Banshee Family Training Record

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The female cultivator leading the way looked at Yun Chu'an with admiration in her eyes, then said shyly, as if blaming herself, "Oh dear, I've never been here before. If I go any further, I won't be able to lead the way for everyone."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Yun Chu'an pitifully. The latter maintained his image as a "fair leader," smiled, and said, "It's alright. Rather, it's more like we're here on an adventure from now on."

The only cultivator at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage stepped forward and volunteered, "Let me lead the way. My cultivation is the highest, and if we encounter danger, I will be better able to withstand the enemy's attacks and buy time for everyone."

Everyone nodded, having no objections. He then strode forward, heading deeper into the dark corridor.

Everything was going smoothly for them, but at this moment, deep underground, in the deepest and most hidden part of the entire mausoleum, a complete upheaval was taking place.

Here stands a high, dark wall, with a hundred-armed demon embedded in it, its face facing outwards.

At this very moment, the demon opened its mouth wide and let out a piercing and shrill scream that sent chills down one's spine: "Ugh—!"

An angry female voice rang out, her tone filled with impatience: "What are you yelling about! What's wrong with this ghost now!"

The woman whom You Wensi called "Senior Sister" had a face full of dissatisfaction on her face. She strode up to the hideous ghost face on the black wall, raised her hand, and slapped it across the face with an illusory slap: "Shut up!"

The grotesque face stopped screaming abruptly, but then its voice cracked with sobs: "It hurts, it hurts so much—!"

The female cultivator coldly observed it, knowing that this wall was the central control mechanism managing the entire tomb's secret realm. Its continuous screams indicated that something was wrong with one of the mechanisms: "Tell me slowly! What exactly happened?"

"Bloody Hand Corridor—" the grotesque face wailed, "Someone's vandalizing it, it hurts—"

The female cultivator frowned, somewhat puzzled: "Although the Blood Dark Hand there has form and color, it has no physical body. Ordinary cultivators can't do anything about it. What is hurting you?"

"A Golden Core cultivator... has really entered?"

Her heart pounded with anticipation, but then she heard the ghostly face let out a mournful wail: "Golden...lightning..."

The female cultivator's expression changed drastically: "He's here?!"

She was immediately flustered and at a loss. Although the "Li Changsheng" himself might not be that powerful, the golden lightning that was specifically designed to suppress evil spirits struck their weak point.

It's like building blocks stacked together to form a magnificent tower, yet "Li Changsheng," though not strong, has the ability to remove the most crucial one of them.

Then the entire tower will collapse.

This is absolutely unacceptable!

The Corpse-Driving Faction's grand plan absolutely cannot be ruined by this person!

Fortunately, we have prepared countermeasures and have prepared assassins.

He's in that Blood Hand Corridor now, so we should send that person from the You Wensi family...

Go kill him!

The woman immediately turned around, went back to find You Wensi, and told her everything. The latter was shocked upon hearing this and, without delay, went outside and found Ye Jinglan.

At this moment, in a valley outside the secret realm, in a place that is equally dark, cold, and secluded, Ye Jinglan is sitting cross-legged, suspended in mid-air, with her eyes closed, cultivating.

Foundation Establishment cultivators cannot actually levitate in the void on their own; they must rely on other objects. These are usually various magical treasures, such as flying swords or wine gourds.

But Ye Jinglan relied on her own wind, letting the violent yet controllable wind lift her body.

In this way, she can cultivate herself in peace and at the same time improve her self-control, which is a win-win situation.

She sat there, cultivating her inner energy, when suddenly a crack opened in the tightly closed rock wall beside her, and You Wensi, shrouded in a black robe, floated out and landed in front of her: "How have you been these past few days?"

Ye Jinglan opened her eyes, her gaze filled with dissatisfaction: "Not good at all, nothing to do all day, my fists are itching."

You Wensi said, "I know you can't sit still and crave to fight every few days. Well, there just happens to be something that's perfect for you to do. I'm recommending you to my old friends, but they don't believe in your abilities. If you can accomplish this, it will give me more confidence in front of them."

Ye Jinglan's expression shifted: "What?"

“Kill someone,” You Wensi said. “Li Changsheng, he is in this tomb right now.”

