Banshee Family Training Record

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Is this person a dragon?

Could it be that, as a human cultivator, he had actually learned the Dragon Clan's secret technique, the Three Thousand Springs?

Unaware that his expectations had been raised to their peak, he immediately waved his hand and roared, "Beat the drums! Cheer for our brave warriors!"

Behind the allied forces' lines, a giant magic drum, over three meters tall, was pushed out. A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, drenched in sweat, swung his drumsticks, smashing the drum forward with reckless abandon.

The thunderous sound of drums resounded through the sky, and the surging spiritual energy formed a terrible storm, swirling up the yellow sand on the ground to clear a path for Yun Chuan'an to depart.

The terracotta warriors behind the Qin army formation drew their bows and fired in unison, arrows raining down like meteors. But the arrows were fast, and at that moment, Yun Chu'an was even faster than them! (The last two lines are a series of seemingly random characters and do not translate directly.)

Seizing this fleeting opening, his body transformed into lightning, rushing towards the chariot—

"Roar--"

The four gluttonous beasts pulling the cart roared and leaped up, attempting to intercept his attack. However, Yun Chu'an simply swept his Guan Dao horizontally, and the boundless and powerful lightning propelled by golden divine thunder crashed down, shattering them all.

The Golden Core cultivators hidden inside the carriage all paled in shock and began casting spells to repel him. However, Yun Chu'an immediately turned and soared into the sky, reaching a height of a thousand meters, dodging the arrows that were fired at him. Then, he immediately swooped down and, with his final strike, cleaved straight down on the canopy!

boom--

A deafening thunderbolt crashed down, instantly overturning not only the canopy on the carriage but the entire carriage itself.

The Golden Core cultivators hiding inside the carriage hurriedly left the carriage and ran outside, distancing themselves from Yun Chu'an. Everyone was in a sorry state, their clothes were scorched by lightning, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at him.

Fortunately, that attack wasn't aimed at them, otherwise at least one of them would have been killed on the spot!

The damaged carriage was nothing but charred black ash. As the smoke and dust cleared and Yun Chuan's true cultivation level was revealed, a sense of humiliation made the Qin generals clench their fists.

Chapter 600 A Late-Night Meeting

The person who almost beheaded them was only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm?

how can that be!

The generals were all filled with resentment, but the undeniable facts before them left them no choice but to acknowledge this cruel reality.

In contrast to the frustration in their hearts, Lian Yanzhang felt extremely pleased. A smile appeared on his lips as he looked into the distance, defiantly waiting for the opponent's Nascent Soul cultivator to make the first move.

Hidden in the shadows, the Qin Nascent Soul cultivator remained silent, determined not to make the first move in front of the renowned Zhao State's Lian Zhuguo.

Around the damaged carriage, several Golden Core cultivators stood ready, facing Yun Chu'an, awaiting their superiors' next orders.

Within seconds, the Qin general, clad in black armor, his face contorted with resentment, roared, "Retreat!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and sped away into the distance. The many terracotta warriors who were still engaged in battle also turned around and retreated.

Lian Yanzhang was overjoyed and immediately shouted "Chase!" ordering the allied forces to pursue them.

Despite their injuries, the fire of revenge burned in their chests. As they advanced, they destroyed a large number of terracotta warriors and clay beasts. In the end, they destroyed all the terracotta archers who were skilled in volley fire, and captured countless bronze weapons, longbows and arrows, reaping a rich harvest.

They pursued the enemy for over 500 li until they were almost out of the surveillance range of the detection array on the border of Zhao, before finally stopping and returning to camp.

By the time the allied forces returned to their camp, it was already evening. They tallied the losses, buried the dead and wounded, and brought the battle to a close.

Sima Zongzheng was already seriously injured and unconscious, and Sima Lixin was also covered in blood. He could only drag his broken body back to the camp where the Jin Kingdom cultivators were stationed to heal.

Fortunately, both of them have intact golden cores, but they may need a relatively long period of recuperation to fully recover.

These were also matters that Sheng Linglong was responsible for, after all, she was the princess leading the expedition. Under her arrangement, healing pills were distributed, and next, everyone focused on healing themselves, striving to recover to their peak condition as soon as possible.

It was getting late, and Yun Chu'an had originally planned to heal his wounds in his tent for a while before resting. However, after the battle during the day, many cultivators whose lives had been saved by his Azure Stone Ape came to visit him. For a time, his tent was bustling with activity, with a constant stream of people coming to express their gratitude and make friends. It wasn't until nearly midnight that people finally dispersed.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the desert, where daytime temperatures can reach over forty degrees Celsius, suddenly drops to minus ten degrees Celsius.

