Banshee Family Training Record

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Unable to refuse, the group then had their senior sister, who identified herself as Ms. Rong, open the box. Inside lay three round pills. An enticing medicinal aroma wafted out, but the intense heat emanating from them made the group feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Master, may I ask what kind of pill this is?" the tall, burly man couldn't help but ask. The thought of having to eat this thing made his heart pound with fear.

Hui Jing's answer was exactly what the man expected: "This is the Great Sun Vajra Pill, made with a unique secret recipe of our Buddhist sect. It contains boundless Yang energy. After taking it, it can replenish Yang energy and vitality, helping you heal your wounds as soon as possible and return to your peak condition."

"Please take the medicine, everyone. Once you are feeling better, I would like to ask you some more questions."

really!

Upon hearing this, Yun Chu'an immediately sensed something was wrong.

This kind of elixir that nourishes Yang energy is essentially a powerful tonic. It doesn't have any special effects, but it makes people feel hot and is particularly nourishing.

In 99% of cases, this medicine is entirely beneficial and harmless. Anyone who offers this pill is absolutely acting out of good intentions.

Unfortunately, the three members of the Corpse-Driving Sect belong to that one percent. Their techniques are designed to drive away zombies and get close to the dead, so these medicines are not only useless to them, but will also put them on the fire to roast!

This……

Yun Chu'an felt a mix of nervousness and amusement. Putting himself in the shoes of the three corpse-driving cultivators ahead, he realized that even racking his brains, he couldn't come up with any excuse!

The three people in front were thinking the same thing, and for a moment they felt like they were surrounded by wolves and tigers, unable to make a decision.

If you don't eat it, you can't find a suitable reason. A normal person would be overjoyed and grateful to eat it in this situation.

You can eat it now, but it will only worsen their injuries. Who knows when they will be able to recover to their full strength!

Damn it, how could this happen!

The three were quite perplexed, and seeing that they were hesitant to take it, Monk Huijing asked in confusion, "Why don't you three take it?"

The three members of the Corpse-Driving Faction exchanged a glance and gritted their teeth.

Eating it would only cause a minor injury, but if she didn't eat it, it might arouse their suspicion and make them doubt her identity, which could bring Yu Wensi a catastrophic disaster!

So, I ate it!

"Thank you for your generosity, Master!" said Rong Jieyu, the only female cultivator among the three members of the Corpse-Driving Sect. She immediately picked up a pill, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it. "Please feel free to ask me anything, uh—!"

The moment the pill entered her mouth, boundless yang energy surged from her abdomen, instantly spreading throughout her limbs and bones. The numerous specially constructed spiritual energy structures within her body were overwhelmed by this flood of yang energy, causing her eyes to widen and become bloodshot!

Behind them, Feng Jian's gaze had been fixed on her. Seeing her intense reaction, he was quite puzzled: "Senior, what's wrong?"

The woman's eyes widened, and black smoke practically billowed from her nose and ears: "...It's nothing, I'm just too weak to handle strong tonics...uh..."

As she spoke, she exhaled a large breath of yang energy, which made Master Huijing feel secretly distressed: "Amitabha, benefactor, please do not exhale, otherwise it will waste the medicinal power."

He said this, and the other two, who had intended to follow suit, felt a chill in their hearts upon hearing it, knowing that they could not take shortcuts.

Helpless, they exchanged a glance, steeled their hearts, and swallowed the medicine!

"Well……"

"Uh uh uh……"

Instantly, both the hunchbacked old man and the burly man felt a burning pain in their stomachs. The old man's face turned purplish-red, while the burly man's face turned bright red, like a boiled lobster steaming.

Behind them, Dongfang Yue watched all this, her brows furrowing slightly. She was already suspicious, and this scene only amplified her doubts: "Venerable Huijing, is it possible for the Great Sun Vajra Pill of Buddhism to cause such a violent reaction?"

Hui Jing hesitated, he didn't know either. Logically speaking, this was just a tonic, it shouldn't have such a strong reaction: "This..."

The tall, burly man quickly spoke up, trying to salvage the situation: "Normally, it's not that; it's our problem. We're too weak to handle such strong tonics, and we can't withstand their effects for a while!"

Dongfang Yue narrowed her eyes slightly: "Ah? What exactly happened to you seniors that made you so weak..."

Behind them, Lao Wen, who hadn't thought anything of it before, froze upon hearing this. He quickly tugged at his junior sister's sleeve and whispered, "Junior sister! Give the senior some face, don't ask anymore, don't ask anymore!"

