Banshee Family Training Record

Or are they already convinced that the Duke of Jin has truly perished?

He wasn't sure, and he had his own thoughts. Then, he looked to the other side and saw a familiar figure, his eyes full of approval.

That was Sima Lixin, who had inherited his grandfather's title and become the new head of the Sima family. At this moment, he held two whips and soared into the sky, facing several Golden Core cultivators alone without any fear.

His body shone with a chilling golden light, and his whip technique exuded a murderous aura. Combined with the Vajra Indestructible Defense Technique taught to him by Yun Chu'an, he was a perfect blend of offense and defense, making him invincible among his peers.

Looking at Sima Lixin, Yun Chu'an's face showed satisfaction. Although there had been some twists and turns along the way, at least now this guy could be said to have grown into a pillar of the Jin state.

He smiled and didn't rush to make a move. He looked up and saw that even though the elites of the two countries suddenly launched an attack with a large number of Golden Core cultivators, the Jin Kingdom cultivators, relying on their home advantage, activated various large formations to defend themselves, and for a time they were evenly matched.

Under these circumstances, Zhao Cunxiao, the ruler of Zhongshan, and Sun Chengye, the ruler of Youqiong, finally could no longer sit still.

"The Sheng family of Jin, come out and face your death!"

The two Nascent Soul cultivators soared into the sky, unleashing their spiritual energy without restraint. Both were at the mid-Nascent Soul stage; under normal circumstances, they would never dare to challenge the prestige of the Jin Kingdom.

Chapter 709 Your Majesty, you're not dead!

However, now that various channels have revealed that the Duke of Jin has actually passed away and Sheng Linglong is merely keeping his death a secret, both rulers must come over to divide the Duke of Jin's legacy.

At that moment, gazing at the great array protecting the entire city below, Sun Chengye immediately let out a cold laugh, drew his sword, and slashed upwards with it—

In an instant, a terrifying sword light fell from the sky. The many Golden Core cultivators below immediately joined forces, activating the city's protective formation to counterattack, determined to withstand the attack no matter what.

Immediately, the two sides collided, and terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations crisscrossed the sky. The terrifying energy caused the entire city to tremble. Many Golden Core cultivators who were supporting the great formation changed their expressions drastically. Several of the weaker cultivators even coughed up blood on the spot, and their bodies fell backward like kites with broken strings!

Sima Lixin's expression changed drastically. Not far from him, a middle-aged female cultivator surnamed Cheng, who had just reached the Golden Core stage, turned pale instantly: "Impossible! How could you know about this great formation... uh..."

She felt as if she had been choked. Her gaze swept around her, and she already knew why the Golden Core cultivators who were suddenly absent today were missing.

They were betrayed by a traitor.

With the exquisite design and strength of this formation, combined with the spirit stone reserves they buried underground, it should have been able to hold out for a while even if several late-stage Nascent Soul monsters attacked together.

However, if the enemy obtains the inside information, understands the secrets of this grand formation, and focuses their attacks on its weaknesses... [The rest of the text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and phrases, possibly from different sources, and doesn't form coherent sentences. A direct translation isn't meaningful.]

Even an enemy at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm can be defeated head-on!

Inside the palace, Yun Chuan squinted and turned his head slightly to look into the distance. He saw a Golden Core cultivator, whose face was not too familiar, flying in the distance, wearing an unfamiliar official robe, looking in this direction.

He vaguely remembered that the other party's surname was Wang, and he was a minister whom Sheng Linglong valued.

But now was not the time to think about these things. Seeing that the battle was going against him, he immediately got up, summoned his Guan Dao, and with a serious expression, prepared to personally go into battle and fly into the sky to join the fight.

However, at this moment, Sheng Linglong's hand suddenly covered the back of his hand: "Don't go yet."

Yun Chu'an's expression shifted, and he turned to look at his beloved.

Then he saw Sheng Linglong's eyes become even more earnest: "Trust me."

Yun Chu'an nodded slightly, remaining expressionless. He then sheathed his Guan Dao and sat back down in his chair: "Hmm, good."

Sheng Linglong breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then she gently hugged Yun Chuan's body from behind.

