Banshee Family Training Record

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Yan Shui hurriedly said, "My junior sister is here, I... I'm not mentally prepared yet, I have to go..."

She lowered her head, feeling both ashamed and anxious, while Yun Chuan remained calm and composed, saying in a low voice, "Even if you fly out of the window now, can you guarantee that no outsider will see you? Don't forget last time, it was because you ran away in a panic that Qiao'er saw through your plan."

Upon hearing this, Yan Shui was immediately at a loss: "What should we do? Yue'er is already here..."

Before she could finish speaking, Dongfang Yue's voice rang out again from outside the room: "Hey, hey, hey? Yun Chu'an, you're not still not up, are you?"

Yun Chuan said loudly, "Wait a moment, I'll open the door for you once I'm ready."

After saying that, he lowered his voice again: "What are you afraid of? You are here to heal my injuries with your internal energy. What is there to hide? If she asks, just be honest and straightforward. The more guilty you are, the more suspicious she will be. On the contrary, the more innocent you are, the more she will think that she is overthinking things."

Yan Shui lowered her head, wanting to say that she actually felt guilty. But looking into Yun Chu'an's eyes, she could only swallow her words and nod, "Okay..."

Yun Chu'an said no more, then recited a spell to cover himself with his clothes, then got up and went to open the door.

At the entrance, Dongfang Yue was still dressed as before, in simple and neat sword attire, with a sword at her waist. Her bright eyes sparkled, and she looked lively and cute.

Seeing him open the door, she took out a pill box from her storage bag and said, "I went to Dan Ding Peak yesterday. The elder said that although you are fine, if you want to save time, taking a tonic would be helpful... Senior Sister?!"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Yan Shui walk out of his room, and her mind went completely blank: "Senior sister, what are you doing in his room?!"

She screamed in alarm, and Yan Shuiyi, who had just come out, became even more flushed.

Yun Chu'an remained calm and explained, "Fellow Daoist Yan Shui was worried about my injuries, so he came here specifically to transfer spiritual energy to me and help me circulate my qi. I don't need this pill anymore; I've almost fully recovered and am completely unharmed."

He chuckled softly as he spoke. Seeing his composed expression, Dongfang Yue was momentarily skeptical: "Is...is that so, Senior Sister?"

She turned to look at Yan Shuiyi, who turned her face away and said very awkwardly, "It's...it's like this, Yue'er, we were just healing, nothing else happened..."

Fearing she wouldn't believe her, Yan Shuiyi quickly added, emphasizing, "Don't overthink it."

Seeing this, Dongfang Yue's heart immediately sank. She glanced at Yun Chu'an beside her and saw a hint of helplessness flash across his face, and immediately understood.

This man is a liar and a scumbag; he must be teaching his senior sister to lie!

Unfortunately, my pure and upright senior sister is not good at lying, and I still managed to see through these clues!

The author says:

Author's note: I'm sorry, something came up tonight, so there will only be one update today. Please understand.

Chapter 541 Nangong Wan's Marriage?

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In an instant, Dongfang Yue's face flushed red with anger, her fists clenched, and her whole body trembled: "I kindly went to Dan Ding Peak to ask for pills for you, and you actually did such a thing behind my back, Yun Chu'an!"

"I misjudged you!"

She roared and turned to leave. Yan Shui knew she must have figured something out, and regretted it deeply. She should have just opened the window and flown away.

She quickly reached out and grabbed her junior sister, saying urgently, "Yue'er, don't think nonsense. There's really nothing between Chu'an and me."

Her urgency was palpable, and Dongfang Yue felt a surge of grief and indignation in her eyes. She thought to herself, "Senior Sister, you've unconsciously changed how you address him. Now you call him so affectionately, whereas before you always just called him 'Fellow Daoist Yun.'"

She gritted her teeth and looked at Yan Shuiyi: "Then, senior sister, look me in the eye and repeat what you just said!"

Yan Shui immediately turned her face away, not daring to meet her gaze: "This... Yue'er, you have to trust your senior sister..."

Dongfang Yue was almost in tears, thinking to herself, "Senior sister, you're clearly guilty." She wanted to say, "You wait, I'm going to tell Mother right now," but just as she was about to take a step, a thought suddenly struck her, and she realized something.

Will my mother support me?

If the senior sister insists that there's really nothing between them...

And, if this gets out, what will it do to my senior sister's reputation...?

She bit her lower lip secretly, feeling indignant and resentful. She glared at Yun Chu'an, wishing she could tear this man who had taken advantage of her to pieces.