Dongfang Yue was about to press for more information when her senior brother interrupted her, which immediately made her angry: "Why! What's wrong with asking this?"

Feng Jian finally realized what was happening, his face flushed red, and he waved his hand, unsure how to explain: "It's mainly about this... this kind of thing... uh..."

He focused his voice and explained to her in a low voice, "The reason male cultivators can be this weak is usually because they go to the Hehuan Sect too often. This kind of thing is actually quite common among merchants. After all, when people are well-fed and clothed, they think about... food and sex, um... but it's too embarrassing to press them for details. Please give these seniors some face!"

He used the logic of a normal cultivator to make connections, never considering that the three people in front of him were remnants of the Corpse-Driving Sect, and that their cultivation methods were evil and demonic practices that were completely incompatible with yang energy.

After all, You Wensi is a genuinely decent person, so how could the friends she brings home be unreliable?

So that's what Feng Jian and Lao Wen both thought. And with this explanation, Dongfang Yue's face instantly turned bright red: "Huh? A cultivator can even seduce someone who's physically weak and has kidney deficiency?"

Then she realized she had let something slip, quickly covered her mouth, and turned away in shame.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Everyone present had already heard what she said and immediately understood what she meant.

Yan Shui understood the implication. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quietly shifted her seat, moving a little further away from the two male cultivators. Nie Ning Shuang blushed even more, covered her face, and lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone.

Monk Huijing's face turned even more embarrassed, but thinking that he still needed to find out information, he had no choice but to close his eyes and endure it: "Amitabha!"

Only Yun Chuan and Ye Jinglan knew the truth. They exchanged a glance, their expressions subtle, trying to suppress their laughter until their stomachs ached.

Chapter 389 This old man really knows how to seduce women...

Meanwhile, the hunchbacked old man and the tall, strong man were so angry they were about to explode!

Damn it, I'm a demonic cultivator from the Corpse-Driving Sect, a demon so powerful it'd scare the young masters of noble families to death! Not some useless ladybug with kidney deficiency that I slept with at the Joyful Union Sect!

You bastards, you've ruined my reputation! I'll fight you to the death!

The two men were trembling with rage, but beside them, You Wensi frantically winked at her two senior brothers, reminding them to think carefully about the terrible consequences if their identities were exposed...

The tall, burly man gave an awkward laugh, turned his face away, and took the opportunity to back down: "Ah, a man who isn't a bit of a playboy in his youth is wasting his life..."

Enduring the humiliation, he admitted he was a useless ladybug who had become impotent from frequenting brothels. The awkward atmosphere seemed to ease for a moment. Feng Jian glanced at the hunched old man, thinking to himself, "This old senior is something else. Despite his age, he's still as virile as ever, going to the Hehuan Sect every day to seduce young female cultivators..."

The others, unaware of the truth, also had the same thought. For a moment, everyone's eyes were on the old man, some with envy, some with amazement, and some with disdain.

Being stared at like that by these people, the hunched old man clenched his fists, so ashamed and indignant that he wished he could commit suicide on the spot.

Calm down, for the sake of the Corpse-Driving Sect's great cause, for the sake of the Corpse-Driving Sect's great cause...

Beside her, Rong Jieyu glanced at her two senior brothers, feeling a chill of fear in her heart. She secretly prayed that the conversation wouldn't turn to her, otherwise she didn't know what kind of disgrace she would suffer.

She prayed, and thankfully, after the commotion, no one continued to dwell on the topic. Her eyes swept around, then she took the initiative to steer the conversation, saying to Huijing, "Master, don't you still have questions for us? Please ask, we will answer everything we know."

The monk opened his eyes again, having composed himself: "Well, since you all have recovered, then this humble monk will ask."

The other two breathed a sigh of relief. Although they had to silently swallow the bitter pill of ruined reputations, at least they had gotten through this ordeal.

"I've heard that several significant events have recently occurred in the State of Zhao, involving several old cases from the history of the State of Qin, and a group of evil cultivators. I wonder if any of you have heard of them?" asked Monk Huijing.

Upon hearing this, the three of them stiffened, exchanged glances, and already had their own guesses.

Sure enough, they came for us!

Then, it was You Wensi's senior sister, Rong Jieyu, who spoke first: "Is the question Master wants to ask about the incident that happened in Zhongmu City, at the tomb of Marquis Qin Hai?"