Even though he didn't say anything more, he could sense that his lover was filled with deep sorrow.

He didn't ask any questions, but simply gazed quietly upwards, watching as the city's protective formation was nearly shattered by the combined attack of two Nascent Soul level enemies, yet he remained unperturbed.

He was confident in Sheng Linglong's assessment.

As for Sheng Linglong, she simply gazed upwards, unconcerned despite the precariousness of the place.

She was preoccupied with something else: today's battle might be her father's last.

Time passed second by second, and she didn't have to wait long. On that day, the two kings joined forces to completely shatter the city's protective formation, and many Golden Core cultivators fell from the sky.

From the vortex high in the sky came a furious roar: "You brat, prepare to die!"

Before the words were even finished, an immense aura descended from the sky. Within the vortex, the Duke of Jin, shirtless, his right fist clenched, crashed down like a shooting star!

This was a near-fatal moment. The rulers of Zhongshan and Youqiong had just launched a full-scale attack and were in an awkward position where their old strength had been exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, so they were completely caught off guard.

That punch covered a radius of a hundred meters. The terrifying power caused the two of them to crash to the ground, just like the Golden Core cultivators who fell to the ground because the great formation was broken!

High in the sky, only the Duke of Jin remained for a moment. He was shirtless, and although he was clearly very old, his muscles were still bulging. His white hair and long white beard fluttered in the wind, and he exuded an imposing aura without anger.

In the distance, the minister surnamed Wang was instantly dumbfounded, his tongue stiffening, unable to believe that he had actually lost the bet: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty, you're not dead!"

Inside the palace, upon seeing her father finally appear, tears began to well up in Sheng Linglong's eyes.

She knew that after this battle, she might never see her father again.

Yun Chuan turned to look at Sheng Linglong; this result was not too unexpected for him.

Although all signs pointed to the Duke of Jin's death, Sheng Linglong's reaction, especially her ambiguous hints when they were alone, told him that the old man was not actually dead.

Now is the time to fight back.

Beside her, Sheng Linglong turned her head, her reddened eyes fixed on him, and nodded slightly. Then she took the lead and soared into the sky.

Yun Chu'an followed closely behind, drawing his Guan Dao, its blade crackling with dazzling golden lightning. The Duke of Jin's terrifying power had completely suppressed the two rulers. The ruler of Zhongshan struggled desperately, attempting to escape, while the ruler of Youqiong stared at the Duke of Jin, his eyes burning with a fierce, defiant rage.

"You old scoundrel!" he roared, "You're already at your wit's end, what are you still trying to do!"

"Die! I have brought you destruction!"

His hoarse roar echoed through the sky, making it hard to imagine what kind of deep-seated hatred existed between the two sides in history that could drive him to such extreme anger.

But that's normal. After all, on the road to hegemony, who can guarantee that their hands will always be clean?

High above, the Duke of Jin stood with a cold expression, devoid of any pity. He recognized the other man and knew how much he had suffered because of his actions years ago.

But for the sake of his family and his kingdom, he never regretted it. This small matter could never shake the mind of a former overlord.

Yun Chu'an also sped into the sky. He had no interest in their grudges or who was right or wrong. He only wanted to protect his family.

Then, his body transformed into lightning, intercepting and killing the ruler of Youqiong Kingdom halfway through his attack—

Golden lightning ripped through the sky, and a glint flashed in the eyes of the Duke of Jin high above. He had originally intended to defeat the ruler of Youqiong with a direct assault, but after glancing at Yun Chu'an's performance, he suddenly felt that perhaps he could conserve some of his strength.

With a thought, he transformed his fist into a claw, instead of directly defeating the ruler of Youqiong Kingdom, he grabbed his wrist, rendering this mid-stage Nascent Soul enemy unable to move.

Now he was a sitting duck, suspended high in the air, and Yun Chu'an's blade struck him from the side—

click-

With a deafening roar, terrifying lightning swept across the sky, chilling everyone to the bone. The King of Youqiong let out a scream as his body was charred black by the lightning, and his armor was cleaved open by the blade, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound.