In response, Yun Chu'an turned his face away, as if he felt guilty and dared not look her in the eye.

His reaction further convinced Dongfang Yue that her judgment was absolutely correct. She gritted her teeth secretly, thinking to herself that revenge is never too late, and that she could take it after figuring out the details.

Immediately, she coldly handed the pill to Yun Chu'an: "You should eat it as soon as possible, so that my pleading for you for so long won't have been in vain."

Yun Chu'an sighed inwardly, took the package, and said, "Thank you, Miss Dongfang."

Seeing her icy, pretty face, he knew that the girl was still angry, so he quickly spoke up and changed the subject, saying, "Oh right, Miss Dongfang, there's something I need to confirm with you."

Dongfang Yue remained cold: "What? Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say!"

Yan Shui looked displeased: "Yueyue, how can you speak so rudely!"

Dongfang Yue pouted and said no more, but Yun Chu'an said, "Miss Dongfang, from your perspective on the flying sword yesterday, who was the primary target of that crazy woman in red?"

"Is it you, or Yan Yao sitting on the flying sword?"

This sentence immediately diverted Dongfang Yue's attention. Her expression shifted, she thought carefully, and suddenly paused: "It seems... it really is Yan Yao."

Yun Chu'an nodded slightly: "Then that's it. From my perspective, that mysterious woman was also after Yan Yao."

As he spoke, his gaze grew increasingly grave: "I need to conduct a more detailed investigation into Yan Yao's true background..."

Hearing him say this, Dongfang Yue's initial excitement gradually subsided. The girl frowned, pondered for a moment, and then whispered, "I'll go tell my mother about this and ask her to personally investigate Yan Yao's bloodline and soul."

"Among the people we know, no one is more suitable to investigate this matter than my mother."

Beside him, Yan Shui nodded and said, "That's right. Master is knowledgeable and experienced; he should have some clues. Yue'er, where are Yan Yao and the others resting? Why don't we take them there now?"

Dongfang Yue nodded, then turned around and led the way: "They are not far away. Mother should have nothing else to do right now, so come with me."

As she spoke, she led the way and soon arrived at another small wooden house. Although they had been awake for a while, cultivators at the Golden Core stage did not need much sleep. The two Qi Refining stage girls had also just woken up and were now sitting in front of a square table, eating breakfast with chopsticks.

There were two bowls of fragrant noodles, which Dongfang Yue had ordered to be delivered to them early in the morning. The aroma was so enticing that Yun Chu'an could smell it from a great distance.

The two girls were also enjoying their noodles, slurping them down with gusto. Beside them, Nie Ningshuang, watching the girls eat, seemed unable to resist her own craving, secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva before saying, "Hey, you two eat slowly, don't choke."

Yun Chu'an noticed her little movements, stepped forward, and said with a smile, "Third Sister, if you're craving it, why don't you just pick up your chopsticks and have a bite? Why hold back?"

Nie Ningshuang turned her face away, her expression somewhat unnatural: "I'm not craving... Just kidding, I'm already a Golden Core cultivator, how could I possibly crave these kinds of foods..."

As she spoke, fearing that continuing the topic would only make her more embarrassed, the girl quickly changed the subject, saying, "Oh, by the way, what are our plans for today?"

Dongfang Yue didn't care about her reaction and said, "Nothing else, I'm just showing you around the Qingyun Sect. Senior Sister, go arrange other things."

"Oh, before the visit, we need to take Yan Yao to see Mother. Yun Chu'an and I discussed it and we both feel that there is something strange about Yan Yao. Perhaps Mother can find out something if she investigates carefully."

As she spoke, she looked down at the girl and saw that Yan Yao had already raised his head, his bright eyes gazing at Yun Chu'an, still worried about him: "Is your injury healed?"

Yun Chu'an stepped forward, gently stroked her head, and said softly, "It's all better now, don't worry anymore."

Across from him, the little snake demon Sui Sui's expression shifted. She picked up her bowl, took a chopstick, and handed it to him: "Dad, this is delicious. You should try some too."

Yun Chu'an smiled and opened his mouth to take a bite. The stir-fried noodles were flavorful and delicious, and the noodles were chewy and easy to eat. It was indeed a unique and wonderful flavor. He praised it endlessly after just one bite: "It's really delicious."

As he spoke, he pushed the bowl back and said, "You eat, Sui Sui. We still have to go up the mountain after we finish eating."

The little snake demon smiled, took the bowl back, and buried her head in it, slurping it down until it was empty.

After wiping their mouths clean, everyone went up the mountain together.