Monk Huijing nodded upon hearing this: "Indeed, to be honest, one of the missions of this trip with my fellow disciples was to track down the remnants of the Corpse-Driving Sect and wipe them out."

Beside him, Yan Shuiyi chimed in, "Our Qingyun Sect is also investigating this matter. Originally, our task was only to investigate and assess the threat posed by the snake demon, but after the master made some information about the Corpse Driving Sect public, we also joined the investigation."

"Although the Corpse Driving Sect doesn't even have a single Golden Core cultivator now and is no longer a force to be reckoned with, the secrets they possess are immense and could potentially change the entire landscape of the Central Plains in the future. So, everyone, if you know any clues, please be sure to inform us."

Upon hearing this, the three members of the Corpse-Driving Sect and You Wensi exchanged glances, all feeling a chill of fear. The person before them had come specifically to target them, and their goal was to kill them on the spot!

You Wensi clenched her fists, then relaxed them. Torture and torment were raging inside her, making her feel as if she were in prison, tense and uncomfortable.

In the end, she could only force a smile and nod: "You all have put so much effort into this matter, it is a blessing for all people!"

Her senior sister then feigned a shameful expression: "I am ashamed to say that we were not at the scene when the incident occurred. We were just doing business nearby, so much of the information we received was hearsay. Please forgive us if there are any inaccuracies."

Hui Jing said, "It's alright. We're already very fortunate to have some information to refer to."

"First, how many corpse-driving cultivators appeared there? What were their characteristics? What were their approximate cultivation levels?"

The group exchanged glances and realized that since they were actually the ones in question, they could fabricate all sorts of information for the people in front of them, just as they pleased.

They were deliberately misled, even made to doubt several families in Zhongmu City, so that they would fight among themselves...

With this thought in mind, the senior sister from the Corpse-Driving Sect said, "I heard that there were about five or seven cultivators from the Corpse-Driving Sect that day, but it's hard to say whether there were more later."

"As for their cultivation level, according to what the people said that day, they should all be in the late Foundation Establishment stage. As for their characteristics, it's really hard to say."

Hui Jing's expression suddenly turned serious. If there really were seven people, it was enough to show that it was a relatively large hideout of the remnants of the Corpse-Driving Sect.

After all, by now, most of the corpse-driving Taoists have been killed, and there are not many who have survived.

"What are the characteristics of the zombies they're driving?" Huijing asked seriously. "Are there any particularly distinctive zombies?"

The four exchanged glances and immediately realized that the Buddhist sect had most likely exposed the smokescreen that the Corpse-Driving Sect had put up before its destruction, and had learned that the perfect immortal resurrected corpse had actually been refined before the Corpse-Driving Sect was destroyed!

The monk's target for questioning was Qi Qiao!

Immediately, the hunchbacked old man answered, "Yes, there are three of them! I heard that the zombies' bodies are bronze in color, indestructible and indestructible. Several Golden Core cultivators present had no way to deal with them, and in the end, many people were injured before they were finally defeated."

He described it vividly, but Huijing's face immediately showed disappointment after listening.

He understood what they were; they were just three bronze-armored zombies. Although these zombies were powerful, they were completely different from the immortal resurrected zombies they were looking for.

Before Hui Jing could ask the next question, the hunchbacked old man suddenly said, "It's strange, there are many cultivation families in Zhongmu City, not just Chen Shuling's family, but for some reason, it seems that only he and the Qin ambassador, both Golden Core cultivators, were present that day. The Qin ambassador even seemed to have been almost killed!"

"Moreover, after that, several major families jointly excavated the secret realm of Qin Haihou's tomb, but found nothing, and didn't even capture a single member of the Corpse-Driving Sect. Those people are still at large, causing widespread panic. Alas, I wonder when this will finally end!"

He was implying something, not saying it directly, but subtly suggesting that some families in Zhongmu City seemed to have ties with the Corpse Driving Sect and were covering for them, which allowed those late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators to escape.

Hui Jing's face was tense. Upon hearing this, she nodded emphatically: "I understand. Thank you all for the information."

The four men's expressions gradually relaxed, and smiles even began to appear on their lips. They were basically telling the truth, but using the truth to deceive others gave them a greater sense of accomplishment.

Ha, it seems that Buddhists aren't so hard to deal with. A few words were enough to fool them.

Next, these guys' investigation veered off course completely. Heh, go investigate Zhongmou City, and let the cultivators there fight amongst themselves...

