Banshee Family Training Record

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As he spoke, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes: "Let's begin according to our previous plan. Release the bait, and then..."

"Waiting for the fish to take the bait."

Zhu Yunqing nodded gently, but even though her husband was already at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, her eyes still held an unconcealed worry: "Be careful, you must prioritize your own safety."

Yun Chu'an lowered his head and gave her a deep kiss.

Time continued to move forward, and then the situation began to change.

A steady stream of exquisitely crafted weapons, imbued with "essence of copper," began to be exported to various continents. Not only in the Central Plains and the Western Sea, but also in a series of cultivation lands such as the Southern Flame Continent, the Northern Sea, and the Snowfield, precious weapons bearing the same markings and infused with the same high-quality essence of copper began to appear.

Along with the appearance of these divine weapons, a strange rumor also spread like wildfire.

Legend has it that in the distant Central Plains, on that fertile and prosperous land, there appeared a generous and selfless Nascent Soul blacksmith.

Unable to bear seeing so many extraterrestrial demons attacking while cultivators had virtually no weapons to defend themselves, he made a grand vow to diligently research forging and refining techniques, striving to ensure that every Nascent Soul cultivator across the Nine Continents could wield a suitable weapon.

For this reason, he conducted independent research for many years and finally mastered the skill, being able to extract the essence of copper from the most ordinary copper mines. As a result, every weapon he forged would undergo a qualitative change and become even more powerful.

Such high-end weaponry, coupled with such publicity, is clearly aimed at seizing market share. Everything seems the same, but to some, these rumors mean something entirely different.

"Fake! Hypocritical! Liar!"

On the snow-covered plain, a woman in a long, light blue dress trembled, gripping a spiritual steel whip infused with the essence of copper. "You Mei, you Mei, no Mei, empty, you Lin, are you here, not here..."

If Yun Chuan were here, he would find that her appearance is exactly the same as the blue-clad woman in his soul banner!

At this moment, several Golden Core cultivators who were escorting the goods lay sprawled on the ground, their eyes wide open, blood flowing freely, melting the snow on the ground, their deaths extremely gruesome.

However, even killing so many people could not vent the anger in the woman in green. She gritted her teeth, then looked up at the sky, her gaze seemingly able to pierce through space, across millions of miles, to see the Central Plains.

Is my other fragment of soul actually there?

Foolish! Knowing that there is a life-or-death battle royale between us, you still dare to let such weapons and such rumors spread everywhere.

It seems that it was a fragment of the soul with a strong element of "vanity and arrogance," otherwise it wouldn't have made such a mistake.

Hehe, since that's the case, then I'll gladly accept your soul.

Having confirmed that the maker of these weapons was the person she was looking for, the woman in green felt herself trembling with excitement.

Without hesitation, she set off to find a way to reach the Central Plains.

Although the nine continents all belong to the cultivation world, there are deep barriers between them. Some friendships might be able to help them put aside their prejudices. For example, the dragons of the Yellow River and Yangtze River in the Central Plains and the Dragon King of the Western Sea are close relatives who are on equal footing.

However, cultivators of other races, whether human or non-human, harbored deep prejudices against each other, using magic arrays and barriers to shield visitors from each other, and wars frequently broke out between them.

The relationship between the Snow Plains and the Central Plains is not very good, but it is not bad either. The two sides are far apart and there is not much communication between them.

Surprisingly, the most frequent exchanges were between cultivators from the snowy plains who wanted to go to the Qingyun Sect in the Central Plains to become apprentices and learn from them.

The woman in green cannot go to the Qingyun Sect to become an apprentice. Putting aside her strength, she is qualified to be an elder in the Qingyun Sect. The process would take far too long.

She can't wait.

She couldn't wait to find that fragment of the original soul, then seize upon her pride and vanity to deliver a crushing blow.

Then it will completely devour it!

The woman in green was ambitious. She moved swiftly, her body slicing through the sky, finding a weak point in the snowfield's spatial barrier, passing through it, and then quietly arriving outside the Central Plains.

Unfortunately, she wasn't familiar with the protective array of the Central Plains. But that didn't stump her; it was just a little more troublesome.

She took out a specially made drill, found a secluded spot, quietly broke through the barrier formed by the magic array, and then quickly drilled into it.

