Zhong Xueliu did not reply to the message.
She called Nan Yuanman directly, but the moment Nan Yuanman answered, the moo she made made her speechless.
She forgot that the talisman that Nan Yuanman had placed on her hadn't expired yet!
Heartbroken, Zhong Xueliu hung up the phone and then sent her a message asking: "Little Perfection, where did you hear about this sect?"
Nan Yuanman did not hide anything and told Zhong Xueliu what Jiang Zhen said when she died.
She then asked, "Who are those people?"
Zhong Xueliu did not answer Nan Yuanman's question directly. She remained silent for a while, seemingly hesitant, while the chat box kept showing "typing in progress".
Nan Yuanman did not urge her, and waited quietly and obediently.
About half a minute later, Zhong Xueliu's message arrived: "[That was a mad cult formed by an evil organization, but we dismantled them a long time ago. Logically, all those people should have been imprisoned, but unexpectedly, some escaped.]"
Zhong Xueliu first heard about the sect when she was a teenager, when her master told her stories of his past experiences.
He said that he once encountered a very crazy evil cult in a small country. In order to cultivate his so-called Great Dao, the evil cult turned his wife and children into evil ghosts, and they were extremely vicious mother and child demons.
He used the Mother-Child Demon to control the entire village, establishing his own kingdom within it. He used ordinary people to cultivate evil spirits and corpses, believing that those who could cultivate were superior beings, while ordinary people were merely ants.
They even shamelessly claimed that they wanted to turn the tables and become the masters of the world.
The master sneered at that time: "They call themselves the masters of the day. If Heaven knew that they were doing such heinous things in His name, Heaven would surely strike them dead with lightning."
However, that sect was very powerful and daring, and they liked to cultivate strange and evil spirits. My master said that it took a great deal of effort to cleanse them.
In short, they were a bunch of crazy people who would do anything.
However, when Jiang Zhen set her sights on the Jiang family, the Jiang family had already declined and was no longer the richest family in S City. So why did they choose the Jiang family and approach them?
Does the Jiang family have what they want?
Zhong Xueliu felt that she had overlooked something, but she couldn't remember what it was for the time being.
She rubbed her slightly aching temples, pursed her lips, and continued typing: [Yuanman, don't tell anyone else about this for now. I'll report it to the bureau first and see how my master... cough cough, the higher-ups at 908 handle it.]
Nan Yuanman nervously met the gazes of Bai Yi and Feng Congqian, who were sitting upright on the sofa, and quietly agreed, "Okay."
Bai Yi is not a person, but a spirit.
Feng Congqian is her father, not an outsider. She didn't leak any secrets, um!
Zhong Xueliu reminded Nan Yuanman to be careful when going out during this period, so she stopped sending her messages.
Nan Yuanman didn't need to worry about it; she quickly forgot about it and, together with Bai Yi, lay on the coffee table, holding a red brush dipped in cinnabar, concentrating on drawing talismans.
The battles she's been fighting have depleted her talismans, so her grandfather can't draw them for her anymore; she has to come by herself, huffing and puffing.
Lots of Heavenly Thunder Talismans, Lots of Thunderfire Talismans, Lots of Farting Talismans...
He became more and more engrossed in painting, so much so that he didn't even realize when he got cinnabar on his face.
Feng Congqian didn't disturb her. He sat quietly beside her, working on his laptop while keeping her company. But when he saw Nan Yuanman draw a talisman in just a few seconds, he felt a little worried.
Isn't the speed at which she draws the talisman too fast? Won't it take too much to her body? Won't it create a burden?
After thinking for a moment, he recorded a video of himself drawing talismans at Nanmanyuan on his phone and sent it to Xuanqingzi.
Xuan Qingzi, who was leisurely scrolling through her phone in the Sanqing Temple courtyard, saw a WeChat message suddenly pop up and a question mark appeared above her head.
"That's really strange, this busy person actually took the initiative to send me a message..."
He opened the chat box with a muttering sound, and what he saw was a chubby little figure sitting on a small stool and leaning on the coffee table in the video.
Xuan Qingzi clicked on the video.
Xuan Qingzi broke through the defense.
Xuan Qingzi was bombarded with question marks.
Xuan Qingzi: [Hey, you surnamed Feng, what do you mean? Did you record this video just to show off to me?]
Feng Congqian: [Master Xuanqingzi, you've misunderstood. I just wanted to ask if the speed at which the Perfection talisman is drawn is normal?]
Xuan Qingzi, her face dark, gritted her teeth and retorted, "Do you think this is normal?"
Feng Congqian honestly replied: [This is abnormal.]
Xuan Qingzi: [Then why did you ask!]
He had only ever seen things like creating talismans in seconds in ancient books; this was the first time he had ever actually seen one in real life.
What broke his defenses was that the protagonist who created the talisman in those few seconds was just a five-year-old child!
Five years old! What a bright future awaits!
Unlike him, he's too old and hopeless! Haha!
Xuan Qingzi felt a tightness in his chest. Where on earth did this old man Nan dig up such a gifted granddaughter? Was it too late for him to go and dig her up now?
After breaking down, Xuan Qingzi kindly told Feng Congqian: "Judging from her appearance, she has clearly gotten used to the speed of drawing talismans. As long as she feels it's okay, there's nothing to worry about."
Upon seeing his message, Feng Congqian, who had been feeling a little uneasy, instantly calmed down.
He was at peace, but Xuan Qingzi was not.
Especially at this moment, Zhang Shimian, with a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right, wobbled over like a simpleton, humming a song and shouting, "Master! I'm back!!"
Xuan Qingzi watched the video of Nan Yuanman drawing talismans again, and then looked at the clumsy and unlucky thing in front of him. His eyes suddenly stung. He beckoned to Zhang Shimian: "Come here."
Zhang Shimian put the chickens and ducks aside: "Master, is there anything I can do for you?"
As soon as he approached, Xuan Qingzi couldn't help but give him a sharp rap on the head: "Just looking at you annoys me! Go back to your training down the mountain!"
Zhang Shimian grimaced and covered his head, looking at Xuan Qingzi with a blank expression, feeling somewhat aggrieved.
Why would I call him over when I see him?
"When you return from this training, I want to see your ability to create a talisman in a few seconds. If you can't do that, don't come back!"
Xuan Qingzi waved his hand, and the little paper figure that was sweeping with a broom ran over with a whine, picked up Zhang Shimian, threw her out, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Zhang Shimian: "?"
Zhang Shimian pounded on the door: "Master! Even if you kill me, I can't possibly create a talisman in a few seconds! Besides, how could there possibly be someone in this world who can create a talisman in a few seconds!"
That's something only geniuses in ancient books could accomplish! What kind of person is he? He has to cleanse himself with incense, concentrate his mind, and spend two hours drawing a single talisman!
Xuan Qingzi didn't say anything, but forwarded a video to Zhang Shimian.
Zhang Shimian clicked on the video.
Zhang Shimian broke down.
Is this even human?!
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