Qin Ying was overjoyed. He did not know whether the mandrill was dead or alive. Even if it had cultivated into a demon, it was still a beast in essence. Wild beasts had a strong desire to control their territory. In their eyes, humans were also a kind of food.
As long as there were people around, it meant that they were far away from the mandrill's territory.
Qin Ying had just heaved a sigh of relief when she was stunned.
The woman who was chanting an ancient poem silently appeared not far away. She supported Zi Zhu with her fair hands. Her beautiful hair was parted in the middle, and her smooth shoulders hung down. Her facial features were as beautiful as a painting. The most eye-catching thing about her was her open collar. Two golden gemstone beads hung on her swan-like elegant neck, and her pink skin sparkled in the night.
Her upper garment barely wrapped around her voluptuous chest. A dark blue hangover hung on the long skirt below her waist, exposing her small waist and snow-white skin. The tight-fitting long skirt tightly wrapped around her plump buttocks, outlining her beautiful curves. Her elegant steps danced with a moving wind and charm.
In that instant, Qin Ying's hair stood on end. He was even more terrified than when he saw the mandrill.
Grandpa Dead Ghost's words involuntarily appeared in her mind. Wherever the mandrill appeared, there would definitely be a wooden guest. However, the wooden guest was a spirit of plants and trees. The mandrill had taken away its soul and transformed it into a beautiful woman to lure men into becoming food for the mandrill.
He had just escaped from the mandrill's mouth and fallen into the hands of the woodcutter. Most importantly, the corpse puppet slave still needed time to accumulate spiritual power, and the ancient greenish-bronze sword was also in his hands.
Although his dislocated arm was reattached, his broken sternum made him feel as if he was being cut by a knife. Qin Ying groaned inwardly and broke out in cold sweat.
"Young master, you are injured." The woman's figure flashed and landed beside him. She frowned slightly and stared at the bloody hole on his left shoulder that was scratched by the mandrill with her clear eyes.
"Excuse me, Miss, what is this place?”Qin Ying braced herself and asked.
"This place is called Xiao Xiang Valley. It has been a long time since there have been any visitors.”The blue-dressed beauty sighed softly. Her sorrowful tone made one's heart ache.
"Even if there are visitors, they will be eaten by you!”Qin Ying cursed in her heart. She endured the pain and forced a smile."This one accidentally intruded and disturbed Young Lady. It's just a small injury, this one will leave after daybreak.”
"Young Master's injuries are not light!" The blue-dressed beauty bent her knees and squatted beside him. Her slender fingers pressed on his wound, and Qin Ying grimaced in pain. "The wound is black and poisonous, but I don't know who wants to kill you."”
"I was accidentally schemed against by my enemy and was injured!”Qin Ying smiled bitterly. He ignored the voluptuous breasts of the blue-dressed beauty as she bent down. His eyes were filled with despair.
"Such a serious injury can't be recovered in a day. How can he leave the valley and travel far?”The blue-dressed beauty stood up and looked around. She saw the corpse slave puppet hanging on the branch of the purple bamboo."Yin-Yang Puppet, is he the one chasing after Young Master?”
" What?" Qin Ying's expression changed." Miss, you know this kind of corpse puppet slave."”
"Corpse puppets!" The blue-dressed beauty covered her mouth and laughed softly. Her voice was as pleasant as a silver bell."Young Master, how can you belittle the Yin-Yang School like this? This is called the Yin-Yang Puppet. Even in the Nine Palace Shendu Mountain, not everyone can have it.”
"Nine Palace Shendu Mountain, what kind of place is that!”Qin Ying searched through her memories but couldn't recall the name of this mountain. He had some understanding of the Yin-Yang School.
This was a Daoist sect that originated from the pre-Qin period. They cultivated the Yin-Yang Five Elements Technique passed down by the Yellow Emperor and occupied an important position among the Hundred Schools of Philosophy. It was also a sect that pursued the immortal path.
However, it had been too long. With the rise of Confucianism, this sect had long disappeared in the long river of history.
"Young Master is being chased by the Yin-Yang Puppets, yet you don't know who your enemy is?”The blue-dressed beauty asked suspiciously.
"Is the Yin-Yang School very scary?" Qin Ying asked.
"The Yin-Yang School stands at the peak of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy and looks down on the martial world.”the blue-dressed beauty said proudly.
Qin Ying felt extremely strange, but when he heard her describe the Yin-Yang School as terrifying, he felt relieved and smiled calmly."I've never heard of the Nine Palaces Divine Capital Mountain, but this corpse puppet was passed down from my ancestors. As for whether it has anything to do with the Yin-Yang School, I'm not sure.”
He was a veteran and was not in a hurry to cut ties with the Yin-Yang School. His words were ambiguous, making it difficult for others to guess his background. This would be even more intimidating.
"Does Young Master like to lie?" The blue-dressed beauty smiled like a blooming orchid in a deep valley. She was elegant and refined. However, there was a hint of disdain in his tone.
After resting for a while, Qin Ying had recovered a bit of his Genuine Qi. He waved his hand, and the corpse slave puppet floated down from the branch, holding the ancient greenish-bronze sword to protect him. He looked into the eyes of the blue-dressed beauty and said sincerely,""I'm not lying."
"Young Master is really interesting." The blue-dressed beauty looked at him in surprise and asked,""However, this puppet is extremely crude. It's clearly not something that belongs to the Eastern Emperor. However, the Yin-Yang Secret Skill was also a secret that could not be passed down. How could it be spread out?”
"I'm not sure either!" Qin Ying gritted her teeth and endured the pain in her body. However, her expression was as if nothing had happened. She smiled indifferently and said,"Perhaps my ancestors have some connection with the Yin-Yang School. He didn't know who this lady was to have such a deep understanding of the Yin-Yang School.”
"You don't know who I am, yet you dare to barge into Xiaoxiang Valley!”The blue-dressed beauty was even more shocked.
"Lady, please forgive me. I really didn't know that this Xiao Xiang Valley has an owner.”Qin Ying said in shame. She was even more surprised. Before digging the tomb, she had walked around dozens of miles. She had also been to this bamboo forest before, but she did not find any traces of people living there.
The corpse slave puppet was just bluffing. It had lost all its spiritual power and could not fight anymore. He did not dare to meditate and cultivate. He could only lean on the purple bamboo and talk to this beauty. He was trying his best to stall for time so that his zhenqi could recover as soon as possible before he could fight again.
At this moment, the Mandrill's blood essence that he had swallowed had become his only asset. The pain was slowly dissipating, and traces of blood essence emitted from his dantian began to fuse with the true qi he cultivated, repairing his injured meridians.
At this moment, the blue-dressed beauty was a little suspicious and said slowly,""My name is Emperor E."
"Emperor E." Qin Ying almost jumped up. Digging Emperor Shun's tomb and bumping into Emperor E, this was clearly a thousand-year-old ghost.
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