However, just as Yun Chuan was about to sneak into Sheng Linglong's tent, a messenger from the Zhao Kingdom, quite oblivious to the danger, walked towards him and said, "Lord Yun!"

He cupped his hands in greeting to Yun Chu'an, his address and attitude quite respectful: "Lian Zhuguo is waiting for you; he hopes to see you."

Yun Chu'an looked surprised, but then he guessed what the other party meant. He was about to refuse when Sheng Linglong's voice suddenly came from inside the tent: "I know, tell him that we will go to see him together in a while."

The messenger didn't say anything more and turned to leave. Yun Chu'an lifted the tent flap and went inside. There, Sheng Linglong had changed into a soft, close-fitting beige nightgown that he had given her before.

Her breasts were barely concealed by the fabric of her nightgown, only slightly raised, yet still quite alluring. Yun Chu'an walked to her side, sat down, and put his arm around her, whispering, "He's definitely trying to win me over. Should we really go see him?"

Sheng Linglong smiled and continued, "We can also take this opportunity to make some requests. Don't worry, it won't be a bad thing."

As she spoke, she took his hand, her tone suddenly turning wistful: "It's just a pity, I just changed into my pajamas, and now I really don't want to change again."

Yun Chu'an knew she was being coquettish, so he lowered his head and gently kissed her cheek and neck, saying softly, "It's okay, I'll help you change."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on her breast and gently squeezed it. The soft touch told him immediately that the woman wasn't wearing a bra.

Her personality seemed somewhat similar to Liu Mengshen's. Even though Yun Chuan had given her many bras and panties, she hadn't gotten into the habit and didn't like wearing them.

His large hand gently rubbed it, causing Sheng Linglong to giggle and raise her fist to punch his upper arm.

Then, Yun Chuan helped her take off her pajamas, put on a bra and panties, and then change into her elegant, form-fitting, and dignified formal attire. Only then did they hold hands and go out together to the entrance of the large tent in the center of the camp.

After the guards at the entrance of the main tent announced their arrival, they led them into the area. In the center of the tent, Lian Yanzhang sat cross-legged, waiting for them.

"You've arrived." Seeing the two of them approach, Lian Yanzhang spoke up, "And Your Highness, Princess."

He bowed slightly, not being impolite. Sheng Linglong returned the bow immediately, addressing him as "senior."

This Nascent Soul stage Pillar of State didn't seem to have many extra thoughts, and continued, "Sit down. Um, I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

Yun Chu'an didn't stand on ceremony any further and sat down opposite him. Lian Yanzhang remained silent, as if carefully considering his words. In essence, this Pillar of State was not a particularly eloquent or persuasive speaker.

"I saw your performance during the day." He said to Yun Chuan at the end, "Not bad, you could even be said to be very powerful. I find it hard to believe that a genius like you is only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm. Looking at the entire Zhao Kingdom, there are probably very few people who can compare to you."

He spoke these words with utmost sincerity. Yun Chu'an cupped his hands in a gesture of humility, and then Lian Yanzhang said, "As for today's situation, you have seen it yourself. I won't play games with you; I'll be frank: given our current strength and that of the Qin state, in a conventional battlefield, we are almost certainly destined to be at a disadvantage."

“This will be a cruel and long slow death,” he said, his words pessimistic but not desperate. “Unless something unexpected happens to help us break the deadlock. But such a thing may happen, but a leader cannot gamble his chances of victory on such a thing.”

Yun Chuan and Sheng Linglong exchanged a glance, looking at each other blankly. Neither of them understood the personality of this Nascent Soul Pillar of State, and for a moment they couldn't guess what he wanted to say.

"To put your mind at ease, I'll be frank," he continued. "Before I came here, King Zhao instructed me to be wary of you. But given the current situation, maintaining the front line is my top priority."

“So…” He turned to look at Yun Chu’an, then glanced at Sheng Linglong, “I hope to reach an agreement with you: I can use what I can mobilize, including the resources stored in my secret realm, to help you quickly break through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm.”

"And in the wars to come, I hope you will always stand with the Zhao state, and like today, crush the enemy's command, until..."

His face was calm and resolute, as if he were not capable of any emotional fluctuation: "The Qin army retreats."