At the mountaintop, Nangong Wan stood alone on a huge blue rock, frowning and silently chanting an incantation. The misty spiritual energy surged around her, causing her beautiful long hair to flutter in the wind, and the cuffs of her sword-armored robes to rustle in the breeze.

She stood there alone, and because of the wind, her already well-fitting sword attire clung tightly to her skin, outlining her full and smooth body lines. Her full breasts were tightly outlined on her chest, and even though her plump buttocks were covered, those lines alone were enough to make one's blood boil.

Those who know her well and spend time with her often will notice that her breasts seem to be more prominent today.

That's because, although it's not visible from the outside, she wasn't wearing her usual bellyband today. Instead, she put on the bra that Yan Shuiyi had given her, which supported her breasts and perfectly shaped them, making them look even more upright and full.

Naturally, it is even more tempting.

However, no one was there to appreciate this sensual scene. Nangong Wan stood alone on the bluestone, head bowed, silently chanting incantations, communicating with someone in the distance:

"The King of Qin has launched a brazen invasion... We should keep an eye on things. If it's just a routine war between the vassal states and doesn't involve the resurgence of evil cultivators, then it's not convenient for us to intervene..."

"Has the 'Wolf Lord' fallen? What is the situation with the new 'Wolf Lord'? Is she a woman? Hopefully, she won't be as bloodthirsty as Maodun..."

"What about the Buddhist sect? Hmm... Hmm... That's right, I know. They're always loosely organized, and there are so many Buddhist temples and monasteries across the country, it's really hard to investigate. But, they've already become so arrogant, we still need to urge them on..."

"Is the pollution level of the extraterrestrial demons increasing? I understand. I will personally take action to clean it up in a few days. As for Buddhism? Don't let them take action. The important thing is to get them to find out about the evil monk as soon as possible..."

She spoke slowly and deliberately, point by point, as she countered his words. However, as she spoke, she suddenly frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure appearing on her pretty face: "Thank you for your kindness, Senior, but Wan'er has no plans for remarriage at the moment. If I meet someone suitable, then we can discuss it later..."

She gave this perfunctory reply, then added, "Alright, senior, let's end our exchange here for now. If any new developments occur, we can discuss it again."

Without waiting for a reply, she cut off the call, gazed at the distant mountains, and sighed softly.

Just then, footsteps sounded from behind. Nangong Wan's expression shifted, and with a sweep of her divine sense, she knew who had arrived.

She wiped the worry from her face, regained her composure, and turned to look back. She saw Dongfang Yue skipping up to her, calling out, "Mom, we need your help with something."

Nangong Wan didn't say much, but Yun Chu'an explained his purpose, which immediately made the woman take it seriously. She placed her hand on Yan Yao's head, advising him to relax and not resist, and then circulated her spiritual energy within her body.

Then, the woman frowned, her expression turning rather unpleasant.

Yun Chu'an looked tense and didn't dare to ask any further questions, only waiting anxiously. Nangong Wan's face remained gloomy for a long time before she finally spoke, saying softly, "Yan Yao... there's some power within her that's imprisoning her spiritual energy, preventing her from cultivating."

“With my power, I can destroy this confinement, but the situation inside her body is much more complicated. What I’m unsure about is what the consequences would be if I rashly destroyed everything, and whether it would be a good thing for her.”

Chapter 542 Tiger Blacksmith

After saying that, Nangong Wan's gaze fixed on Yun Chu'an: "Are you sure you want to try it?"

Yun Chu'an was speechless, looking worried. She looked down at Yan Yao's pretty face and gritted her teeth, "Thank you for your guidance, but in that case... never mind. I've only had her for three years, I can afford to wait a little longer."

Nangong Wan nodded gently, not in a hurry: "That's true. To be on the safe side, it's best not to make too many changes for the time being."

"I will keep an eye out for information about this kind of formation for you. Oh right, the weapon we seized yesterday, that woman in red, has now been sent to the Weapon Forging Peak to analyze its raw materials, forging techniques, and possible origins."

"If you have time, you should go there. You should be able to gain something from it."

She said this because she had her own things to do, and by saying so, it was tantamount to asking her to leave.

Knowing her mother's personality, Dongfang Yue led everyone away from the small wooden house and back outside. Then she suggested, "Shall we go and take a look at the Weapon Refining Peak?"

Yun Chu'an nodded: "Well, since we're going to visit the Qingyun Sect anyway, it doesn't matter where we start."

Yan Shuiyi, standing nearby, also said, "I'll lead the way."