She knew that even such minor damage would be enough to alert the current person in charge of the protective array, potentially leading to enormous risks, but she was unwilling to wait.

She disguised herself as an ordinary illegal immigrant who envied the wealth of the Central Plains. Then, she left many traces of extravagant spending near her illegal immigration point to dispel the suspicions of the people from the Central Plains.

Afterwards, without bothering to verify whether her little tricks could dispel the suspicions of others, she concealed herself and secretly investigated various countries in the Central Plains, gathering the intelligence she needed.

"Guan's Chamber of Commerce..."

"The White Snake Merchant Guild..."

"The State of Jin..."

"Qingyun Sect..."

……

She gathered the messages one by one, then verified them against others to eliminate errors and confirm their authenticity.

After three months of in-depth investigation, she finally located her target's location.

On the border of the State of Jin, near the Wei River, lies a small mountain village called "Huai Mountain"!

Chapter 842 Trap

"Heh, she probably thinks she's done a good job of hiding her smokescreen..."

Having confirmed the location of her target, the woman in green let out a cold laugh, then her body transformed into a streak of light once more, speeding towards that remote and secluded place.

Both banks of the Wei River.

The environment here still perfectly reflects the typical characteristics of a border region between two major powers. Both sides are wary of each other, making it impossible for them to place important resource production here. In remote areas, many small families scheme against each other, but if someone has the ability, their first choice will definitely be to move elsewhere.

Therefore, the highest cultivation level of the cultivators here is only the Golden Core stage. Most of the local cultivators have never even seen a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The woman in green arrived here and immediately realized that she was absolutely invincible in this place.

She also concealed her presence, blended into the crowd, and carefully investigated. She quickly discovered that more than ten years ago, a family on Huai Mountain had started refining copper ore, and copper essence was frequently produced!

The timing is about right, and there's no doubt that my fragment of soul must be here!

Then, without making a sound, like an ordinary cultivator, she walked up the mountain and arrived at Huai Mountain, where a seemingly ordinary town appeared before her eyes.

The eaves were low, the walls red and the tiles green; everything seemed no different from an ordinary person's dwelling. The woman in green strolled through the street, releasing her senses, searching carefully and meticulously.

Since that fragment lives here, it must have left traces of those copper fragments throughout this town.

"Here...here...she really is here..."

Sensing the evidence, the woman in green let out a cold laugh. However, the distant sky gradually darkened, dark clouds completely obscured the sun, and the sun utterly lost its brilliance.

The mountain weather is unpredictable, and a light drizzle suddenly began to fall. The woman in green seemed unaffected, raising an oil-paper umbrella as if she were an ordinary person, shielding herself from the raindrops.

She was trying her best to minimize her presence, and even used her spiritual power very cautiously.

However, even so, something unusual still had its eye on her.

At the far end of the street, in the misty drizzle, a group of people were slowly approaching, carrying something. They were dressed in white, like mourning clothes, and were humming an unknown tune as they drew nearer.

The woman in green narrowed her eyes, then frowned: those slowly approaching were actually a group of paper figures!

The paper effigies, the paper spirit banners, and the paper coffins and paper money behind them—none of these things that were supposed to be sent to the grave were actually human!

This means that someone is behind all of this!

"I don't know how high the sky is!"

She cursed under her breath, realizing that there were evil cultivators around her who had their eyes on her and were actually treating her like an ordinary cultivator, intending to harm her.

Normally, she could easily obliterate her opponent with a mere flick of her wrist. However, fearing she might disturb the other fragment of her soul hidden in the shadows, she decided to slip away, climb over the wall, and enter the small courtyard next door, avoiding the paper figures at the graves.

Then, in this small courtyard, she saw an ancient well standing in the center, from which a sinister and ominous aura emanated.

The woman in green felt a chill run down her spine, thinking, "No way, they're pulling this trick again."

Then, a pale figure slowly rose from the dry well.

Her long, jet-black hair covered her face, and she wore a pale white robe and was barefoot, unlike a living person.

The woman in green narrowed her eyes, used her spiritual power to probe the area, and confirmed that the female ghost in front of her posed no threat to her.

But this couldn't stop her from being irritated. What kind of cats and dogs dared to bother her like this!