He hadn't even considered the possibility of Zhao winning the war. After witnessing the strength of the Qin army today, he thought it was already a stroke of good fortune that Zhao could hold out until Qin was unwilling to continue bearing such enormous losses and withdrew on its own initiative.

Upon hearing this, Yun Chu'an's expression became slightly subtle. He glanced at Sheng Linglong beside him, but she turned her face away, seemingly unwilling to look at him.

So Yun Chu'an asked, "Then... sir, what will happen if I refuse?"

Before she could finish speaking, Sheng Linglong suddenly became anxious, turned around, and pinched him sharply, as if scolding him for making such a rash decision. "Mei ne ne Mei Mei Mei Mei Mei kong Ni Lin Zai Zai Mei ne..."

Lian Yanzhang remained silent for a while before saying, "Nothing will happen. While a general must pursue every possible chance of victory, he will not place all his hopes on one person."

"Even if you refuse, we will still be allies who fight against Qin under the constraints of the Zhou rites. This will not change."

Chapter 601 United Chamber of Commerce

Lian Yanzhang said this, seemingly very magnanimous, but at the end, he added, "There's no rush. You can go back and discuss it with Her Highness the Princess at your leisure. Even if she doesn't agree, with the merits you've made today, you are an undeniable hero here."

"War will not end overnight; we can wait patiently."

Yun Chu'an nodded slightly. Although the prospect of being "guaranteed to the late stage of the Golden Core realm" seemed very tempting, he was a Heavenly Spiritual Root and had so many treasures at home, so it could be considered a guaranteed admission.

He had no intention of owing a favor to a Nascent Soul Pillar of a rival country for such a matter.

However, since the other party had taken the initiative to approach him, he thought it would be a waste not to take advantage of the situation. He immediately said, "You flatter me, sir. Although there are some old grudges between Jin and Zhao, the Duke of Jin has decided to uphold the Zhou rites and has sent us here. As allies, we will fulfill our obligations without you having to say more."

"Please rest assured, sir."

Lian Yanzhang's gaze was slightly unfocused as he looked at the man's humble yet polite demeanor. He felt a surge of admiration, but then couldn't help but sigh, thinking how wonderful it would be if such an outstanding young cultivator were his own descendant.

Unfortunately, after he became successful, his family enjoyed wealth and luxury, and for a time, many of them indulged in pleasure. Very few of them remained humble, studious, and willing to diligently study martial arts techniques and supernatural abilities.

"But..." At this point, Yun Chu'an suddenly changed the subject and finally got to his point: "To say that I have no trivial matters that I would like to ask for your help would be a lie."

Lian Yanzhang still looked at him with admiration: "Speak."

Yun Chuan said, "The battle today was indeed fierce. Jin is a small country with limited resources. The spirit stones, pills, and protective magic items we brought are already running out of supplies."

"Therefore, I would like to ask Your Excellency, may we, in the name of the Allied Forces, operate shops in major cities such as Zhongmu City, selling talismans, elixirs, magical artifacts, and other items to earn military supplies."

"At the same time, we can also purchase some raw materials and refine these things ourselves to avoid running out of supplies."

He told the whole truth, but Lian Yanzhang didn't take it seriously: "Is that so? That's fine. I can take the lead in this matter. All the allied forces can trade with major cities through a unified channel."

"This way, it will be more convenient for you."

He spoke casually, as if these were all trivial matters. After all, as Yun Chu'an said, the State of Jin was small and weak; even if they were allowed to trade freely, what kind of trouble could they possibly cause?

Therefore, let this trivial matter go.

Yun Chu'an's heart pounded; things had gone even more smoothly than he had imagined. Suppressing the urge to curl his lips into a wild smile, he bowed and cupped his hands, saying, "Thank you, Lord Xie Lian!"

Although the initial desired outcome was not achieved, this ending barely met his needs. Lian Yanzhang smiled, and tonight, both host and guests had a pleasant time.

Meanwhile, in another tent, Sima Zongzheng and his grandson Sima Lixin lay on their beds, too exhausted even to meditate. Although they had survived, they wouldn't recover without a period of rest.

The servant, who was at the Qi Refining stage, lit incense beside them and then circulated his spiritual power to guide the medicinal effects into their bodies, accelerating their recovery.

After the incense stick had burned out, Sima Zongzheng's pain had subsided considerably. The servant was about to light another incense stick when Sima Zongzheng said, "Alright, you may all leave."

The servants bowed and took their leave, leaving only Sima Zongzheng and his grandson Sima Lixin in the dark tent.

