Banshee Family Training Record

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The voluptuous woman wore a black and white fitted sword outfit, with a light blue belt around her slender waist. The crane and cloud patterns on the belt were lifelike and ethereal. Her body, as tempting and delicious as a ripe peach, exuded a unique charm.

The delicate sword-like attire clung to the curves of her body, the fabric at her chest stretched high by her two full breasts, so much so that the neckline was almost impossible to close properly, and the collar had to be opened half an inch lower than that of ordinary female cultivators, so that the snowy cleavage inside seemed to be faintly visible.

Therefore, one can imagine what magnificent and abundant fruit is wrapped under that outfit—after all, in this era, most female cultivators cannot afford a bra that can fix and support them, and under every curve there is no fake material.

This woman is none other than Dongfang Yue's birth mother, Yan Shuiyi's master, and the current sect leader of Qingyun Sect, Nangong Wan.

Having just received a message from her daughter, she used her boundless magic to freeze the space, rendering everyone immobile.

Then, she glanced at the woman in red with her phoenix eyes and saw that her short spear was still stuck in Yun Chuan's dantian, and frowned slightly.

Immediately, she stepped forward and gently tapped with her finger—

Instantly, the short spear in the woman's hand melted like flowing water. It was clearly a peerless weapon that could easily defeat Yan Shui and others, but now it seemed to have encountered snow water in the fire, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared with little to no trace.

She immediately chanted a spell to seal Yun Chu'an's wounds, ensuring her life was safe. Only then did she turn her head to look at the woman in red, her brows furrowed as if she had encountered something incomprehensible.

"Who are you?"

After a moment, she finally parted her lips and asked.

At this moment, the woman in red seemed to be breaking free from her control. She slowly turned her head and looked at Nangong Wan, her eyes wide open. Although she was quite beautiful, the surging anger and killing intent on her face made her look ferocious and hateful.

“You have no right to know,” she said arrogantly. “I failed, but that’s alright. One day, we will be one again.”

"At that time, we will be reborn—"

She strained her voice, squeezing out each word from her throat.

Before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly exploded, like a bomb that had been detonated.

Nangong Wan's expression changed, and she raised her hand to stop it, but it was too late. The woman exploded into a sky full of red mist, dissipating into the world, and in the blink of an eye, nothing was left.

Seeing that she had no clue about the other party's origins or identity, she had no choice but to sigh softly, raise her hand, and lift the seal on this space.

And so, the group of people who had been unable to move were now free. On the flying sword, Dongfang Yue, still shaken, gasped for breath. Seeing her mother arrive, she felt a wave of relief wash over her, followed by a surge of pent-up emotions that made her call out in a spoiled, almost childlike voice, "Mom..."

Nangong Wan ignored her, chanted an incantation to summon her flying sword, and used magic to make Yun Chu'an, the most seriously injured, lie on it. After settling him in, she turned to look at Dongfang Yue and asked softly, "What happened?"

Yan Shuiyi calmed herself down slightly, leaped forward, and said, "Master, these are the people I reported to you before: Yun Chuan and Fellow Daoist Nie Ningshuang. These two are the exceptionally talented girls I told you about: Yan Yao and Sui Sui."

After speaking, she glanced at the crowd around her and continued, "Fellow Daoist Yun, Fellow Daoist Nie, Yan Yao, Sui Sui, this is the current sect leader of our Qingyun Sect, and also my master, Nangong Wan."

On the flying sword, the heavily injured Yun Chu'an struggled to get up and bow, expressing his gratitude for her saving his life. However, Nangong Wan extended two fingers, gently pressed on his shoulder, and said softly, "No need for formalities. You are seriously injured, even your Golden Core is damaged. It is most important to focus on healing."

On the other flying sword, Yan Yao and Sui Sui, flanking Dongfang Yue, had different expressions. Yan Yao's eyes were fixed on Yun Chu'an, filled with anxiety, and he looked as if tears were about to fall.