She gritted her teeth, snorted coldly, concealed her presence, turned over again, and braved the light rain to return to the street outside.

The paper figure funeral procession had already departed, and the streets, drizzling with rain, were deserted once more. In the distance, a black crow suddenly flapped its wings and took flight, speeding away into the distance, leaving behind a series of chaotic cries.

A soft murmur suddenly sounded in her ear, as if hypnotizing her, trying to steal her soul, so that she could no longer, no longer have any reaction...

"hateful……"

The woman in green gritted her teeth, her heart filled with resentment. She could no longer contain her emotions, abruptly turning around and reaching out to grasp at the air, as if trying to hold everything in her palm!

Boundless spiritual power emanated from her fingertips, instantly weaving into an invisible net in mid-air. Following the whispering veins, it sped towards the net, aiming to capture the evil cultivator who had attacked her soul on the spot.

"Humph--"

A muffled groan echoed from the void, followed by something seemingly moving away. The woman in green had repelled the person who dared to harass her, but at that moment, a sudden thought struck her, and her hands and feet turned icy cold.

Not right.

Here, all around, and the whole world...

They all seem to be a single, seamless whole!

Is this really still the Central Plains cultivation world?

It was another cultivator's semi-space, which had already quietly connected with the Central Plains cultivation world. So, without anyone noticing, he had actually arrived in someone else's domain.

and……

She turned her head and looked around, feeling that the place was lifeless, gloomy and cramped. No matter what, her fragments should not like living in such an environment!

As if to confirm her guess, a bouncing sound came from afar, as if something was bouncing forward evenly.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump...

One sound, one sound, and another.

The woman in green turned her head and saw a line of zombies dressed in dark blue zombie clothes with prayer beads around their necks, hopping towards her from a distance.

This scene further confirmed to her that she had not entered the secluded abode of her other soul fragment, but rather the secluded dwelling place of an evil, demonic cultivator. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

A complete trap!

This trap might even have been set for him!

Damn!

Realizing this, the woman in green felt a chill run down her spine. Without hesitation, a flash of light appeared in her hand, and two divine weapons, a scalpel and a sword, materialized in her palm.

Then, she took off running, speeding back the way she came.

Realizing she was about to escape, the zombies dropped their pretense, leaped up, and blocked her path, intending to stop her.

The woman in green snorted coldly, and with a slash of her sword, the zombies were all pulverized in the blink of an eye.

In a nearby courtyard, a black-haired, white-clad female ghost leaped into the air, letting out a piercing scream. The woman in green felt a headache coming on; after all, she was also a remnant soul, and she was utterly defenseless against this kind of attack targeting the soul!

hateful!

Cursing inwardly, she swung her hand and unleashed a sword aura, attempting to force it back.

At the same time, she accelerated again, speeding away into the distance, hoping to leave this secret realm as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the person who set the trap had no chance of letting her succeed.

"Where to go!"

A woman's cold snort echoed from mid-air, followed by the sudden appearance of a beautiful woman in a cheongsam. She blocked the woman in green, her eyes filled with murderous intent, and her hands formed a hand seal as she cast a spell: "Soul-Locking Curse!"

The pitch-black chains appeared in mid-air, then rushed in all directions, also wrapping around the body of the woman in green.

The woman in green gave a cold laugh, then suddenly flipped in mid-air, traversing space to appear beside the voluptuous beauty, and swung her sword towards her neck.

The beautiful woman's expression changed. Fortunately, she also had many protective treasures on her body. Immediately, a golden light shone around her, protecting her body like a golden bell and blocking the knife.

The next moment, another beautiful noblewoman dressed in a fox fur coat appeared, holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and shouted: "Go!"

The soul-stealing spiritual power struck, enraging the woman in green. She abruptly stomped her foot, conjuring a large drum and a drumstick, which collided heavily with it—

thump—

A muffled sound echoed through the sky. This vast and indiscriminate strike, while not fatal, instantly sent both women flying hundreds of meters away.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, crossing this distance would take less than half a second, but for the woman in green, it was enough for her to escape alive!

Chapter 843 Arrest the Woman in Green!

She felt no pride, only icy coldness. This included anger at being tricked, and a silent resolve to retaliate.

We must get our revenge in the future!

But before she could break through the secret realm, a golden light suddenly shone in the distance.