Ye Jinglan frowned, then suddenly laughed: "Didn't they say that the yin energy in this tomb is too heavy and not suitable for me to go in? I'm afraid that if I go in, the yin energy will enter my body and my hands and feet will become stiff, and I won't be able to do anything."

Her tone was mocking, which made You Wensi's expression freeze and she felt secretly annoyed.

Why does this guy have to nitpick over such a small thing?

She was annoyed, but he needed her right now, so she said in a gentle voice, "Don't panic, I can give you a warm jade pendant, which is enough to counteract the yin energy inside. This item is extremely precious, so you should keep it safe."

As she spoke, she looked up, and a milky-white jade pendant was handed to Ye Jinglan. The latter felt the temperature inside, her expression softened, and she accepted it. She then asked, "What abilities does that person possess? Tell me in detail so I can be on my guard."

You Wensi said, "There's not much, but he's skilled at using a kind of golden lightning that's quite lethal. You need to be careful."

"Of course, that's also why I think you're suitable for this mission. You can ride the storm, and you're agile enough to dodge his attacks and then counterattack, so it shouldn't be a problem."

She said that, based on past experience, she only needed to say a few words of flattery and Ye Jinglan would be overjoyed, running around like a lapdog without any complaints and working for her.

Chapter 362 Yin-Yang Elixir

Unfortunately, people grow up, especially after they realize what's happened. Hearing You Wensi's words, Ye Jinglan was slightly taken aback, and then she almost burst out laughing.

Golden divine lightning? A power to subdue demons and evil spirits?

What do you mean I'm agile? It's because you're afraid of his strength and don't dare to face him head-on, right?

Ye Jinglan found it amusing but didn't expose him. She nodded slightly and then suddenly said, "I understand. So, where is he now? Take me there, and I'll bring you his head."

……

At this moment, Yun Chuan and his group were still moving forward cautiously, even with trepidation.

However, no further attacks occurred along the way, and there wasn't even a single trap in the long corridor.

The cultivator led the way for quite a while. After turning a corner, the space in front of them suddenly opened up, revealing a small circular room. The walls, made of square bricks, were also circular, designed to blend seamlessly with the space inside the room and form a perfect magic array.

The floor of the room was also covered with intricate patterns, resembling a giant magic circle. In the center of the room stood a three-legged, two-eared bronze cauldron, from which wisps of black mist rose. A black and white pill floated in mid-air above the cauldron's opening, slowly rotating as if absorbing the surrounding yin spirits.

Upon seeing this scene, the fat Taoist priest's face immediately lit up with excitement. He exclaimed, "This must be the core of the Nine Yin Soul-Locking Formation! This cauldron must be the core of this great formation! Its power is boundless; even the golden core of a Golden Core cultivator cannot escape it. It accumulates endless Yin Soul power, and the final crystallization is that thing!"

Gazing at the pills at the cauldron's mouth, the man revealed a look of intoxication. He gently sniffed the fragrance of the medicine, and his expression immediately became even more excited: "Top-grade! The Yin-Yang Spirit Pills nurtured deep within this luxurious tomb are also top-grade!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces showed interest, except for the tall cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage who looked embarrassed and then asked, "Uh, this Yin-Yang Spirit Pill... forgive my ignorance, what exactly is it?"

The middle-aged male cultivator quickly answered, "It was a special pill produced by the Corpse Driving Sect. It was extremely precious and had countless uses. Because of this pill, many people believed that the Corpse Driving Sect had not completely fallen into evil ways, so the plan to eradicate it was delayed."

He was the oldest and knew a great deal about the history of the Corpse-Driving Sect when it was still around and had a good reputation: "In its simplest use, it can bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bones, directly giving new life to those on the verge of death; another example is that if a cultivator who is about to die takes it, his body can regain its vitality and even be rejuvenated—in the best case scenario, it can help people extend their lifespan by two hundred years."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately felt that the elixir was of immeasurable value. But the middle-aged male cultivator hadn't finished speaking; he continued, "However, this is not its best use. The best use is to activate the Yin spiritual power within after ingestion, and kill oneself!"

"There is great terror between life and death. In this process, the cultivator will be able to unleash the deepest potential of his life, and do many things that he never dared to think of before, and reach a realm that he never dared to imagine before. But the cultivator will not really die. The yang power in the elixir will eventually be able to bring you back safely, leaving you completely unharmed."