The little snake demon Sui Sui glanced at the female cultivators. Even though she was very scared, she calmed herself down and bowed slightly to Nangong Wan to express her respect: "Greetings, Sect Leader."

She behaved with composure and poise, and despite being only ten years old, she was already better than many adults.

She's at least better than Nie Ningshuang next to her.

At this moment, the girl was speechless, her heart pounding wildly. She wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

If there's anything she should be most concerned about right now, it's Yun Chu'an's injuries; however, standing in front of Nangong Wan is one of the most powerful and highest-ranking cultivators in the entire Central Plains, and even in the Nine Provinces and Eight Desolations, perhaps even more noble than the Emperor of the Great Zhou!

After all, dynasties in the Central Plains sometimes change, but the Qingyun Sect has stood firm for countless years!

For a moment, Nie Ningshuang was at a loss for what to do. Should she first inquire about Yun Chuan's injuries, or should she first bow to Nangong Wan to express her respect?

So, the girl blushed with embarrassment, at a loss for words.

Nangong Wan didn't mind. The woman's gaze swept over her, seemingly able to see through her worry about Yun Chu'an's injuries, so she said softly, "There's no need to worry too much. Even though he injured his Golden Core, his soul and realm are temporarily safe. Our Qingyun Sect has no shortage of such rare and precious materials. With a few days of rest, he will recover."

After saying this, Nie Ningshuang finally breathed a long sigh of relief: "Ah, that's good, that's good... Ah, I mean, thank you, Sect Leader."

Chapter 533 Nangong Wan's New Discovery

Nie Ningshuang quickly corrected herself, her clumsy manner reminding Nangong Wan of how her daughter had made mistakes in the past. For a moment, she couldn't help but smile, her vermilion lips with a beauty mark curving slightly before quickly disappearing.

Immediately, her expression turned serious again: "So, what exactly happened just now? Who is that woman? Yan Shuiyi, tell me."

Yan Shui shook his head: "This disciple does not know either. This disciple has never seen that woman before. Today, I was just leading Fellow Daoist Yun and the others to Qingyun Sect. Unexpectedly, we were attacked halfway there. This disciple could not see through the other party's cultivation level and was even suppressed by her."

As she spoke, recalling the battle just now, Yan Shui couldn't help but feel ashamed. A sense of frustration welled up inside her, and she gritted her teeth, wanting to challenge that woman, but not knowing how.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan frowned slightly: "If that's the case... are there any other clues?"

Yan Shui said, "I don't know about anything else. Oh, if we're talking about distinctive features, that woman possesses many extraordinary weapons. They look like ordinary iron, but their strength is astonishing. They must have been made by a master smelter."

Beside him, Yun Chu'an, who was resting and healing on Nangong Wan's flying sword, suddenly changed his expression upon hearing this and turned his head: "Ordinary iron? My Guan Dao was forged from lightning-inducing cold iron, yet it shattered into dust with the slightest touch of her golden mace hammer..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken thinking about the fate of his weapon. Yan Shui hesitated, while Dongfang Yue, being straightforward, said directly, "Don't even mention your Guan Dao. The only reason it's still usable is because the material itself is sturdy. The actual forging process was extremely crude. Good heavens, let alone if the elders on the weapon-forging peak saw it, even I would feel ashamed if I took a closer look!"

Her tone was full of disdain. Yun Chu'an chuckled awkwardly upon hearing this. Although his Guan Dao was made of excellent materials, it was only forged with the help of the snake demon blacksmith from the Huang Mang family. It couldn't use any advanced techniques and was barely usable.

If it were to encounter a truly powerful weapon, it would be utterly shattered.

Nangong Wan did not participate in their argument, and then asked, "Does she still have any weapons left?"

Yan Shui Yi Dao: "Yes, the Han Bafang Ancient Sword she just used has been seized by me. There are also two Golden Gourd Hammers. She threw one down there herself, and the other one she just used to throw at Fellow Daoist Nie Ning Shuang should be lying somewhere down there now."

