Minglong

Chapter 374 Temple
Ye Yunchi was like someone falling into the clouds. Hearing the sound suddenly startled him back to his senses, but he couldn't control his body after crossing the threshold. He could only tense his limbs and grit his teeth to endure it.

As a result, Xie Jinhuan's situation worsened. He was hugged so tightly his face turned red, and it took a great deal of effort for him to manage to speak calmly:
"Senior Ye inquired about my future schedule, so I'll go rest right away. Please wait a moment..."

"Future schedule..."

A suspicious sound came from outside the door, followed by two footsteps that quietly left.

Ye Yunchi had already lost himself in his own thoughts and forgotten everything, and after venting his emotions, he was startled and his mind became much clearer.

After recovering from the afterglow, she found herself clinging to Xie Jinhuan like an octopus girl just out of the water. Her face instantly turned bright red, and she quickly let go, pulled the blanket up, and moved away.
"You...what did you do to me?"

"what?"

Xie Jinhuan finally caught her breath and was stunned by the sound, but seeing Senior Sister Naigua's bewildered look, she quickly got up:
"What can I do? I can only use my internal energy to help Senior Ye expel the poison. Look, his clothes are all perfectly fine..."

Ye Yunchi felt as if he had experienced something he had never experienced before in his life, but their clothes were no different from before. Because he was worried about being discovered, he urged them to hurry up first:
"Get out of here quickly, or people will misunderstand."

Xie Jinhuan thought there was probably nothing to misunderstanding, but still nodded:

"Alright. Is Senior Ye alright now?"

"I feel much better. You can go out now. I want to be alone."

"it is good."

Xie Jinhuan slipped out of the room and closed the door.

Click~
Ye Yunchi's mind cleared up considerably, and he tried to recall what he had just done, but he immediately remembered naming the child, which startled him. He thought to himself:

Ye Yunchi, Ye Yunchi, what nonsense are you spouting?

Xie Jinhuan, as a man, could resist the urge to sit with a woman in his lap, yet you can't even control yourself with the Seven Emotions Pill. What kind of Confucian disciple are you...?

How did he force the poison out just now...?

Although Ye Yunchi didn't know where that feeling of soaring to the sky came from, he guessed that he had lost his chastity. His face turned slightly pale, and he quickly checked the chastity mark on his arm, only to find that it was completely intact...

What happened? Isn't this considered a breach of integrity?

If things stay like this, it might alleviate the itch of being anxious about getting married...

Practice makes perfect...

blah blah blah...

Ye Yunchi felt that the effects of the Seven Emotions Pill hadn't worn off yet, and strictly ordered himself not to have any more misunderstandings with a married man. Then he lifted the covers, got up, ran to the bathtub, and began to quietly destroy the evidence...

……
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A moment later, at the stern.

Soft light shone through the curtains, and faint sounds echoed within.

zizi~
Nangong Ye had already taken off her white nightgown, revealing a set of lace magical artifacts. She sat sideways on the edge of the bed, feeding the exhausted boy while holding him in her arms, looking slightly puzzled.
"Can accounts be settled like this? How could you do this without my master's permission... What is your master's status?"

Bu Yuehua straightened her back and rode a large horse, her black-rimmed glasses reflecting the white orb of light in her palm, giving her a slightly smug look.

"My master is definitely a reclusive master; he must have some basis for saying that. But I'm not sure if it's true, so I'm asking Xie Jinhuan. Xie Jinhuan?"

"Ok?"

Xie Jinhuan lay in Bing Tuozi's arms, enjoying the violent sitting on the big-eyed girl, and forgot his own name again. He only turned his head when he heard the sound:

"Hmm... it should be possible. Even if it doesn't, Master Qixia will hold it against me. I'll find time to snatch another one. You can keep the one Master gave you."

Seeing this, Bu Yuehua felt relieved, put away the divine gift, and, with her hands supporting her strong chest, earnestly rewarded her husband who had done so much.

Seeing Xie Jinhuan open his mouth again, Nangong Ye didn't lean in, but instead seemed lost in thought:
"What is your relationship with Miss Mingji? If you two also... then the demoness becoming her disciple, along with Wanyi, wouldn't that mean..."

Bu Yuehua blinked, confident and fearless:
“A person who cultivates himself should be bold and responsible. Do you think everyone is like you, outwardly abstaining from men but secretly treating their husband like a son?”

"You're looking for a fight, aren't you?"

"Hey!"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Xie Jinhuan quickly took the initiative: "Alright, you've been busy for so long, you two should lie down and rest. Leave the hard work to me."

Bu Yuehua lay back on the pillow, and seeing that Nangong Ye was still glaring at her, she retorted defiantly:
"What are you looking at? I'm telling the truth. I dare to call Wanyi over to celebrate our victory right now. Do you dare?"

Nangong Ye certainly wouldn't dare, so he could only grimace as he pressed the demoness down to be tortured. But halfway through, the demoness actually called Wanyi over, which frightened her so much that she quickly restrained herself and became an ostrich, keeping quiet...
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Phoenix Port in Southern Xinjiang.

Waves crash against the shore, and the sea breeze whips against the hundred-foot-high stone cliffs.

Sikong Tianyuan, leaning on his cane, walked into the dark tunnel, his steps noticeably heavier than usual.