He spoke of this, boasting about the many miraculous uses of the elixir. Many of the people present already knew about it, but upon hearing him say it again, they couldn't help but become excited and unable to contain themselves.

Yun Chu'an's expression was somewhat strange. Yin-Yang Elixir? According to Qi Qiao, this thing was not considered particularly precious in the Corpse Driving Sect.

It's usually used for... uh...

Liar?

He couldn't help but turn his head and exchange a glance with Zhu Yunqing and Hua Caiyan. Just then, the two of them also turned their heads and looked at him, nodding slightly together.

Clearly, they had also considered the relevant information; this place was probably not the real location where the Corpse-Driving Sect's treasure was hidden.

Beyond that, in other places, there are hidden wonders.

Yun Chu'an scanned his surroundings, but unfortunately, with his limited knowledge, he couldn't discern anything.

Hua Caiyan glanced around, then frowned. Deep within the tomb, she recognized something familiar.

Ok……

Her eyes darted around as she began to scrutinize him closely. Yun Chu'an looked at her, but the girl simply waved her hand gently, signaling him to be patient and not to rush.

Ahead, the fat Taoist priest stood on tiptoe, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly turned around to say, "Everyone, the magic array on the ground is very complicated. If we are not careful, it will cause the Yin energy here to scatter, impacting your spirit, body, and soul. It may even cause the pill to explode. If that happens, none of us will be in good shape."

He deliberately exaggerated the situation to indirectly emphasize the importance of his professional knowledge. Yun Chu'an came to his senses, nodded, and said, "Then please take action and gradually dismantle the magic array here to retrieve the round cauldron and the pills."

The fat Taoist priest beamed and nodded repeatedly: "Alright, professional matters should be left to professionals. Don't worry, I've got it covered."

As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe, his expression serious, and silently recited a spell before lifting his leg and carefully extending it into the magic circle in the room.

Following some strange pattern, he stepped on the key nodes of the complex magic circle on the floor of the room one step at a time, pausing for a long time after each step and reciting a long incantation.

Only after doing all this would he take the next step, walking step by step to the center of the room, next to the three-legged, two-eared round cauldron.

He remained standing on tiptoe with his legs spread apart, making his posture look somewhat comical. He took out incense from his storage bag, lit it, and held it above his head. Then, while chanting a spell, he reached out and touched the round cauldron, slowly rotating it in one direction.

His movements were so tedious and complicated that everyone became impatient. After a long while, he finally managed to turn the cauldron around. Only then did everyone realize that there were actually words on the front of the round cauldron.

"The Three Talents Devouring Spirit Cauldron." The fat Taoist silently read out the words on it, then scratched his head, "What is that? I've never heard of it before, uh... never mind."

He shook his head to stop thinking about it, then chanted the incantation and continued to cast the spell.

Behind them, Zhu Yunqing's expression shifted slightly as she gently nudged Yun Chu'an. The latter looked up, puzzled, and then the woman leaned close to his ear, focusing her voice, and whispered, "That cauldron is the real treasure."

Yun Chu'an's eyes lit up, but he didn't say anything. Ahead, the fat Taoist took the black and white Yin-Yang Elixir floating in the cauldron and wanted to put it into his storage bag, but immediately, he felt as if there were thorns in his back.

Knowing that everyone was watching him, a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Weighing the value of the pill against the risk of keeping it all to himself, he gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, held up the pill, and turned around: "Fellow Daoist Changsheng, catch it."

As he spoke, he blew on it, and the pill floated up, slowly drifting into Yun Chu'an's hand, drawing everyone's attention to him.

Yun Chu'an did not accept it. He looked up at the fat Taoist priest who was taking down the round cauldron and said, "You really want this pill, don't you?"

The fat Taoist priest, who had been facing away from him, suddenly stiffened upon hearing this, turned around, and looked at him in disbelief: "Uh... this... haha, such a wonderful treasure, who wouldn't want it..."

He gave an awkward laugh, but his face was excited and filled with disbelief.

My God, no way! This Yin-Yang Elixir might be the most precious treasure in the entire tomb...

It's going to be mine?

Chapter 363 Colorful Flames Break Through Illusions

Really? Is this true?

The fat Taoist priest's heart trembled as he looked at Yun Chu'an, only to see the latter smile slightly and say, "If you need it urgently, then take it; if you're not in a hurry, I'll accept it."