Nangong Wan nodded slightly upon hearing this, then landed on her own. She scanned the area with her divine sense and quickly located the two fallen golden maces.

One of them fell into a large river, almost smashing through the riverbed; the other landed on a mountaintop, almost breaking half of the cliff, causing chaos among the chickens and dogs on the mountain.

Nangong Wan didn't delay. She took the two weapons as clues and returned to her flying sword. She glanced at everyone and said, "Come to my flying sword. I'll take you home."

No one objected. Yan Shui put away her flying sword and let the girls come to Nangong Wan's flying sword.

The latter chanted a spell, which made his flying sword grow bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, it was more than ten meters wide and nearly one hundred meters long, making it easy for all of them to stand on it or even lie down.

Once everyone was in position, Nangong Wan chanted incantations and made hand seals, then took off forward with them.

The flying sword flew forward at dozens of times the speed of sound, yet the people on it moved as if on flat ground. The clouds and mountains below rushed past, but few of the people on the flying sword were in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery below.

Yan Shuiyi stood close to Yun Chuan, silently chanting incantations to channel spiritual energy into him and heal him; Yan Yao leaned over to his other side, holding his little hand, tears welling up in his eyes with heartache.

Nie Ningshuang stood by, wanting to help, but seeing him and Yan Shuiyi being so intimate, she felt a little uneasy. As for Dongfang Yue, she was even more conflicted, knowing that if Yun Chuan hadn't stepped forward, she would probably have been either dead or seriously injured by the sudden attack from the woman in red.

However, at this moment, seeing her senior sister holding his hand and using her internal energy to heal him, she felt a pang of jealousy. She knew it was wrong, so she had to suppress it.

Fortunately, her bad mood wouldn't last long. They had already covered almost 7,000 kilometers by plane, and now they had left the Central Plains and entered the vast expanse of 100,000 immortal mountains centered on Kunlun.

Lying on the flying sword, Yun Chu'an couldn't resist his curiosity. He held onto Yan Shuiyi's shoulder to help himself up, looked around, and was immediately amazed by what he saw.

This place seems to be a secluded plateau, with the lowest of the continuous green mountains probably reaching five thousand meters in height. However, the earth's veins beneath these mountains have been carefully arranged by immortals, locking in a rich spiritual energy that gathers here. Therefore, even the peaks over five thousand meters high are not cold at all, without a trace of ice crystals. Instead, they are covered with towering trees, lush and verdant, with abundant branches and leaves, just like a fairyland.

Cranes with crimson crests soared ten thousand meters above the sky, traversing the clouds and roaming freely. Looking closely, Yun Chuan saw glossy-furred deer leaping and foraging beneath towering trees, some hundreds of meters high. Further away, a tiger sat on a rock, holding a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument), clumsily attempting to play it with its paws. This scene always filled him with awe and wonder.

Seeing that he was alright, Nie Ningshuang gradually relaxed and admired the various wonders of the Ten Thousand Immortal Mountains, sighing repeatedly.

At this moment, Dongfang Yue felt a surge of inexplicable pride. Watching these people, acting like country bumpkins who had just arrived in the city, exclaiming in amazement at everything they saw, she couldn't help but put her hands on her hips, her tone laced with boasting, and said, "That's a peach tree that ripens only once every three hundred years, planted by the Queen Mother of the West herself when she descended to earth; that over there is an Enlightenment Tea Tree, the first seedling transplanted from an ancient tea tree..."

"And that one, that's the Bodhi tree where Buddha attained enlightenment. Buddha was kind-hearted, so he didn't take it to the celestial realm, but waited for a destined person to attain enlightenment under that tree again..."

Her incessant chatter, seemingly aimed at explaining science, was actually a way of showing off her knowledge.

Ahead, Nangong Wan, riding her sword, listened to her daughter's chattering. A faint smile slowly curved her lips, barely perceptible, but enough to show her joy as a mother.

