Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

Chapter 333 Recuperation

"What happened in the past has long passed. Fellow Daoist Zhang mentioned what happened in the past. Are you reminding me that there is an old grudge between me and the Qingyun Sect?" Ling Wanran narrowed her eyes and stared at Zhang Xinyuan unkindly.

Zhang Xinyuan was interrupted before he could finish his words. He panicked when he heard this and opened his mouth to explain, but when he looked at Ling Wanran's disgusted eyes, he couldn't continue for some reason.

However, when he thought of Ling Wanran appearing with the Mahayana Immortal, Zhang Xinyuan calmed down again.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, that's not what I meant. Even if you leave Qingyun Sect, we were still fellow disciples after all. Now that Qingyun Sect is gone, we two should help each other." Zhang Xinyuan said with a sad expression:

"Even if you hate my master, Uncle He is your master. When Uncle He died, he still cared about you. How can you let him down?" Zhang Xinyuan directly mentioned Ling Wanran's master.

Hearing this, Ling Wanran was stunned for a moment, but soon, she raised the corner of her mouth in sarcasm.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I have always remembered what Senior He said in Wuwang City that day. Since I chose to leave Qingyun Sect, I no longer have any relationship with you. Now that I have joined the Corpse Puppet Tribe, I have nothing to do with you at all. I will pretend that I didn't hear what you said today. If you keep pestering me, don't blame me for disregarding the friendship between us former comrades."

If the situation wasn't special at the moment, she would really have killed Zhang Xinyuan directly.

"The Corpse Puppet Tribe, do you know that they are pretty..." Before he could finish his word "Xiu", Luo Shan, who had been watching the fun on the side and trying to lower his presence, stood up and stood in front of Ling Wanran.

"What's wrong with the corpse puppets in Southern Xinjiang, fellow Daoist, do you have any opinions about my corpse puppet tribe?" As Luo Shan said this, he condensed the Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram in his hand, as if he was ready to smash it down at any time.

Zhang Xinyuan broke out in sweat on his forehead. Only then did he realize the existence of Luo San. He didn't know what happened just now, as it seemed that he hadn't noticed this person at all.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xinyuan felt it carefully and found that he could not find out Luo San's cultivation level. Even Ling Wanran's cultivation level was much higher than his.

Suddenly, Zhang Xinyuan's face turned pale, and he was filled with anger and jealousy.

Unexpectedly, after Ling Wanran left Qingyun Sect, her cultivation level advanced so quickly. Although his aptitude was obviously not as good as hers, he was still in the Foundation Establishment Stage, while Ling Wanran had already reached the Golden Core Stage.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xinyuan couldn't help but look Ling Wanran up and down. He felt even worse when he saw that the robes she was wearing were one level higher than his and were top grade.

"Dao...Senior, I didn't mean that." Zhang Xinyuan wanted to call him fellow Taoist, but seeing Luo San's unhappy expression, he immediately changed it to senior.

"Oh, then what do you mean? Do you think my hearing is bad and I heard it wrong?" Luo San released the pressure of the Nascent Soul and looked at Zhang Xinyuan coldly.

Zhang Xinyuan was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. How could he withstand the pressure from a Nascent Soul cultivator? He immediately bent his body and knelt on the ground.

"Senior, I was wrong with my words. I hope you can forgive my unintentional mistake this time." Zhang Xinyuan felt uncomfortable as his chest was being pressed. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and begged for mercy.

Luo Shan withdrew his pressure, and without even looking at Zhang Xinyuan who was kneeling on the ground, he said directly to Ling Wanran:

"I asked Elder Fang to set up a magic tent for you at the place where the Corpse Puppet Tribe is stationed. Let's go and rest first."

After saying that, he walked straight ahead and passed by Zhang Xinxin.

Ling Wanran followed behind, without even looking at Zhang Xinyuan.

As for Zhang Xinyuan, who was lying on the ground, clenched his fists tightly, with surging hatred in his eyes after the two men left.

After walking a little further, Luo Shan sent a voice message to Ling Wanran: "So many people died in Qingyun Sect, but he survived?"

Ling Wanran understood the meaning of these words.

"I know what Brother Luo means, but now is not the time to take action against him. When we fight the demons in the future, I will make sure he never returns." A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Ling Wanran's eyes. It would cause too much trouble to take action against Zhang Xinyuan now, so why not just endure it?

"When the time comes, if you need help, just give me a call." Luo Shan nodded. She admired the fact that Fellow Daoist Ling did not care about the friendship they had as fellow disciples.

If you don't cut the grass at its roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. None of the Jindan and Yuanying cultivators of Qingyun Sect survived, but this one who had established his foundation survived. She didn't believe that there was no secret.

“I am confident that I can kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator without Fellow Daoist Luo’s help.” After all, she was also a Jindan cultivator, and she also had the assistance of formations. Naturally, it was more than enough for her to kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

As the two were talking, they soon arrived at the Corpse Puppet Tribe's encampment.

Luo Shan's tent was next to Ling Wanran's. After the two discussed some things, they returned to their own tents.

In the next few days, there was no action. After all, the human race had suffered heavy losses before. Although there were eight Mahayana Immortals, the Immortals also said that they would not interfere in these matters unless the demon race had a Mahayana Demon Lord to take action.

The ice in the northern region was caused by the arrival of human cultivators, which forced the demon clan's activity area to be reduced by half. However, the current situation is special, and the demon clan does not care.

After the eight immortals finished discussing cooperation with the cultivators from the Four Directions Realm, half of them stayed in the Four Directions Realm, and the remaining four began to prepare to return to the Haoran Realm to deploy a series of subsequent matters.

Before that, the four immortals went to the Western Regions and fought with the Mahayana Demon Lord. Then the four of them joined forces to severely injure the Demon Lord and then returned to the cross-border teleportation array.

The four who remained stayed in the Four Directions Realm.

With the presence of the Great Vehicle Immortal, all the human cultivators and demon cultivators in the four directions breathed a sigh of relief temporarily. They began to practice day and night to prepare for the subsequent war.

The things that Luo San gave were limited after all. Although there were only a thousand or so people left in the Corpse Puppet Tribe, it was impossible to distribute them all, so Elder Fang focused on distributing the resources to the cultivators with better qualifications.

Ling Wanran, as a formation master, was very tactful and handed Elder Fang a storage bag with an engraved formation plate.

Although its grade is not high, it is a rare life-saving item for today's corpse puppet monks.

Because of this storage bag array, Elder Fang became more friendly towards Ling Wanran.

Luo Shan saw all of this.

Time passed little by little, and Sima Xun and others, perhaps influenced by the cultivators from the four directions, had been practicing hard these days.

On the ice field of the Northern Territory, during this period of time, many cultivators broke through from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Golden Core stage. Even Sima Xun and others broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Ling Wanran's cultivation also advanced from the middle stage of the Golden Core to the late stage.

Three years passed in a flash. Although the demons occasionally invaded, the great demon lord never showed up.