The fat Taoist priest's blood boiled instantly, and his eyes turned red: "To be honest, Fellow Daoist Changsheng, my mother is nearing the end of her life, my wife was ambushed by a demon cultivator last year and is still suffering from chronic illness, and my child is still young and crying for milk, yet he has already lost at the starting line of his peers... I really, really need this Yin-Yang Spirit Pill!"

He seemed about to burst into tears and started to play the victim, but this was exactly what Yun Chu'an wanted: "I understand. Since you have so many difficulties, then this pill is yours."

As he spoke, he glanced at the people around him and said, "Of course, our journey has not been easy, and others should also have a share. However, this pill cannot be split, so you can convert it into some spirit stones and give it to the others."

Hua Caiyan was intently observing the wall when she heard the conversation behind her and turned around to look in confusion.

Zhu Yunqing gave her a wink, signaling her to calm down. The little fox thought for a while, then suddenly realized something. Without saying anything more, she turned back to continue deciphering the illusion on the wall.

In the center of the magic circle, the fat Taoist priest's face was flushed, and his expression was excited: "Very good, very good, I will carefully estimate the market price and definitely give you a solution that will satisfy everyone..."

Beside them, the female cultivator who had led the way had no idea of ​​Yun Chu'an's plan. Upon hearing this, she frowned slightly, then looked up and said with great dissatisfaction, "This is not fair, Fellow Daoist Changsheng. Without you, none of us could have passed through that path. You are our greatest contributor."

Yun Chu'an's expression was gentle as he continued, "We agreed on this while we were outside: I would arrange the distribution of the spoils. So, I'll take that round cauldron. Does anyone have any objections?"

As he spoke, he smiled, looked at the round cauldron, and said with a chuckle, "I think this Three Talents Spirit Devouring Cauldron is also a rare and useful treasure."

He was telling the truth, but no one present believed him. The Corpse-Driving Sect had gone to great lengths, setting up layers of protection and accumulating so much spiritual energy, all to refine that Yin-Yang Elixir.

As for the round cauldron, it is just a magic tool used to gather spiritual energy. Although it may have value, it is rather useless in comparison: it may be useful, but most of the people present do not know how to use it. And if it is sold, it is not certain whether it can fetch a good price. Moreover, who would dare to buy such a sinister magic tool that is strongly related to the Soul-Locking Array of the Corpse-Driving Sect?

Thinking about the trouble that taking this thing might cause, no one had any intention of taking it.

In comparison, the Yin-Yang Elixir, which can be eaten directly, is the more valuable thing.

Seeing that "Li Changsheng" had actually taken the initiative to deal with this troublesome thing, the group was immediately moved and filled with emotion.

Li Changsheng is a good person.

No wonder they were able to master this golden divine lightning; their magnanimity is something we can't compare to.

If you follow him, at least you won't have to worry about being taken advantage of.

The group exchanged glances, and each of them had formed a similar conviction.

Ahead, after some more fuss, the fat Taoist carefully removed the three-legged, two-eared round cauldron, held it in both hands, and turned around: "Here, Brother Changsheng, hehe..."

He blew a breath, and the cauldron immediately floated in mid-air, slowly flying towards Yun Chu'an. As he did this, the fat Taoist turned his head away, not daring to look him in the eye, clearly feeling guilty.

Even though this guy was also greedy for the value of the Yin-Yang Spirit Pill, he still had a conscience and knew that he had taken the best thing. On the contrary, "Li Changsheng" was the one who suffered the most loss.

Yun Chu'an accepted the cauldron. Ahead, the fat Taoist priest was about to return when he suddenly stopped him, saying, "Wait a minute, don't come back yet. There's something I need you to put there for me."

The fat Taoist priest paused, and then Yun Chu'an took a small package out of his pocket. He also silently recited an incantation, and the package floated into the air, slowly moved forward, and finally landed in the fat Taoist priest's hand.

He looked down at the package, a puzzled expression on his face: "Fellow Daoist, what is this?"

Yun Chuan said, "It was entrusted to me by a friend. It seems to be able to deal with evil and ferocity. Let me put it here. Perhaps it will have a miraculous effect."

He didn't elaborate, but since most of the cultivators present were adults, they knew that everyone had their own secrets and didn't ask any further questions.