Suddenly, she noticed that her beloved disciple, Yan Shuiyi, was holding the hand of the man named Yun Chuan and refusing to let go.

Suddenly, she seemed to be deep in thought.

However, she didn't say much and continued to fly on her sword. The flying sword passed through one immortal mountain after another, and finally, six uneven and rugged mountain peaks appeared in front of her, surrounding the tallest mountain in the center, which was quite a beautiful sight.

Upon seeing the towering green mountain, Dongfang Yue's eyes lit up. Pointing ahead, she exclaimed, "That's Qingyun Mountain! Our Qingyun Sect has a total of seven mountains. The central one is the main peak, and the other six are secondary peaks. The spiritual energy of the seven mountains is interconnected, forming a protective array. Even if an immortal descends to earth, he won't be able to break through it in a short time!"

Her voice was filled with pride, and her words surprised Yun Chuan slightly, before his eyes filled with envy.

He couldn't help but think to himself whether he should learn this "mountain-protecting formation" so that when he got home, he could set it up around Huai Mountain and not have to worry about assassins sneaking up the mountain.

As he pondered, Nangong Wan had already led them through the magic array and landed on the main peak. As the sect leader of Qingyun Sect, she held the highest authority over the mountain-protecting array, so no matter how many defenses were set up here, openly or secretly, it was impossible to keep her out.

Therefore, they soon landed on the mountaintop. The place was shrouded in clouds and mist, with an ethereal atmosphere, like a celestial paradise from a myth. However, there were no magnificent palaces or pavilions like those in a heavenly court. Instead, there was only a small wooden house, which seemed to be Nangong Wan's usual residence.

She met them as they landed here. Everyone disembarked from their flying swords, and then Nangong Wan instructed, "Dongfang Yue, take the guests and arrange their rooms. Yan Shuiyi, come with me, I have something to ask you."

Chapter 534 Do you like him?

Judging from this arrangement, someone who didn't know better would think that Yan Shuiyi was her biological daughter and Dongfang Yue was adopted.

However, Dongfang Yue herself had no complaints about this arrangement. She led Yun Chu'an and the others down the mountain and arranged guest rooms for them at the Qingyun Sect.

Nangong Wan then turned around and slowly walked towards the small wooden house in the distance.

She walked slowly, gesturing for Yan Shui to follow. Yan Shui's heart skipped a beat; an ominous feeling settled over her, causing her heart to race.

She kept her head down, saying little, her heart pounding with nervousness. She rarely felt this way in front of her revered teacher; usually, she only felt this way when she had made a mistake and was awaiting criticism.

She remained silent, head bowed. Though she hadn't said anything yet, she seemed like a little girl who had made a mistake, obediently awaiting the criticism to come.

Then she saw her master pause, calling out, "Yan Shui Yi?"

Yan Shui was startled, but then noticed that her master's tone was gentle and did not seem to be criticizing her, which calmed her down a bit: "Yes, Master."

Then she saw Nangong Wan turn around, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she stared at her, as if trying to see through her heart.

Yan Shui felt flustered under the gaze, her eyes darting away. Finally, unable to bear the immense psychological pressure, she took the initiative to ask, "Master, is there anything else you want to ask me?"

Nangong Wan smiled slightly and said, "I haven't figured out how to ask yet, but don't you have anything to say?"

As she spoke, she blinked: "For example, the inside story about how you used your Golden Core cultivation to slay a Nascent Soul cultivator with your sword?"

Yan Shui calmed herself down; she wasn't flustered about the matter anymore.

In fact, she had already told most of the truth in her letters to Nangong Wan, but it would have been more convenient to discuss the details in person.

She then said, "There are many details to this matter. Firstly, the Yellow Python Ancestor's own technique has a flaw, which is a fatal weakness. Fortunately, someone knew the inside story and informed me, and I was able to capture him and defeat him."

