Song ilin shook her head.
"He tried."
The smile on her face disappeared.
"But the strange part was..."
"No matter how many Pishachas were killed, new ones would eventually appear."
"Again and again."
"Their numbers would decrease temporarily, then slowly recover."
Su Mo imdiately understood.
"Like cockroaches."
Song ilin looked at him.
After a mont, she reluctantly nodded.
"... A rather unpleasant comparison. But yes. Very similar."
"Nobody knows where they co from. We have searched the surrounding mountains several tis over all these years and still haven’t found the source."
Su Mo rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
That sounded troubleso.
A monster population that naturally regenerated after being wiped out was definitely not normal.
"Our ancestor also searched for a permanent solution," Song ilin continued. "Unfortunately, he never found one."
"He eventually realised that simply travelling through and eliminating the monsters once wasn’t enough."
"The problem would return the mont he left."
The three walked silently for a few monts before Song ilin spoke again.
"So he made a decision."
"Could it be...?" Yang Qingxi mumbled.
"Yes, he ended his journey." Song ilin’s voice carried admiration.
"He chose to settle here permanently and founded White Moon Sect."
Su Mo and Yang Qingxi exchanged glances.
Song ilin continued.
"The purpose of the sect wasn’t to dominate the cultivation world or anything."
"It was to remain here, suppress the Pishachas, and protect the surrounding people."
For a mont, only the sound of footsteps remained.
Then, Yang Qingxi spoke.
"I believe your ancestor’s intentions were genuine."
Song ilin smiled. "Thank you."
"However..." Yang Qingxi continued calmly, "I don’t believe later generations would willingly remain in such a dangerous place purely out of goodwill."
The smile on Song ilin’s face widened slightly.
She gave Yang Qingxi an approving look.
"Not bad."
"You really are Qingyun’s daughter. Very sharp."
Su Mo’s lips twitched.
[Sharp?]
[She’s just suspicious of everything.]
[Especially after knowing people like Wu Chaochang ca from this sect.]
Naturally, Yang Qingxi shared the sa thought.
More importantly, she was intentionally probing for information.
Compared to Su Mo, she felt she could ask sensitive questions more naturally, as they were both won.
"You still haven’t answered my question," she said. "Is it sothing that can’t be discussed?"
Song ilin hesitated briefly. Then she nodded.
"You’re right."
"This is technically the sect’s secret."
"Oh."
Yang Qingxi nodded understandingly.
She was already preparing to slowly steer the conversation elsewhere and gather information gradually in the future.
Unexpectedly, Song ilin imdiately added,
"But I’m willing to tell you."
Yang Qingxi blinked.
Su Mo also looked over.
The two of them beca montarily speechless.
Weren’t sect secrets supposed to be guarded seriously?
Seeing their expressions, Song ilin couldn’t help chuckling.
"The reason is simple. I trust Qingyun."
"Besides, after what happened today, hiding it from you serves little purpose."
She paused before revealing the answer.
"The main reason White Moon Sect remains here isn’t rely because of our ancestor’s wishes."
"It is because the Pishachas themselves are valuable resources for our cultivation."
The snow-covered path suddenly seed much quieter.
Su Mo stopped walking.
Yang Qingxi also froze briefly.
The two stared at Song ilin. Their eyes widened simultaneously.
"The Pishachas..." Su Mo repeated slowly.
"...are cultivation resources?"
"Yes. Due to the lack of spiritual energy in the world, our ancestor eventually realised that if he wanted to establish a force capable of suppressing the Pishachas for generations, ordinary cultivation thods wouldn’t be enough."
Song ilin continued walking through the snow-covered path while explaining patiently. "A sect cannot survive on ideals alone. Cultivators need resources. They need pills, techniques, weapons, and countless other things."
"So the ancestor ca up with another solution."
"He found a way to refine the Pishachas into cultivation resources."
Su Mo and Yang Qingxi exchanged a glance.
That actually explained many things.
White Moon Sect had remained in this dangerous region for five hundred years. If it were rely for the sake of protecting the nearby people, it would be difficult to sustain such determination generation after generation.
However, if the Pishachas themselves could beco resources...
Then everything made much more sense.
"Nowadays, all elders and disciples use Dharma Pills refined by the Alchemy Hall," Song ilin continued. "Those pills are one of the most important cultivation resources of our sect."
Neither Su Mo nor Yang Qingxi asked how the pills were refined or what principles were involved.
So things were obvious sect secrets.
The relationship between both parties was good at the mont. There was no need to beco overly curious and create awkwardness.
Seeing that the two didn’t continue questioning, Song ilin felt slightly relieved.
At the sa ti, her impression of them improved further.
Most young cultivators would’ve imdiately started asking all kinds of questions after hearing sothing so unusual.
These two clearly knew where to stop.
After a brief silence, Song ilin suddenly smiled and asked casually,
"By the way, Qingyun didn’t tell much. Are you two here simply to visit? Or do you have so other purpose?"
The question sounded natural. Almost casual.
However, both Su Mo and Yang Qingxi could tell she was probing for information.
After all, their strength was far beyond what ordinary visitors should possess.
A Golden Core cultivator and a Foundation Building cultivator capable of casually annihilating Grade Two Pishachas weren’t exactly ordinary tourists.
Su Mo was about to answer honestly. They were here looking for a certain person.
Before he could speak, however, Yang Qingxi beat him to it.
"Mainly to visit."
Her expression didn’t change in the slightest.
"We wanted to travel around and learn more about the cultivation world."
Song ilin looked at her in surprise.
"Huh?"
"You should already know these things, shouldn’t you?"
"When you were in the Shen Family, you would’ve had access to this kind of information."
Su Mo imdiately understood.
Song ilin had misunderstood their identities.
She believed Yang Qingxi was raised by the Shen Family, her maternal relatives.
Technically speaking, correcting her wouldn’t bring any benefits.
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