With just one strike, he was instantly and severely injured. At the same time, disbelief filled his eyes. He simply couldn't believe that he, a powerful mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, had been so badly injured and left in such a sorry state by a mere late-stage Golden Core cultivator!

how can that be!

He couldn't believe it, but the facts were undeniable. What he didn't know was that, looking at his injuries, Yun Chu'an couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

They've all become sitting ducks, yet I haven't killed them with a single blow.

Tsk tsk, the output efficiency of "Three Thousand Springs" is a bit too slow to keep up with my needs.

If the ruler of Youqiong Kingdom knew what he was thinking just now, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood. A Golden Core cultivator was facing him, and instead of thinking about running away, he was only thinking about killing him instantly. Was there no justice in this world?!

Fortunately, he was unaware of it, and he never had the chance to find out afterward!

Chapter 710 Annexation, Fall

"die--"

The Duke of Jin, his long hair and beard billowing in the wind, unleashed a powerful punch from the sky. The ruler of Youqiong, dragging his heavily wounded body, desperately tried to defend and counterattack from above.

However, his cultivation level was already lower, and he was already seriously injured. How could he withstand the full force of the attack from the Duke of Jin, a powerful enemy in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm?

A tremendous force descended from the sky, booming and rumbling. In an instant, his arms were shattered inch by inch by this terrifying power, and his head and body also began to disintegrate!

"Uh-"

A mournful wail echoed across the sky as the physical body of the King of Youqiong Kingdom completely collapsed. A pale blue, semi-transparent nascent soul sped away from his dantian. Just as Yun Chuan was about to give chase, the nascent soul suddenly raised its hand and pointed, unleashing a shockwave of spiritual energy that struck his body. Though not particularly powerful, it sent him flying back a hundred meters or so in an instant.

The nascent soul then flipped over, transforming into a streak of light and hurtling off into the distance.

In just a few short seconds, the ruler of Youqiong Kingdom died on the spot. This scene caused the ruler of Zhongshan Kingdom to feel his pupils constrict and his heart pound with fear.

He dared not confront the Duke of Jin again, and turned into a streak of light, fleeing swiftly into the distance. Seeing their own rulers defeated and killed, the Golden Core cultivators who had besieged the place scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.

Yun Chu'an gripped his Guan Dao tightly, ready to give chase, but the Duke of Jin said in a deep voice, "Wait!"

He stopped, his face puzzled, then looked down at the Jin state's loyal ministers, all of whom were seriously injured, and understood.

But the Duke of Jin said, "We shouldn't waste our strength on this place; we should attack more valuable targets. Chu'an, come with me, let's go..."

"Annihilate the poorest of nations!"

His bold statement left Yun Chu'an wide-eyed in disbelief.

Is this for real?

Just moments ago, they were fighting a battle to defend the capital, where defeat meant certain death, and now they're about to conquer someone else's country?

This……

This sudden reversal left him somewhat bewildered. Although, upon closer reflection, given a cultivator's abilities, it seemed quite normal for fortunes to change within a single day.

He nodded vigorously and followed behind the Duke. The Duke of Jin then spoke, his voice booming and echoing throughout the capital: "I was merely having a sudden inspiration and went into seclusion for a short time, but I never expected that the ruler of Youqiong would be such a petty person, ruining my peaceful retreat."

"In that case, they shall pay the price. My esteemed ministers, follow me and we shall capture the capital of Youqiong to atone for our nation's losses!"

His call to action immediately ignited the passion of most of the Golden Core cultivators in the royal city, many of whom were already slightly injured.

Apart from Sheng Linglong, who had to stay in the capital to oversee the overall situation, the remaining Golden Core cultivators all sped into the sky, following in the footsteps of their respective rulers, to seek revenge.

Duke Jin personally led the way, speeding along and breaking through obstacles. Yun Chu'an followed closely behind, feeling as if he had entered an unfamiliar country. Finally, an hour later, a magnificent city standing atop a mountain came into view before him.

The same vortex of spiritual energy hangs high in the sky, continuously drawing in spiritual energy, with faint flashes of lightning within it.