"However, he still managed to escape during the first encounter. The second time, the giant snake somehow found a master who taught him Buddhist divine skills and almost wiped out all the disciples and others. In the critical moment, it was actually Yun Chu'an who intervened and saved the day."

As she spoke, her expression became rather subtle: "But later, due to various considerations, he asked us to try not to publicize his achievements too much, which is why it became a story that I killed a Nascent Soul cultivator with my Golden Core form. I didn't really want it to be like this, but alas..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and sighed softly, "This is also one of the reasons why I hoped he could come to Qingyun Sect to exchange ideas on thunder techniques. His abilities and skills are worthy of our respect as an honored guest."

Nangong Wan nodded gently upon hearing this: "Yes, I understand. Is that all?"

Yan Shui Yi Dao said, "I don't have any more clues about the master behind that Yellow Python Ancestor. I can only speculate that he might be a heretical monk who has fallen into demonic possession. But there are many temples in the world. More importantly, we need to ask people from the Buddhist sect to investigate."

Nangong Wan nodded, indicating that she understood: "I understand, is there anything else?"

This time, Yan Shui paused slightly: "And... that's all about the Yellow Python Ancestor. There's nothing more."

Nangong Wan smiled and continued, "Really, there's nothing left?"

Yan Shui tensed up: "It's really gone..."

Nangong Wan continued, "For example, about that man named Yun Chu'an?"

Yan Shuiyi's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed slightly. She turned her face away and stammered, "No... Master, I have already written everything I needed to say in my letter to you."

Nangong Wan showed a knowing look: "Oh, I see, that makes sense..."

Yan Shuiyi had just breathed a sigh of relief when Nangong Wan's words struck her like a thunderbolt: "But why didn't that letter say that you like him?"

Yan Shui was struck dumb, her back drenched in sweat. She quickly waved her hands and shook her head repeatedly, denying it, "Master, you've misunderstood. He and I...he and I...we're just ordinary friends!"

She was so nervous that she couldn't control herself, which made Nangong Wan chuckle: "Silly child, your emotions are already written all over your face."

As she spoke, a kind of loving expression appeared on her face. She stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder: "I didn't mean to blame you. Besides, that Yun Chu'an does seem like a reliable and responsible man."

Having just arrived at the battlefield, seeing Yun Chu'an's posture after being stabbed through the dantian by the woman in red, Nangong Wan had already guessed everything: that man must have been worried about the safety of the three girls on the flying sword, so he took the initiative to rush up to shield them, which is why he was killed by the woman in red.

She admired his sense of responsibility. Later, she noticed that her adopted daughter, Yan Shuiyi, who was also her most outstanding disciple, seemed to have fallen in love with him. Although she was still reluctant, after a little thought, she felt that this was also a good choice.

For Yan Shuiyi, this might be a good ending.

Therefore, Nangong Wan's attitude towards this matter is still encouraging for the time being.

Yan Shui blushed at this. She wanted to say something, but then she hesitated, remembering that Yun Chu'an actually had a wife: "No... Master, you don't know, there's something more complicated behind this matter."

She spoke softly, her face full of difficulty. Nangong Wan was slightly puzzled, then suddenly realized something and said, "You and he had a fight, and you're sulking and don't want to talk to him?"

As the sect leader, she was not unfamiliar with this situation. Previously, in the Qingyun Sect, there was a pair of cultivators who liked each other but were both arguing and wanted the other to confess first. As a result, the two people who were in love from the beginning dragged it out for almost a hundred years before finally confessing their feelings.

Yan Shui lowered her head and whispered, "No... I..."

She hesitated, her shame preventing her from directly telling her most respected adoptive mother that the man she loved was a married man.

Nangong Wan simply attributed this to her disciple's thin skin and reluctance to speak up, which led to a complex emotional conflict between them, making it difficult to determine who was right and who was wrong.

Immediately, she earnestly advised her, "My disciple, if such a thing is happening, you might as well think carefully. Are those trivial conflicts really that important compared to your feelings, or even your future life?"