As she spoke, she silently chanted an incantation, summoning her flying sword and enlarging it. At the same time, she explained, "The Qingyun Sect's protective array strictly prohibits outsiders from flying freely within the sect's territory. Ordinary disciples can only practice sword control in specific areas. However, I do have the authority to fly freely, so it would be very convenient to take you with me."

Dongfang Yue's expression shifted, and she suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her senior sister's arm, and said, "Senior sister, aren't you busy with other things? I can take them on the sect tour."

She tried to pull Yan Shuiyi, but couldn't budge her at all. The latter looked helpless and said, "Yue'er, Fellow Daoist Yun and the others are guests I invited, so I should be the one to lead them."

Dongfang Yue paused, her heart burning with anxiety. She had so much she wanted to say to her alone, but she couldn't seem to find the right opportunity.

Later, Yun Chu'an took the initiative to say, "I don't mind. If Fellow Daoist Yanshui has other things to do, we can stroll around on our own."

Yan Shui glanced at him, then reached out and grabbed Dongfang Yue's hand, telling her to let go: "Yue'er, guests are guests, and as the hosts, we can't just leave them here like this."

"We can talk about it later. In any case, we can't neglect our guests today."

Dongfang Yue wanted to say something more, but then she saw her senior sister's expression change: "As for you, didn't you say you would cultivate diligently after you came back? You shouldn't come with me. It would be more practical for you to go back and read more classic texts and scriptures."

Dongfang Yue's face immediately turned anxious, and she quickly said, "It's alright, Senior Sister, there's no rush. I... I'm worried that you don't have experience in this area, and you might not be able to explain things properly, right? I don't want the guests to misunderstand..."

As she spoke, she seized the opportunity to step forward and put her arm around her: "As for cultivation, you can give me some pointers later, Senior Sister. It's alright, it's alright, we can't afford to delay..."

She dared not leave now, allowing Yan Shuiyi and Yun Chu'an to spend time together in private. Yan Shuiyi rolled her eyes at her, but didn't say anything more. She was more fond of her younger sister: "Come on, let's go together."

Hearing her permission, Dongfang Yue finally breathed a long sigh of relief. The group boarded their flying swords together and set off on their journey.

The mountain was towering and vast, and the mountain roads were often hundreds of miles long. However, with the speed of Yan Shui Yi Fei Jian, they landed on another mountain peak in less than ten minutes.

A slightly pungent smell of smoke and dust wafted from the mountain peak, causing Yun Chu'an to frown slightly. However, he immediately realized that this was the smell of metal smelting at the Qingyun Sect's weapon-refining peak.

A hint of curiosity appeared on his face as he looked at Yan Shuiyi and asked, "Fellow Daoist, where would the Qingyun Sect's weapon-refining peak rank in the entire Central Plains?"

Yan Shui looked thoughtful and before she could speak, Dongfang Yue interrupted, "It's actually hard to judge. Although there are always busybodies who make all sorts of rankings, ranking the weapon-refining departments of this country or sect, and even the weapon-refining sects, in reality, everyone's tasks are different, so their areas of expertise are completely different."

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Yan Shuiyi's hand, signaling her to be quiet, and said, "Just like our Qingyun Sect's weapon-refining peak, it mainly makes weapons for the sect's disciples. So the elders should consider more whether these weapons are compatible with the disciples' cultivation techniques and swordsmanship. Sometimes, they even have to give up some quality for this purpose. If they think that their weapon-refining skills are not up to par because of this, it would be biased."

"In contrast, the metallurgical departments and the Ministry of Works of the various vassal states have to consider the coordination of battle formations more; as for those weapon-refining sects, the weapons and armor they forge are to be sold to cultivators all over the world, so they have to consider versatility more..."

Yun Chu'an listened and nodded gently: "I understand, the difference between dedicated weapons and permanent weapons."

Dongfang Yue didn't understand what he meant, and just kept talking to herself, finally concluding: "Everyone has different strengths, so it's not appropriate to insist on saying that one is better or worse. However, even so, there's no problem in analyzing the forging techniques of other cultivators."

As she spoke, she stepped forward and began to climb the mountain, with Yun Chu'an and the others following behind. Although it was called the Refining Peak, the smell of smoke and dust was not actually strong here; most of the area was still lush with trees, filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.

As the group ventured deeper into the forest, a circular clearing suddenly appeared before them. A tiger with white fur and wearing thick, dirty gray blacksmith's clothes stood before an anvil, holding a huge iron hammer and forging a massive steel knife.

Upon seeing them approach, the giant tiger blacksmith merely raised his eyelids and said nothing more.