Domestic Zone: You already have a system, why join a chat group?

Chapter 178 Nalan Yanran's Thirty-Six Love Strategies

Night fell, the moonlight was faint, and the stars twinkled.

Inside the cave where Yunshan had previously secluded himself, Xiao Yan and Yunshan sat facing each other with calm expressions.

"Let's begin," Yunshan said calmly.

Thanks to Xiao Yan's earlier reminder, he discovered through self-examination that his soul had been tampered with by the protector. However, since he was not an alchemist, he had no specific methods for dealing with the soul. In order to prevent the Yunlan Sect's thousand-year foundation from collapsing in his hands, he had no choice but to ask Xiao Yan for help.

Through his conversation with Yun Yun, he had a general understanding of Xiao Yan's personality. Given the ambiguous relationship between Yun Yun and his disciple, it wasn't unreasonable to trust her to some extent.

"Please relax, Elder Sect Master." Xiao Yan nodded, raised his hand and gently touched his brow. The next moment, control of his body was handed over to Yao Lao.

Seeing Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly become as indifferent and profound as a bottomless abyss, exuding an indescribable calmness and pressure, Yun Shan's last bit of anxiety was completely dispelled, and he closed his eyes and relaxed his mind and body.

"Without defilement or purity, without darkness or light—" The old medicine master formed a purification mudra with his hands and chanted a purification mantra. He peeled away a ray of spiritual light that had condensed between his eyebrows and placed it into Yunshan's brow.

In an instant, Yunshan felt the sound of the Great Dao echoing in his ears, and a cool sensation burst forth from his mind and swept over his entire body, like the first sweet rain after a drought. In this cool sensation, he felt a long-lost peace.

From a third-person perspective, he could even observe the crimson threads that clung to his soul being slowly peeled away.

Vulture protector, very good.

outside world.

The Yunlan Mountains were now covered by thick clouds and fog, a vast expanse of white, as thick as a city wall, enveloping the entire mountain range completely.

These clouds and mists are not ordinary mountain fog, but are formed by the condensation of countless fine battle qi. Even a Dou Huang powerhouse cannot easily break through them, let alone outsiders who try to spy on them.

This is the mountain-protecting formation of the Yunlan Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years. The Cloud and Smoke Covering the Sun Formation, once activated, isolates the entire Yunlan Mountain Range from the outside world, allowing entry but not exit, as if forcibly cutting off a piece of heaven and earth from the human world.

Because the matter of the Soul Palace was of great importance, Yunshan immediately announced the closure of the Yunlan Sect. In the past, the big shots of these major forces would definitely have made a fuss, but the situation was very different now. Not only had Yunshan advanced to the Dou Zong level, but Hai Bodong, the only one present who could rival Yunshan, had also sided with Xiao Yan and Yunshan.

As the saying goes, circumstances are stronger than people. Given the current situation, continuing to make trouble would only lead to a complete loss of face. Jia Xingtian and Fa Ma decisively gave up the struggle, and the other forces had no choice but to settle down temporarily on Yunlan Mountain.

"Teacher." From the high platform overlooking the entire Yunlan Mountain Range, Nalan Yanran found Yun, who was standing by the railing lost in thought.

Yun, the high platform is built at the highest point of Yunlan Sect. From here, you can see the entire mountain range.

"It's Yanran." Yun Yun snapped out of her daze, forced a smile, and turned around.

"Teacher, do you know Xiao Yan?" Nalan Yanran asked with great curiosity as soon as they met.

Although too many things happened today and there were too many things for her to process, the thing she wanted to figure out most right now was this: what exactly was the relationship between her master and her ex-fiancé?

"What relationship could there be? Didn't I say before that we're just friends who've met a few times?" Yun Yun changed the subject.

"I don't believe you." Nalan Yanran pouted. "Teacher, you can't lie at all. Every time you lie, you don't dare to look people in the eye."

Being exposed by her own disciple, Yun Yun couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Her eyes flickered, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks.

She dared not look into her disciple's eyes, and quickly turned her head back to the fighting arena at the foot of the mountain. There, the lights were on, and many disciples with earth and wood attribute fighting qi were still working hard to restore the fighting arena, which had been blown to pieces by Xiao Yan, to its original state.

Seeing that her teacher remained silent, Nalan Yanran took a step closer to Yun Yun and said with exasperation, "Teacher, you can't keep going like this. If you keep hiding like this, Xiao Yan will eventually fall into the arms of another woman. Although Xiao Yan has a childhood sweetheart named Xiao Xun'er at home, childhood sweethearts can't compete with those who come from the outside. I think if you try your best, you still have a good chance."

