strictlysupreme Chapter 257 Lu Feng, let's go cut down the divine tree!
Chapter 257 Lu Feng, let's go cut down the divine tree!
Xue Lan and Lu Feng landed in Ruoshui City. The woman looked up at the sky a few times before turning to the person she was holding. She gave him an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Lu, it's not convenient for the sect elders to know about Xue Lan's demonic possession."
Lu Feng wore a bitter expression, looking at the dough figurine that looked like it had been sculpted by a street vendor: "Didn't I already lie about it in the Galan Secret Realm?"
Xue Lan patted his shoulder: "This child... wasn't possessed by demons back then."
Lu Feng's face turned pale instantly, looking like a dead man, and he spoke slowly: "Senior Xue, what are your instructions?"
He was now heartbroken and felt he could never escape Xue Lan's clutches.
Xue Lan patted his shoulder again: "What nonsense are you talking about! Call him Master Uncle."
Lu Feng: "Uncle-Master."
Was his master an old ox or a stone block?
"Let's go, eat first."
The two went to a restaurant called Zhenweilou and ordered a large table of dishes. The waiter in charge of taking orders kept staring at Xue Lan, as if he knew her.
Xue Lan couldn't help but ask, "Has this waiter seen me before?"
The waiter nodded: "Miss, I have an old friend who looks a lot like you. Do you have an older sister?"
Xue Lan shook her head.
"Then I admit my mistake!" The waiter smiled and turned to leave.
Not long after the waiter left, someone came up and served tea to Xue Lan and the other person. Xue Lan gently picked up the teacup on the table, poured a splash of tea onto the table, and then lightly touched it with her fingertip.
Lu Feng watched quietly as the woman used the tea to draw a bird on the table, with three legs and outstretched wings. Although it was just a few strokes, it was lifelike.
“This is the Golden Crow.” Xue Lan tapped the bird with her knuckles. “Ten thousand years ago, the Demon Clan invaded, causing instability in the Yuanming Realm. In order to stabilize the Yuanming Realm, the ancient demon lord and the human powerhouses successively exhausted their life essence and perished, giving back to heaven and earth with their own lives, barely maintaining the Heavenly Dao of the Yuanming Realm.”
"Since then, there have been no Mahayana cultivators among the human race, and no sixteenth-realm demon lords among the demon race."
Lu Feng's heart felt a little hot, but he still couldn't help but ask, "You and I are just people from the lower realm, how do you know there is no demon lord in the upper realm?"
Xue Lan smiled but didn't say anything.
"During that sacrifice, the Yuanming Realm was divided into two realms, the upper and the lower. The Fusang Divine Tree in the East Sea and the Tongtian Green Willow in Yandu supported the upper realm, causing the lower realm to suffer for thousands of years while the upper realm stood by and did nothing."
Lu Feng didn't want to listen anymore. His intuition told him that if he listened to Xue Lan any longer, he would be forever tied to Xue Lan's pirate ship.
Just then, the dishes the two had ordered arrived, and Lu Feng quickly interrupted Xue Lan, saying, "Uncle-Master, let's eat first."
Xue Lan sighed, and with a wave of her hand, the lifelike golden crow on the table disappeared.
Seeing that Xue Lan had stopped talking, Lu Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir, here are your orders: braised pork knuckle, Dongpo pork, drunken spare ribs, and lychee pork..."
"The dishes are all ready, please enjoy your meal." The waiter laid out a large spread of food on the table in front of Xue Lan and Lu Feng. Xue Lan first picked up a piece of braised pork knuckle with her chopsticks. The knuckle looked incredibly appetizing, stewed until tender and flavorful. Even Lu Feng, who hadn't eaten human food in a long time, was tempted.
However, he dared not touch his chopsticks, fearing that Xue Lan might say something shocking.
Seeing his expression, Xue Lan smiled gently: "Eat up, I won't say anything more!"
Lu Feng was relieved and began to eat. The two sat at the same table, their bowls and chopsticks making a small, clattering sound, making them appear to be strangers.