His apprentice, Zitong, walked beside him, head hunched over, his tone quite sorrowful:
"Master Mo Yuan has been dismembered, and Master Chen is missing. I reckon he won't be coming back either. Add to that Fang Qingxuan, Gu Xuanzun, and Long Boyuan, and we've suffered heavy losses. But I brought the Snake back..."

Zitong was the first product created by Sikong Tianyuan in his research on the Corpse Ancestor's 'Transformation and Nurturing Technique'.

The Corpse Ancestor's craft was developed during his travels in the Western Rong region. He witnessed many deformed half-demon children being drowned and developed the technique. The process involved grafting the blood of a normal person to restore the half-demon to human form.

Sikong Tianyuan was much younger than the Corpse Ancestor and belonged to the same generation as Chen Yishan and Mo Yuan. However, the Corpse Ancestor was his father's eldest disciple, so he had to call him senior brother.

Although he had hardly ever met him in his memory, Sikong Tianyuan gradually saw through the essence of the cultivation path after becoming the sect leader. He also understood what the Corpse Ancestor was doing back then. Therefore, he began to try to pick up the mantle of the Corpse Ancestor and reversed the thinking, giving normal people bloodline power and turning them into half-demons.

However, the Corpse Ancestor is the only person in two thousand years after the Martial Ancestor to establish a sect and become an ancestor, so it is obviously difficult to compare with him.

Zitong, as the first finished product, is incredibly strong, but he is only 1.4 meters tall, has a lot of hair and a shifty look. When he stands next to Steward Hou from the capital... Steward Hou still has a more refined air about him.

The solution was later changed to suppressing the bloodline of spirit beasts, which finally stabilized the situation and created promising talents such as Bai Xu and He Hai, who seemed no different from ordinary people. However, their spirit beast bloodlines were weak, so their strength could not be strong.

However, if the bloodline bestowed is too strong, the suppression must be even greater, making it impossible for them to awaken at all, such as Zhao De and He Can.

Although the finished product was a half-demon, biology was a strong point of the witch religion. Therefore, Sikong Tianyuan was not actually a traitor to the religion and a follower of the demonic path. Chen Yishan and Mo Yuan were once core fellow disciples, and now they had both died for the cause. Sikong Tianyuan could not help but feel a little sad.

However, if he wants to contend with the entire cultivation path, he can't possibly only have these few trump cards.

As the two ventured deeper, they soon arrived at an underground palace deep within the tunnel.

The underground palace was enormous, divided into nearly a hundred rooms. Several figures dressed in cloaks moved back and forth, tending to the Gu worms, puppets, and other creatures they were raising. There were also several intelligent children learning various martial arts techniques.

At the deepest part of the palace was a grand hall supported by massive pillars that would take several people to encircle. Inside were many memorial tablets bearing the names of martyrs such as Taishu Dan and He Xiu.

At the very front of the main hall is a bronze door, on which is carved a giant relief of a bird with a human body and three heads and six arms. Despite the passage of thousands of years, the bird's eyes still shine brightly, as if a god is looking down on the mortals below.

He Can stood before his master's memorial tablet, offering incense, his eyes filled with disbelief:
"The Underworld God Cult is really particular; they even set up a memorial tablet for my master. Does my master deserve it?"

"As long as you are a martyr, the church will remember your merits and take care of your family. Otherwise, you would have died long ago, how could you have survived to this day..."

Zhang Chu, who had been brought back as a mere ornament, was now offering incense to all his former superiors, including his second and third masters, a hint of melancholy in his eyes:

"However, the risks of following the unorthodox path are indeed great these days. I remember the last time the entire sect was gathered together was a few years ago at a large meeting. I never imagined that in the blink of an eye, they would be all lined up here..."

"Where's my stepfather's memorial tablet? Is he still alive?"

"Shh~"

"Isn't this the Underworld God Cult? Why is there a ancestral witch's inscription on the door? What's behind the door?"

"How would I know..."

……

Sikong Tianyuan, leaning on his cane, walked to the door. He had originally intended to meet the orphan of his senior brother Mo Yuan, but after listening to a couple of lines of crosstalk, he felt there was no need to meet him. Instead, he turned his gaze to the Gu Poison Sect's founder inscribed on the bronze door:
"I possess the Azure Dragon Divine Gift, so it doesn't matter that Yishan and the others didn't obtain it. However, we cannot lose the opportunity at the Northern Sea Lake. Master Qixia has already gone to the north. From now on, keep an eye on Xie Jinhuan's movements and try your best to find out his whereabouts. But don't be careless; you may no longer be his match."

Zitong is quick-witted and skilled in earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of martial arts technique). He might not be able to defeat Xie Jinhuan, but there are truly few people in the world who can catch up with him. Hearing this, he nodded and then looked at the two soldiers inside the hall:
"What should we do with these two?"

“These two are jinxes; wherever they go, trouble follows. Half of the people supported in the palace are related to them, so they can’t be kept around. There’s a batch of medicinal herbs from Queyue Manor being transported to Jingzhao Prefecture; let them go there by boat.”

"Uh... Master means to send these two jinxes to the Capital Prefecture to wreak havoc on the righteous path? There are no more of our people in the Capital Prefecture, this is indeed a brilliant idea..."

Sikong Tianyuan shook his head, said nothing, and turned to leave the main hall...

(End of this chapter)