The hearts of all of them were filled with pride.

Beside her, Ye Jinglan listened, feeling annoyed and quite bored.

She had been holding it in for a while, feeling extremely uncomfortable, but finally decided not to hold it in any longer. She suddenly stood up and said, "Yan Shui Yi, since we don't have anything to do right now, why don't we have a spar right now? It would fulfill one of my wishes."

Upon hearing this, Yan Shui hesitated for a moment: "A contest? Now? Here?"

Chapter 390 PTSD Outbreak!

Upon hearing this, You Wensi's heart skipped a beat, and she became secretly anxious. She didn't want the two of them to fight now; she wanted to take advantage of Yan Shui's excellent condition and the preparation of ambushes and traps, and then lure her in under the pretext of a competition, so that she could take her life.

Now that the fight is over and the sparring is finished, when will the next time Yan Shui comes to our home?

So she couldn't help but blurt out, "Jinglan, you just got home and you're exhausted. You're not at your peak. Even if you spar, what can you possibly learn?"

"Why don't you rest for a while? It won't be too late to spar with her after you've recovered in a few days?"

Yan Shui nodded: "That's right, Senior You Wensi is right. Wouldn't it be better if you came to my Qingyun Sect's base and we could have another spar?"

You Wensi was speechless; she couldn't possibly agree with that. Ye Jinglan disagreed even more. She rubbed her hands together, her eyes burning with determination: "No need. There's no time like the present. Besides, you don't need to worry about me. The more I fight, the stronger I get. If I really need to rest for a few days, I'll actually lose my energy."

At this moment, she was itching to have a good fight.

Yan Shui couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she sighed and nodded, "Alright, then let's have a match."

After she finished speaking, Ye Jinglan nodded, then turned and flew back to her mountain to change her equipment and prepare for the fight.

Behind them, Dongfang Yue had recovered from her shame. Upon hearing this, she suddenly had a bright idea. She tugged at her senior sister's sleeve and pulled her aside before whispering, "Senior sister, could you show off all the sword techniques you've learned, including the special sword techniques that the various peak masters use for demonstrations?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Shui was immediately shocked: "Huh? You mean you want me to go easy on her? No way, that's disrespectful to the opponent!"

Her expression was serious as she looked at her junior sister. As the most talented young leader of the Qingyun Sect, Yan Shuiyi had been favored by several peak masters of the Qingyun Sect since childhood, and thus had been familiar with their sword techniques, possessing a wide variety of complex methods.

However, she doesn't use these things often.

Her master, Nangong Wan, the sect leader of Qingyun Sect, had taught her more than once that overly ornate sword techniques were useless. In the life-and-death battles between cultivators, it all came down to a swift, accurate, and ruthless sword strike that severed the enemy's body, pierced their golden core, and killed them in one blow.

While summoning countless flying swords and creating a dazzling display of light might be useful sometimes, it's almost impossible to use these things in a true duel between top masters.

Yan Shuiyi had always been taught this way by his master, so his swordsmanship always pursued practicality. Now, when he heard his junior sister say that he should "use even performance-oriented swordsmanship", he immediately felt uncomfortable.

Seeing that her senior sister had misunderstood her, Dongfang Yue immediately became furious: "Oh dear, that's not what I meant. I meant that you should perform well and show the style of our Qingyun Sect!"

Seeing that Yan Shui still didn't understand, Dongfang Yue patiently explained, "Senior Sister, think about it. Yan Yao doesn't want to join our Qingyun Sect simply because she's still young and doesn't know how powerful the Qingyun Sect is. If you were to use those most advanced, one-hit-kill sword techniques to defeat Ye Jinglan directly, she'd be too young to understand anything and would find it boring, making her even less willing to join our Qingyun Sect!"

"On the contrary, if you use a few more dazzling sword techniques to spar with Ye Jinglan, she'll come out and see how amazing and beautiful the sword techniques of the Qingyun Sect are, and she'll start to admire you. Wouldn't that make her more willing to join us? I'm thinking about the sect's recruitment of disciples!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Shuiyi suddenly realized, "Oh, so that's what it means! I understand now. Don't worry, Senior Sister will definitely give a great performance later!"

She nodded seriously, and Dongfang Yue was satisfied: "Alright, senior sister, you prepare well. I'll go and call all the children out so we can all watch your competition together."

Yan Shui nodded vigorously, full of enthusiasm. Dongfang Yue turned and left, and then Ye Jinglan flew back from her mountaintop.