daoist Qingyin's sharp eyes, and pressed Xue Lan's head to turn her back.
"Look at your physique, it must be tough for you to dare to provoke even a demonic cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage."
Xue Lan's tone softened: "I knew the grandmasters would come."
"What if you don't come?" Master Xuanji said, tapping Xue Lan's head as he spoke, not giving her a chance to make eye contact with Daoist Qingyin.
"And that Heavenly Thunder! What have you been doing all these years? Massacring cities, violating the laws of Heaven?" Master Xuanji was getting a little anxious as he spoke.
“Your grandmaster has cultivated for over two thousand years and has never seen black heavenly lightning except for the Demon Clan.”
After saying this, the healer's powerful divine sense swept over Xue Lan's soul to investigate, and then shook his head at Daoist Qingyin.
The rebellious creature in front of them hadn't been possessed; it was truly the one they had raised from childhood.
The thought of this made Master Xuanji feel that his life had become gloomy.
Could it be that the medicinal herbs Xue Lan secretly ate when we were young have taken effect?
The young man cautiously transmitted his voice to Daoist Qingyin: "Senior Sister, don't let her go to the library to copy books anymore. This child has gone crazy from copying so much."
For once, Daoist Qingyin did not refute him, but instead gave a soft "hmm".
Xue Lan was held down by Xuanji Zhenren to prevent her from looking at Qingyin Daojun, so she could only settle for looking at Shensuan Zhenren instead.
Shen Suanzhen knew Xue Lan well; the old man wore a light blue robe and looked like a withered old bamboo.
Looking at Xue Lan, a gentle smile appeared on his aged and thin face.
The old man's voice was hoarse, as if there was a large hole in his chest: "Lanlan, come here."
Xue Lan looked up at Master Xuanji.
Master Xuanji thought to himself, "You still have me, your grandmaster, in your eyes."
The young man nodded slowly: "Go."
Xue Lan walked up to Shen Suan Zhenren and placed her head under his raised hand, like a silent rabbit.
Master Shen Suan stroked his nephew's hair and then said gently, "I knew it all along."
“I already knew about Yuan’er’s affairs in the desolate region.”
Xue Lan had actually anticipated this, but when she heard the old man admit it himself, she couldn't help but tear up.
She recalled the day she discovered that she had severed all karmic ties from her past life, and how she had followed the karmic threads to the Calculation Peak.
What did Shen Suanzhen say at that time?
He said that if Xue Lan ever saw Gong Yuan, he should tell him for him.
"Having cultivated for a thousand years, to form a master-disciple bond with him is enough for this lifetime!"
This life is enough.
So, back then, you had already decided that you would never see each other again in this lifetime?
Xue Lan grabbed Shen Suan Zhenren's sleeve: "Senior Uncle wants to see Senior Brother Gong, right? Xue Lan has a way, just two months... no, at most..."
"Xue Lan!"
Shen Suan Zhenren's soft shout pulled Xue Lan out of her broken dream of a happy reunion.
The old man's withered hand touched Xue Lan's head and then his shoulder. He sighed softly, "Not yet."
The glimmer of hope that he and Yuan'er had sought for the Yuanming mortal realm had not yet fully materialized.
When destiny is uncertain, the two sides of this hexagram are destined never to meet.
In Xue Lan's divine sense, Shen Suan Zhenren was like a red candle about to be extinguished in the cold night wind, burning not only his remaining lifespan, but also all the chances of a turnaround.
The warm firelight flickered in the long, dark night.
"Master Uncle..." The woman's voice was extremely hoarse, like that of a helpless little animal.
The second half of the sentence was stuck in my throat; I just couldn't say it no matter what...
Uncle-Master, do you know you're about to burn yourself out?
Is it laughable? A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with a lifespan of thousands of years actually used himself as kindling to ignite the boundless flames of the Yuanming Realm, all for a divination that could calculate the entire universe.
Xue Lan couldn't stop it, nor could she.
Master Shensuan spoke softly: "Xiaoshan has grown up, and Master Uncle is also a little tired."
After hearing these words, Xue Lan felt an overwhelming pain in her heart once again.
It was as if he realized that what he was seeing in the illusion was a disciple of the Calculation Peak.
It felt like when Xiao Shuang was leading me out of the mountains.
It was as if, upon learning that their master had cultivated the Ephemeral Everlasting Technique and was planning to die...
Xue Lan finally understood the reason for her awkwardness when watching those so-called plots.
One cannot fathom the fragility and complexity of the characters within a story.
The characters in the story cannot comprehend the fleeting fragments of the tale.
The mountains of corpses piled up, and amidst countless separations, only one sentence emerged: The battle between humans and demons is an unbearable ordeal!
Regardless, I still feel aggrieved.
No, it's more than just feeling resentful!
As a person in this story, as someone in this story who wants to change things, but cannot change them completely.
She was so upset!