"Yanran." Yun Yun chuckled and ruffled Nalan Yanran's hair. "Where did you get all these strange and unusual sayings from?"

"It was just—a storybook I picked up by the roadside." Nalan Yanran coughed, her tone slightly unnatural.

It was indeed something I picked up, but it wasn't a storybook; it was a guide to pursuing love called "The Thirty-Six Strategies of Love," which offered profound psychological analysis of men and women during courtship and can be considered the essence of this art.

"None of that matters," Yun Yun said sadly. "I'm old enough to be his mother."

Nalan Yanran said nonchalantly, "Maybe Xiao Yan just likes women who are like mothers."

She read in a book that some men like to chase after girls and call them "Mom," which isn't unusual.

Is that so? Yun Yun was somewhat swayed by Nalan Yanran's words, but she still stubbornly insisted, "You make such a convincing point, why don't you try it yourself?"

"It's because I didn't want to compete with you, teacher." Nalan Yanran subconsciously stood on tiptoe and stomped her feet on the ground, clearly feeling guilty.

Ok?

Something is wrong!

Seeing her disciple's shy expression, Yun Yun immediately sensed that something was wrong.

About two weeks later.

The clouds and mist that had enveloped the Yunlan Mountains finally dissipated slowly. The Yunlan Sect lifted its seal, and Xiao Yan and Yun Shan stood side by side atop the Yunlan Mountains, watching as figures departed from the Yunlan Mountains.

Although half a month wouldn't cause chaos in the capital, there were still many things that needed to be dealt with by the clan leaders and elders. Moreover, most of the magazines in their souls had been expelled, so Yunshan had no reason to keep them any longer and simply let them go.

"Three days from now is the deadline I agreed upon with him." Staring intently at the faint gray mark in the palm of his right hand, Yunshan clenched his fist tightly: "This time, I'll make sure that person never returns!"

"Isn't the old sect leader afraid that this action will bring annihilation upon the Yunlan Sect?"

"So what?" Yunshan said domineeringly, his white robe billowing in the morning breeze with a deep, whistling sound. "At worst, I'll just kill him, change my name, and leave for another place. I don't believe they can chase after me and kill me."

"Hmm, hmm?" Xiao Yan stared blankly at Yun Shan. His actions were so domineering, yet his words were so flexible and adaptable.

"Otherwise, why do you think my Yunlan Sect would come to the Jia Ma Empire?" Yun Shan snorted. He wasn't stupid. Knowing that he had provoked a powerful enemy, if he didn't run away, wouldn't he be waiting to be wiped out?

Yun Potian, the founder of the Yunlan Sect, was a powerful Dou Zun who was a formidable figure in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, his descendants were not up to par, and his strongest combat power declined again and again, from Dou Zun to Dou Zong, and from Dou Zong to Dou Huang. He stumbled along the way and had no choice but to come to the remote corner of the Jia Ma Empire from the Central Plains.

His departure with the sect was merely in accordance with the will of his ancestors.

"There's no need to be so pessimistic." Xiao Yan's lips twitched; he truly hadn't expected Yunshan to have this side to him.

As for the entire clan's relocation mentioned by Yunshan, it was completely unnecessary.

Because the Northwest Continent is too remote, the Soul Hall's main area of ​​activity is in the Central State, and the Jia Ma Empire is a remote border region of the Northwest Continent, a rural area within a rural area. If it weren't for its connection with the Xiao family, the entire Jia Ma Empire would only have heard of the Soul Hall's existence during the War of the Two Emperors.

Not to mention that the Vulture Protector is the lowest of the low, a consumable item; once he dies, he's gone, and there's no possibility of investigation.

"That's good." Yunshan nodded slightly. It would be best if they could stay. Yunlan Sect had been rooted here for hundreds of years. Every blade of grass and every tree was a testament to their hard work, and every brick and tile had a story. Unless absolutely necessary, he would not want to lead thousands of disciples away from their homeland.

As for Yunyun's matter, he had no intention of bringing it up. As the saying goes, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and he couldn't comment on what the young people thought these days. He would simply observe from the sidelines.

However, based on his own experience, he believed that Xiao Yan and his disciple would most likely succeed.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The chat group notification sounded in his mind, so Xiao Yan made up an excuse to return to his room. The first thing he saw was a message from Russell.

Russell: "Is the three-year agreement over?"

Holy crap?

Xiao Yan looked completely bewildered: "How did you know? Did you install surveillance cameras?"

Russell: "Bullshit! Dude, the progress bar is halfway done!"

The world of Chinese Paladin, the Wuji Pavilion of Mount Shu.

Russell typed a line of text in annoyance. He had just been in seclusion when a notification appeared, showing that Xiao Yan's progress bar had reached 25%. He knew exactly what was going on.

