Congratulations, you’ve discovered a genuine Haired Zombie, who seems to be a mber of the friendly faction at the mont.
Temporary Ability: Cavern Thunder Scripture.
Deford Corpse.
A proper zombie from the orthodox zombie path, it takes a hundred years to rise from the dead, three hundred years to beco a Haired Zombie, and then another five hundred years lying on the earth’s veins, slumbering and nurturing its form—once it awakens, it can regain its Spiritual Intelligence, reclaim the past.
A long ti ago, the Left Path Corpse Ascension to Immortality thod had been tinkered with, barely managing to beco a kind of alternative longevity.
For now, it is a mber of the friendly faction.
Temporary Ability: Cavern Thunder Scripture.
Flying Zombie.
A bona fide Great Zombie of a thousand years, its Spiritual Intelligence is no different from that of a living person...
Stop looking; if you keep staring, it becos impolite. Hurry over and call her Aunt Gan.
Temporary Ability... forget about it; even if I gave you the Sword of Xuanyuan, you wouldn’t dare use it.
Before the prompt had finished displaying, it was already suggesting Wen Yan hurry and seek support. He guessed there might be so other influence if he continued to read.
Without even having the chance to check on his uncle first, he respectfully approached Gan Tang and readily called her by the familiar address.
"Aunt Gan, sorry, the situation here is a bit of an ergency, kind of ssy."
Gan Tang heard Wen Yan cozy up as soon as he approached, directly calling her aunt, which imdiately made her cover her mouth and chuckle.
The Little Zombie was not too pleased, whimpering sothing indistinctly.
Gan Tang’s eyes and brows carried a smile. Even when she laughed, she still looked dignified and imposing, and her tone was serene.
"Alright, then I shall accept the title. You are definitely more interesting than your ancestor."
Wen Yan laughed awkwardly. He had been led by the prompt and blurted it out without thinking it through.
But judging by Gan Tang’s reaction, it seed she quite liked the way he addressed her.
"Aunt Gan, I’m actually not clear who my ancestors were."
"Your Yang Energy, and that of your thirteenth-generation ancestor, look like they were cast from the sa mold, and yours is even more upright, just not as... old-fashioned as his."
Gan Tang appeared to rember sothing, her tone becoming sowhat peculiar, tinged with nostalgia.
Wen Yan didn’t dare to ask in detail, but based on what he understood now, the thirteenth-generation master of Fuyu Mountain had never formally married, so how could he have descendants?Yet it seed everyone naturally accepted the fact that the thirteenth-generation master should have bloodline descendants.Even Gan Tang, who seemingly had seen the thirteenth-generation master, took it as a matter of course that he had descendants.Wen Yan also wasn’t clear about how things worked in that era.He only vaguely rembered hearing soone say that in those days, in families of high status, the official marriage was to a well-matched wife, but if there were concubines who had given birth before the official marriage, it didn’t seem to be too rare.As for the specifics, he wasn’t clear, and such matters were not things he would inquire about directly.
Gan Tang turned to look at the ssy campsite and signaled to the female Deford Corpse nearby.
"Ah Huan, go sort it out."
The female Deford Corpse bowed and headed toward the campsite.
Wen Yan glanced at Zhang Laoxi, who was still weak at the knees, and whispered a reminder.
"Old Xi, hurry up and bring so chairs. Do you expect the seniors to stand around and wait?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Laoxi quickly agreed and dashed into the campsite.
He didn’t know how Wen Yan felt, but as a Taoist who had not yet been imparted teaching, facing a Flying Zombie, two Deford Corpses, and eight Black-haired Zombies, to still be able to kneel and speak clearly and promptly—he felt he was incredibly capable.Didn’t you see the Junior Taoist Yinfeng who ca along, hanging his head so low his chin was practically poking into his chest?
Zhang Laoxi brought over a bunch of chairs and even a table. Feng Yao prepared tea but didn’t dare to co close.
Just getting a bit closer made his heart race as if it were about to leap out of his chest.The others had no ill-intent, but his body’s instincts were in furious warning, his adrenaline nearly overwheld.
Wen Yan brewed so green tea, which Gan Tang took up with a slightly surprised expression.
"Is this how tea is drunk now?"
"Yes, this is the current way: to savor the natural flavor and fragrance of the tea, first bitter then sweet, with a lasting aftertaste."
"When I was young, drinking tea this way was considered odd. Tis change so quickly! It seems I need to learn the modern tongue before stepping out, as even speaking has changed so much."
Gan Tang held her teacup, savoring it carefully, her gaze drifting toward the chaotic campsite as she tasted the tea.
"This Divine Skill of yours gives a sense of déjà vu. Back in those days, this was called inducing vomiting."
"Please enlighten , Aunt Gan, for I only know what it is, not why it is."
Gan Tang didn’t rush to speak, looking at the campsite, perhaps reminiscing about sothing. It was a long while before she finally spoke.
"With age cos nostalgia for the past. Stepping out these days is all about reminiscing.
When I was ten, there was a great plague in my village, and I encountered a Doctor.
He used golden liquid as a supplent, feeding it to the sick and causing them to vomit incessantly, expelling the plague along with it.
But since then, patients would involuntarily feel nauseous when they saw this Doctor, unable to suppress it.
I had thought that was simply a thod of curing disease, but later I realized it was based on a Divine Skill.
It actually shares a remarkable similarity with what you did today.
If not for this, I would have found it difficult to recall. It has been too long."
Gan Tang put down her teacup, stretched out a hand, and gently pulled Wen Yan along like she was leading a younger mber of the family, heading toward the campsite.
"Co on, let’s go have a look."
Wen Yan followed obediently. To the eyes of a Great Zombie aged a thousand years and upwards, he was indeed just a re child, which was undeniably true.
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