When they were halfway through the meal, Xue Lan suddenly put down her chopsticks and looked at Lu Feng with a smile.
"I want to cut down the Fusang Divine Tree and the Tongtian Green Willow to break the seal between the upper and lower realms."
With a clang, the drunken pork ribs that Lu Feng was holding in his mouth fell into the bowl. The young man's eyes were silent, unaware of what year or month he was in.
His voice trembled, filled with disbelief: "Didn't you say you wouldn't talk anymore?"
Xue Lan wore an indifferent smile: "I don't keep my promises!"
Lu Feng is now considering whether he should give himself two pills that would affect his memory...
What was she just saying...?
Don't think about it!
Lu Feng smiled wryly at Xue Lan: "Senior Uncle, you have lofty ambitions. I wish you great success. I'll just..."
The young man tried to run away after saying this, but Xue Lan, who had stood up earlier than him, grabbed his shoulder.
"You don't think I'm just saying this to you, do you?"
Lu Feng was on the verge of tears. He pointed at himself and said, "Senior Uncle, one is in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, and the other is in the early stage. What are you trying to do...?"
"Young man, you must have ambition..."
Ambitious? What kind of ambition? Even if you have no ambition, you shouldn't be boasting about cutting down the divine tree at the Golden Core stage!
Lu Feng felt that the entire Yuanming Realm had gone mad.
He was about to kneel down before Xue Lan.
"Please let me go. I'm just an ordinary rogue cultivator."
Xue Lan was quite shocked by Lu Feng's words about him being an ordinary, unremarkable rogue cultivator.
"Do you have some misunderstanding about what 'ordinary' means?" Xue Lan looked at Lu Feng's devastatingly handsome face.
"What ordinary, unremarkable cultivator could reach the Core Formation stage in ten years? Young hero, with such an astonishing cultivation speed, you are destined to save the Yuanming Realm."
Lu Feng: "I refuse, I don't want to."
A sharp, bone-deep pain shot through Lu Feng's shoulder, almost causing him to collapse onto the table.
Xue Lan smiled broadly: "I didn't hear what you just said clearly."
Lu Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Feng is my master's man in life and in death. I am willing to follow my master and strive for the Great Dao!"
Xue Lan saw a familiar figure appear at the entrance of the restaurant.
After hearing what Lu Feng had just said, Xue Tong stood at the door:
"Wow even!"
You're kidding me!
"Where is my master?"
Seeing the girl enter and sit at the table with practiced ease, Xue Lan couldn't help but ask.
Xue Tong picked up a pastry from the table: "I don't know. I can't enter the Xuanhuang Cave Heaven. I just left the person at the entrance and came back."
The girl thought for a moment: "Your senior uncle had a Soul Refining Whip on his waist and had his cave sealed off. That's pretty good. Your master will be beaten to the point of being twenty this time."
Xue Lan imagined the scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The laughter was quite gloating.
"Where do we go next?" Xue Tong asked, looking at Xue Lan.
"Mingyangchuan, go find Yan Chengxue first and bring the array plate, then see Lin Su."
Xue Tong was somewhat puzzled: "Lin Su?"
Xue Lan spoke softly: "Given the moral character of the human race in the Upper Realm, I don't believe they wouldn't tamper with the trial slots for the Myriad Crafts Workshop."
Xue Tong immediately understood. In the last Wan Gong Workshop trial, two of the four spots were given to the demon race of the upper realm, and the other two to the human race of the lower realm. No wonder they were envious.
Xue Lan patted Lu Feng on the shoulder: "Have you finished eating?"
Lu Feng nodded vigorously.
"Let's go then!"
In the upper realm, Lin Qi, the patriarch of the Lin family, arrived at the edge of the rift leading to the lower realm with two younger generations.
"Shuang'er, Fan'er, on your journey to the mortal realm, do not alert the enemy. After entering the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop, Shuang'er will focus on inheriting the skills, Fan'er..."
"Disciple is here." Lin Xunfan stepped forward.
"I will do everything in my power to obtain the Su Jun Sword for your elder sister."
After a few words, two beams of azure light flew into the crack under Lin Qi's protection.