Xiao Yan: "Tch~"

Ye Fan: "Huo Huo is so unfair, not even broadcasting such an important event live."

Russell: "Exactly, exactly."

Back then, the three-year agreement ignited Tencent's passion, but now that he himself has stepped forward, he's not even doing a live stream, showing absolutely no regard for the group members.

Xiao Yan: "Live streaming is too embarrassing. Let's talk about it when we fight the Soul Emperor later."

Russell chuckled. "Isn't it just that you're worried about Yun Yun appearing on camera? And you're talking about shame? Shameful!"

Lu Mingfei: "The Demon King Shao Song and his two protectors are here."

Lu Mingfei: "[Image]"

In the scene, Zhao Jiu sits upright in a crimson dragon robe, the gold threads on the robe shimmering like flames in the sunlight, while Lu Mingfei and Asule stand guard on either side of him, both clad in heavy armor.

During this time, Asule was like a fish in water or an eagle returning to the sky in the world of Shaosong, completely at ease.

Especially after going to the battlefield with Lu Mingfei, it became unstoppable.

What does it mean to be a born warrior? When the Bronze Blood is activated, it is often the case that one person can cut down an entire Golden Cavalry. It is much more powerful than when Lu Mingfei first arrived.

When Lu Mingfei first arrived, he had never even been on the battlefield. His legs were weak when he charged for the first time. But Asule was different. He was like a different person as soon as he entered the battlefield. His eyes, which were usually gentle and somewhat melancholy, became sharp as knives the moment the bronze blood burned. He was like a sword drawn from its sheath, and wherever he went, he was swift and deadly.

Of course, Lu Mingfei didn't bring Asule here to be a common soldier; he wanted Asule to learn from Zhao Jiu how to be a qualified ruler.

After learning about Asule's identity, Zhao Jiu generously shared his knowledge with the future Qingyang Grand Prince, even though he himself only had a superficial understanding of being an emperor.

Klein: "So, when does Fei-zai plan to return to the Dragon Clan?"

Lu Mingfei: "At the very least, we have to help Brother Jiu conquer Asia, what's wrong with that?"

Klein: "Oil is critically low, we urgently need oil support!"

The world of Lord of Mysteries.

The crimson moon hung silently in the night sky, while countless stars twinkled in the night heavens.

In a large manor called Ryan Manor in Queen Backlund, the brightest rising star in the economic world of the Kingdom of Loen is currently going bald.

Klein sat behind his desk in his study, a pile of ledgers and reports spread out in front of him, the numbers densely packed, making his temples throb.

The oil traded with Han Li has less than six months' worth of storage left, and that's assuming the orders don't continue to expand.

But the market won't wait for anyone. Orders will only increase, and demand will only grow. If things continue like this, without replenishing oil, he will have to declare bankruptcy in two or three months at most.

The problem now is that Han Li has been out of contact for some time, and no matter how many times he @s him, there is no response. He guesses that the other party must be in seclusion.

This is quite disheartening. His seclusion often lasts for ten or twenty years. By the time he comes out, he will have been sleeping on the streets for quite some time.

"Klein, don't always frown, it'll give you wrinkles. If you run into any trouble, you can tell me and Benson, and we'll help you figure it out together."

Melissa's voice came from not far away. She walked into the study carrying a cup of hot coffee and placed it next to Klein. Klein quickly put on a smiling face: "Don't worry, Melissa, it's just a small matter."

This is the truth.

Since he started his Fool's Company with oil, from its initial development to its current stability maintenance, the Church of the Goddess of Night has spared no effort in supporting him.

That's why he was able to grow the company to its current size so easily without encountering any outside tactics in the business world.

An eight-legged goddess who wished to remain anonymous said she had high hopes for Klein and hoped he would quickly propel the world from the Middle Ages into the modern era.

"Melissa, trust Klein, he can handle it." Benson then came down the stairs.

Perhaps because his younger brother is successful in his career and he doesn't have as much pressure as the older brother, his already precarious hairline has started to recede.

"Well, let's have dinner first, and we can go to the opera together tomorrow morning." Klein smoothly changed the subject, drawing Melissa's attention to him.

On the other side, a chef and two assistants were busy at an open-air stove not far away, the firewood in the campfire crackling as it burned, while five maids were preparing the latest drinks at a small table.

Seeing Benson and Melissa's relaxed and cheerful demeanor as they discussed the opera, Klein leaned back in his chair with satisfaction, picked up his cup of hot tea, and took a small sip. The tea was at just the right temperature, sliding down his throat and warming his stomach.

This is what life is all about.

From now on, no one should call him the Lord of Mysteries; please call him Lord K.

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