I manage female characters in all the heavens.

The Danyang Sect wasn't large, consisting of only a few dozen buildings. "Nie Xiaoqian" arrived at the treasure vault in just a few steps and met the senior sister, who was said to be very easy to talk to.

As a result, "Nie Xiaoqian" discovered that her senior sister was not easy to talk to at all; she was actually overly enthusiastic.

"Oh my, this must be Junior Sister Xiaoqian! Come, come, your senior sister has been waiting for you for ages!"

As soon as "Nie Xiaoqian" stepped into the corridor in front of the treasure vault, a figure rushed up like a gust of wind and grabbed her hand.

She was a woman in her early twenties with delicate features, curved eyebrows, and two shallow dimples when she smiled. She looked harmless.

She wore a lake-blue Taoist robe, with a Danyang pendant tied around her waist, just like the one worn by "Nie Xiaoqian," and exuded a warm and friendly aura.

It was none other than Senior Sister Wen Lingxi.

"Junior sister, you must be tired from your journey. Master told me about your situation, and I've made all the arrangements!" Wen Lingxi held "Nie Xiaoqian's" hand tightly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her.

"Tsk tsk, Junior Sister is so beautiful! Our Danyang Sect hasn't had such a pretty junior sister in a long time!"

"Come in and sit down. Are you tired from walking? How about I carry you in?"

Nie Xiaoqian's eyes lit up, and she was immediately moved: "Then, I'll trouble you, Senior Sister."

She jumped onto Wen Lingxi's back and hugged her neck.

"Oh, why are you being so polite with your senior sister!" Wen Lingxi was completely unaware of the shocking things she had said, and happily carried her junior sister inside.

Seeing Wen Lingxi's approachable demeanor, a disciple of the Danyang Sect couldn't help but step forward: "Senior Sister, me too..."

"Junior brother, I'm sorry, I don't want to carry you," Wen Lingxi interrupted him, smiling broadly.

The disciple froze, completely stunned.

This occasional surge of courage may become a shadow that he will remember for the rest of his life.

Wen Lingxi chattered away as she carried "Nie Xiaoqian" on her back.

"Junior sister, you don't know, the Danyang Sect has been seeing the same few old faces over the years, I'm tired of them."

"Your second senior sister is a real taciturn girl. She might not utter a single word all day long. Living with her is so boring!"

"When I heard my master say that a new junior sister was coming yesterday, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night. Finally, I'll have someone to talk to!"

"Come, come, your senior sister has prepared some fine tea for you. Let's chat for a while before we go get the jade liquor!"

She carried "Nie Xiaoqian" into the side hall of the treasure vault, placed her on a chair, and immediately handed her a steaming cup of tea.

Wen Lingxi sat opposite her, resting her chin on her hands, looking at her with a smile, her eyes... as if she were looking at a long-lost sister.

"Junior sister, how old are you? What cultivation techniques have you practiced before? Who else is in your family? How is your life? Do you have enough money?"

"Since you're new here, would you like your senior sister to take you around Tianqiong Mountain later?"

"Let me tell you, Elder Duanmu and his master back then..."

She talks so much...

Faced with such an enthusiastic senior sister, "Nie Xiaoqian" was a little overwhelmed and could only respond with a smile.

She thought to herself: This is not easy to talk to at all, it's just noisy. The mouth has never stopped since we met!

However, although Wen Lingxi was overly enthusiastic, she was indeed quite efficient.

After chatting for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she stood up, patted "Nie Xiaoqian" on the shoulder, and said generously, "Come on, senior sister will take you to choose the jade liquor! I guarantee I'll pick the best quality for you!"

She led "Nie Xiaoqian" into the depths of the treasure vault, stopped in front of a row of jade bottles, and formed a hand seal to open the restriction.

After examining it carefully for a moment, he picked out a jar of amber-colored jade liquid with a warm luster and placed it in "Nie Xiaoqian's" hands.

"In my opinion, this is the best Tianqiong Jade Liquid in the last ten years. It is made with the purest Tianqiong jade from the depths of Tianqiong Mountain as the main ingredient, supplemented with eighteen kinds of precious medicines such as the best century-old Ganoderma lucidum, Zhu Guo, and Huozao. Its quality is outstanding!"

Nie Xiaoqian took the bottle, turned it slightly, and saw the label at the bottom—Made by Wen Lingxi—and was speechless.

So you're the one who concocted this, bragging about your own work...

Wen Lingxi also witnessed this scene, and immediately coughed awkwardly twice, explaining:

"Senior sister, I am the number one alchemist of the Danyang Sect. My Heavenly Jade Elixir is undoubtedly the best. Junior sister, you can trust me!"

"I originally intended to save this for my future disciples, but since you're here, junior sister, it's only right that you use it first."

Nie Xiaoqian was slightly surprised. The number one alchemist?

It doesn't seem like it!

She didn't raise any objections directly; first place is first place, it has nothing to do with her anyway.

However, if this bottle of Heavenly Jade Liquid doesn't help me successfully condense my Dao Foundation... Senior Sister, are you prepared to apologize?

Wen Lingxi reactivated the restriction and left the treasure vault with Nie Xiaoqian.

She patted "Nie Xiaoqian" on the shoulder, a hint of pride on her face, "I've also arranged a cultivation room for you, but it's the one with the highest success rate in condensing the Dao Foundation over the past ten years, and it's always been in high demand."

"I specially kicked out the previous user and made this training room available for you. Junior sister, you have to succeed this time, otherwise I'll have to kick people out again, and even I will feel embarrassed."