Sima Lixin could guess what his grandfather was going to say. He felt ashamed, lowered his head, and refused to say anything more.

Sima Zongzheng didn't say much, knowing that his grandson was in a bad mood, he was in no hurry to provoke him.

The grandfather and grandson remained silent, creating an awkward atmosphere in the tent. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sima Zongzheng suddenly spoke, saying, "Now, are you convinced?"

Sima Lixin was utterly ashamed upon hearing this. He knew that his grandfather had long seen through his jealousy of Yun Chuan'an's relationship with the princess and his resentment and desire to regain face.

And now, he has no reason to refute it. During the day, the two of them, grandfather and grandson, had to rely on Yun Chu'an's protection to survive by any means. What could he possibly have to complain about?

He took a few heavy breaths, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "I give up."

Sima Zongzheng wanted to say something more, but when he opened his mouth, he felt that he had nothing more to say.

Finally, he had no choice but to close his eyes.

"Xin'er," he said softly, "the future of the family rests in your hands."

"The Central Plains will be engulfed in war in the future. Under such circumstances, even the State of Jin will be in turmoil, and I will no longer be able to act as your protector."

His voice trembled, growing weaker and weaker: "Xin'er, our family, your family, can only rely on you to make more and stronger allies, to become the family's eternal shelter..."

Sima Lixin felt his heart tremble; he seemed to be stung, and then he took a deep breath.

“I understand, Grandpa.” His voice was hoarse, as if he had just torn something in his heart apart. “I won’t let you down.”

……

Zhao State, the royal capital.

In the antique-style study, King Zhao, dressed in a bright yellow robe adorned with dragons and phoenixes, sat upright in his mahogany chair, frowning as he looked down at the scroll in his hands, remaining silent.

Bad news kept pouring in from various points on the front lines, and the Qin army's overwhelming advance put immense pressure on them. Even though the most crucial point defended by Lian Yanzhang, the Pillar of State, had been won, his report to himself indicated that the situation was still not very optimistic.

Difficult to handle.

King Zhao sighed, and with a hint of annoyance, set the dossier aside. The old minister behind him handed him a new dossier, saying, "Your Majesty, this is the third tragedy to occur since the beginning of spring this year."

King Zhao's brow furrowed, and he opened the file, his expression one of surprise. "Mei Nene, are you free? Lin Nene, are you free...?"

The dossier clearly states that since the war with the Qin state began, similar tragedies have occurred one after another: entire villages of mortals were slaughtered, and cultivators who lived in seclusion in the surrounding area, as well as officials who maintained peace, were also killed. No one escaped with their lives.

According to the official investigation report below, there were traces of Qin army formations that had been covered up around the massacred villages, so they speculated that it was most likely the work of the Qin army.

King Zhao frowned, instinctively sensing that things weren't so simple. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at the elderly minister standing behind him, dressed in a bright red official robe: "My dear minister, what do you think?"

Behind him, an old man with a white beard bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I believe that a special team should be dispatched to conduct a thorough and careful investigation into this matter."

King Zhao's brow twitched slightly: "Reason?"

"Before the war began, the King of Qin had already announced to the whole Central Plains that this was not a brutal 'battle of words,' and that the State of Zhao could also use wooden and golden puppets to fight," the old man said slowly. "If the State of Qin runs out of supplies first, it will naturally withdraw its troops; but if the State of Zhao runs out first, as long as we surrender, it will not have to fight to the death, and it will not deliberately harm anyone's life."

"His declaration was clearly aimed at demonstrating his stance to renowned sects such as the Qingyun Sect, Buddhism, and Taoism, in order to prevent these righteous cultivators from interfering with his invasion."

Chapter 602 Sheng Linglong's Small Feet

As he spoke, he frowned: "Such an act of massacring a village is undoubtedly the work of evil and demonic cultivators. Righteous sects will definitely intervene, and some more radical ones might even take down the entire Qin royal family."

After assessing various factors, he finally came to his conclusion: "In short, I suspect there is something else going on behind this. It is possible that there are real evil cultivators who are growing within the territory of my Zhao Kingdom, and are using the traces of the Qin army to cover up their true identities."

He then offered his advice: "Evil cultivators are like tumors. They may not show up at first, but if left unchecked, they will inevitably bring catastrophic disasters to our country in the future."

He was so sincere that King Zhao glanced at him and knew that his idea was correct, but he also knew that this old man intended to take this opportunity to suppress the families that were at odds with him.