Chapter 269: Master And Disciple Both Break Defense
Zhong Xueliu didn’t reply to the message.
She directly called Nan Yuanman, but the moment Nan Yuanman picked up and made that mooing sound, it made her want to shut herself away.
She forgot that the time for the talisman Nan Yuanman had placed on her hadn’t passed yet!
Zhong Xueliu heartbrokenly hung up the phone and instead continued sending messages to ask her: [Little Yuanman, where did you hear about this cult from?]
Nan Yuanman didn’t hide anything and told Zhong Xueliu what Jiang Zhen had said before dying.
She asked again: [What kind of people are they?]
Zhong Xueliu didn’t directly answer Nan Yuanman’s question. She was silent for a good while, as if hesitating, with the chat box continuously showing “typing…”
Nan Yuanman didn’t urge her either, obediently and quietly waiting.
After about half a minute, Zhong Xueliu’s message finally came through: [It’s a cult made up of evil path members, but they were scattered by us a long time ago. Logically, those people should all be locked up, but unexpectedly there’s still a fish that slipped through the net.]
The first time Zhong Xueliu heard about the cult was when she was in her teens, listening to her master tell old tales of the stories he had experienced before.
He said that he once encountered a very crazy evil path member in a small country. That evil path member, in order to cultivate his so-called Great Dao, refined his own wife and child into evil ghosts, and they were extremely vicious mother and child malevolent spirits.
He used the mother and child malevolent spirits to control an entire village’s people, building his own kingdom inside, refining evil ghosts and corpses from ordinary people, believing that those who could cultivate like them were superior beings, while ordinary people were mere ants.
He even boldly claimed he wanted to rise up and become the master of heaven.
Her master sneered at the time: “Become the master of heaven? If heaven knew they were doing such heinous acts in Its name, heaven would strike them dead with lightning.”
However, the evil path members of that cult were very strong, ruthless, and fond of refining all sorts of strange evil souls. Her master said that cleaning them out came at a great cost.
In short, they were a bunch of lunatics who would do anything.
But when Jiang Zhen targeted the Jiang family, the Jiang family had already declined and was no longer the richest family in S City. Why would they choose the Jiang family and seek them out?
Did the Jiang family have something they wanted?
Zhong Xueliu always felt like she had overlooked something, but for the moment, she couldn’t remember.
She rubbed her slightly aching temples, pursed her lips, and continued typing: [Yuanman, don’t tell outsiders about this for now. I’ll report it to the bureau first and see how my master… cough cough, the higher-ups at 908 handle it.]
Nan Yuanman guiltily met the eyes of Bai Yi and Feng Congqian, who were sitting primly on the sofa, and softly agreed: “Okay.”
Bai Yi wasn’t human; she was a spirit.
Feng Congqian was her father, not an outsider, so she hadn’t leaked information. Yes!
Zhong Xueliu urged Nan Yuanman to pay more attention to safety when going out during this time before stopping her messages.
Without needing Nan Yuanman to worry, she turned her attention away, forgot about the matter, and together with Bai Yi, lay on the coffee table. Holding a red pen dipped in cinnabar in her hand, she focused her mind and began drawing talismans.
The recent battles had depleted many of her talismans, and Grandpa couldn’t help her draw them now, so she had to do it herself, huffing and puffing.
Lots of heavenly lightning talismans, lots of thunder fire talismans, lots of fart talismans…
Nan Yuanman drew more and more energetically, not even noticing when cinnabar got on her face.
Feng Congqian didn’t disturb her. He quietly sat beside her, handling work on his laptop while accompanying her, but seeing her draw a talisman in a few seconds, then another in a few seconds, he felt a bit worried.
Wasn’t Yuanman’s speed at drawing talismans too fast? Would it consume too much of her body? Would it burden her?
He thought for a moment, then used his mobile phone to record a video of Nan Yuanman drawing talismans and sent it to Xuan Qingzi.
Xuan Qingzi, who was leisurely scrolling on his mobile phone in the Sanqing Temple courtyard, saw the suddenly popping up WeChat message and had a question mark pop up above his head.
“This is rare; this busy person actually took the initiative to message me…”
He muttered as he opened the chat box, and immediately saw the chubby little figure in the video, sitting on a small stool and lying on the coffee table.
Xuan Qingzi opened the video.
Xuan Qingzi broke down.
Xuan Qingzi spammed question marks.
Xuan Qingzi: [Feng, what do you mean? Specially recording a video to show off to me?]
Feng Congqian: [Daoist priest Xuan Qingzi, it’s a misunderstanding. I just wanted to ask if Yuanman’s speed at drawing talismans is normal.]
Xuan Qingzi, with a dark face, gritted his teeth and retorted: [Do you think this is normal?]
Feng Congqian honestly: [Not normal.]
Xuan Qingzi: [Then why ask!]
Drawing a talisman in a few seconds—he had only seen that in ancient texts; this was the first time seeing it happen in reality.
What broke him was that the protagonist of this few-seconds talisman drawing was just a five-year-old child!
Five years old! What a bright future.
Unlike him, already old and hopeless! Haha!
Xuan Qingzi felt a pang in his chest. Just where did Old Man Nan dig up such a talented granddaughter from a grave? Could he still make it if he went now to dig her out?
After breaking down, Xuan Qingzi still kindly told Feng Congqian: [Looking at her like this, she’s clearly used to this talisman-drawing speed. As long as she feels it’s fine, there’s no major issue.]
Seeing his message, Feng Congqian, who had been a bit uneasy, instantly calmed down.
He was calm, but Xuan Qingzi wasn’t comfortable.
Especially when Zhang Shimian came bouncing over at this moment, a chicken in his left hand, a duck in his right, humming a tune and shouting loudly: “Master! I’m back!!”
Xuan Qingzi watched the video of Nan Yuanman drawing talismans again, then looked at the dumb-looking unlucky thing in front of him, and suddenly felt his eyes sting. He beckoned to Zhang Shimian: “Come here.”
Zhang Shimian put the chicken and duck aside: “Master, any instructions?”
As soon as he got close, Xuan Qingzi couldn’t hold back and gave him a knock on the head: “Seeing you annoys me! Go back down the mountain to train!”
Zhang Shimian grimaced and clutched his head, looking at Xuan Qingzi with bewilderment and a bit of grievance.
Seeing him annoys me, yet he calls him over?
“When you come back from this training, I want to see you draw talismans in a few seconds. If you can’t, don’t come back!”
Xuan Qingzi waved his hand, and the paper figure that was hugging a broom and sweeping came running over with a wail, hoisted Zhang Shimian up, threw him out, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Zhang Shimian: “?”
Zhang Shimian pounded on the door: “Master! Even if you kill me, I can’t draw talismans in a few seconds! Besides, how could there possibly be someone in this world who draws talismans in a few seconds!”
That was something only heavenly prodigies in ancient texts could do! What was he? He had to purify himself, burn incense, focus his mind, and take two hours to draw one talisman!
Xuan Qingzi didn’t speak and forwarded the video to Zhang Shimian.
Zhang Shimian opened the video.
Zhang Shimian broke down.
This was freaking human?!