"Here it is. It's a perfect feng shui room, with the yin and yang energies of heaven and earth gathered in just the right amount. The feng shui layout is absolutely beautiful. My place is next door. If there's any problem, just call my senior sister anytime."

She patted her not-so-large chest loudly, expressing her determination to be her junior's support.

It's a real shame that the eldest sister isn't very old.

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but find Wen Lingxi's "come and like me" expression amusing.

Although this senior sister's enthusiasm was off-putting and her mind was unusual, her affection was genuine and not an act.

"Thank you very much, Senior Sister." She said sincerely.

"No need to thank me, we're family." Wen Lingxi waved her hand generously. "Go on, when you successfully condense your Dao Foundation, your senior sister will celebrate with you!"

She watched her junior sister enter the cultivation room and close the door before turning to leave.

The next moment, the door to the training room creaked open again.

She turned to her junior sister in surprise: "Junior sister, is there something you've forgotten?"

Nie Xiaoqian shook her head and said seriously, "I succeeded, Senior Sister. Shall we start celebrating now?"

"Huh?" Wen Lingxi was stunned, and it took her a long time to react.

"what???"

Chapter 184 Your reasoning isn't as strong as mine.

On Tianqiong Mountain, "Nie Xiaoqian's" progress on the path of cultivation can be described as a race against time.

In a short moment, he successfully condensed his Dao foundation. In half an hour, he accumulated more magical power than Wen Lingxi, who had cultivated for more than ten years. Then, in another hour, he mastered the basics of more than ten spells of the Danyang Sect, and his sword control technique became even more refined...

Wen Lingxi watched helplessly as her junior sister, who had just started learning, rapidly surpassed her and continued to make fierce progress. She rolled her eyes and fainted.

When Master Yunjin arrived after receiving the news, he was so surprised that his mouth dropped open.

"This...how is this possible?!" Master Yun Jin's voice trembled. "When I condensed my Dao foundation, it took me a whole month...and you..."

"Nie Xiaoqian" carried her unconscious senior sister, blinked, and said innocently, "It's all luck."

Master Yunjin remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a long sigh: "It's fate...it really is fate..."

The way she looked at "Nie Xiaoqian" had changed from admiration to something akin to awe.

"Xiaoqian, you may have the potential to become an immortal!"

However, in this world where the laws of heaven have collapsed and humanity has fallen into decline, becoming an immortal is not necessarily a good thing...

Meanwhile, in a military camp hundreds of miles away, Yue Lingshan's work on creating a living corpse was nearing completion.

The moment Luo Che led his dozens of fearless personal guards into the military camp, he found himself trapped in an endless fog.

Those once familiar tents, fences, and flags were all twisted and deformed by the intense yin energy, turning into a maze of no order.

"General, it seems we're trapped!" Monk Kongchen clasped his hands together, his body radiating a faint golden Buddhist light, attempting to dispel the surrounding yin energy.

However, the Yin energy was too intense, and his Buddha light could only illuminate a distance of about 1 zhang around his body; beyond that, it was still a thick darkness.

Luo Che gripped the iron spear tightly, his face grim: "Can it be broken?"

Kong Chen shook his head, his voice grave: "The person who set up this formation is far more powerful than me. Unless he removes the formation voluntarily, or we find and destroy the formation's core, otherwise..."

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood what he meant.

Luo Che was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's find it! Even if we have to chop with a knife or gnaw with our teeth, we have to carve a path for you!"

However, after walking through the fog for nearly an hour, they found themselves going around in circles.

Those tents that should have been within easy reach seemed to have become phantoms that could never be touched.

Some people started to get agitated, some started shouting, and some tried to slash at the twisted shadows with their knives, but nothing happened except for hitting empty air.

Yue Lingshan stood in the center of the military camp, atop the towering mound, overlooking the entire camp that she had transformed beyond recognition.

Her gaze swept over the intruders struggling in the formation, as if she were looking at a group of ants that had strayed into an anthill, without the slightest ripple.

Her attention was completely focused on the burial mound at her feet.

In the underground mass grave, all fifty Yin Seeds had matured and grown into fifty fist-sized, pitch-black corpse fungi.

These corpse fungi are covered with fine lines on their surface, emitting a strong stench of death and a fishy smell, and have a very heavy yin energy.

Yue Lingshan stretched out her hand and grabbed at the air, and a corpse fungus broke through the soil and flew into her palm.

With a gentle squeeze, the surface of the corpse fungus cracked open, releasing a stream of grayish-white spore dust.

"The first one," she whispered, guiding the spore dust onto a soldier who was bound hand and foot next to her.

The soldier was a centurion under Xiahou Tan, a strong and steady man, chosen from among thousands of men.

The spore dust landed on his bare skin and instantly blended in, as if it had never existed.

The soldier's body trembled violently, and he let out a muffled groan. A layer of fine gray-black lines appeared on the surface of his skin, then quickly disappeared, leaving no visible change.

But in reality, the mycelium is growing wildly inside his body. When the mycelium covers every inch of his flesh and blood, that's when the mycelium will be activated and he will be completely turned into a living corpse.

Yue Lingshan didn't even glance at him, and continued to harvest the next corpse fungus, extracting spores to parasitize the next host.

Her movements were fluid and without hesitation, as if she were doing something perfectly ordinary.

The forty host bodies were quickly all parasitized.

These people were handpicked from thousands of soldiers. Each of them had excellent physical fitness, far superior to that of ordinary people, and were deeply evil with suitable physiques. They were all excellent candidates to become living corpses.