Clearly, this is the capital of the Youqiong Kingdom. Now, with the king only having a fragile Nascent Soul left and most of the Golden Core ministers still fleeing for their lives, this place is at its weakest point!

Duke Jin raised his fist high, and an endless storm of spiritual energy condensed in the sky into a thick arm a thousand meters long, which then crashed down heavily into the city.

The protective array of the capital city of Youqiong showed its protective glow, but with just one strike, the city shook violently, and the array showed multiple damages and was on the verge of collapse.

Duke Jin continued his pursuit, and after seven heavy blows, the great formation was finally destroyed. The Golden Core cultivators left to guard the city fell one after another, and some, seeing the situation was dire, hurriedly turned and fled.

Meanwhile, the Duke of Jin, along with Yun Chu'an and a group of Golden Core cultivators from Jin, arrived in the city as victors and stepped into the towering palace of the Youqiong Kingdom.

This palace is filled with countless rare treasures, including immortal gold, divine treasures, phoenix wings, and unicorn horns. Even though Youqiong Kingdom is now a small, insignificant country, its accumulated wealth is still far beyond what a small family or clan can compare to.

Besides, in this palace, there are also many concubines and female relatives left behind by the poor king, trembling in fear, waiting for the Duke of Jin's disposal and fate.

The Duke of Jin seemed uninterested in all of this. He waved his hand slightly and said to Yun Chu'an, "These are all for you."

Yun Chu'an's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the women and quickly said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, but I have no desire for these women..."

Just kidding, he didn't want his father-in-law to mistake him for a lecherous son-in-law.

The Duke of Jin almost lost his composure, and he continued, "I'm not talking about them, I'm talking about the entire Youqiong state."

“I am not at ease entrusting the wealth here to others. Linglong is already struggling to manage the affairs of the Jin Kingdom, so the resettlement here requires your utmost effort.”

He said this, and Yun Chu'an's heart skipped a beat; he had already understood the unspoken meaning behind his words.

The Jin state was entrusted to Sheng Linglong, and the Youqiong state was entrusted to him.

So, what does the Duke himself want to do?

Seeing his gradually changing expression, a look of relief appeared on the Duke of Jin's face.

“As for me,” he said, “I will be going into seclusion… for quite some time.”

Yun Chu'an understood his meaning, and then he lowered his head and bowed slightly: "Your subject understands."

Subsequently, he personally led his men to take action, inventorying the spoils of war and gathering them together in the palace of the impoverished kingdom, awaiting their fate.

Duke Jin showed little interest in this. He stood inside the palace, closing his eyes to rest and look at the sky outside. However, everyone had just witnessed the earth-shattering power of his all-out attack, so everyone looked at him with only awe.

Finally, after the spoils were tallied, the old man began his journey, preparing to return to the capital. Yun Chu'an sensed something was amiss and entrusted Sima Lixin with the task of controlling the capital of Youqiong and maintaining order, while he himself followed in Sima Lixin's footsteps, returning to the Jin Kingdom.

An hour later, all the Golden Core ministers returned to Jin with the Duke of Jin. In the palace, the Duke of Jin sat on his throne, praising the ministers who had held fast to the battlefield for their loyalty, and clearly identifying several families as unforgivable traitors. Rewards and punishments were distributed, and the atmosphere in the court was naturally lively and unrestrained.

After everything was settled, the Duke of Jin announced the end of the court session. The numerous high-ranking officials dispersed, and the old man, supported by his daughter Sheng Linglong and son-in-law Yun Chu'an, slowly returned to the inner palace. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

At this moment, there was no joy on Sheng Linglong's face; her eyes were red, as if she might shed tears at any moment.

Yun Chu'an also had a solemn expression and remained silent. He gently laid the old man on his bed and helped him lie down.

The Duke of Jin closed his eyes, and his once vigorous face quickly lost its luster, turning sallow. In an instant, he transformed from a peerless expert who could easily shatter the protective formation of the Youqiong Kingdom's capital into an old man on the verge of death.

Gradually, the Duke of Jin reopened his cloudy old eyes. Looking at his daughter, who seemed ready to cry at any moment, he seemed to have no strength left even to frown.

"Why are you crying?" he said in a hoarse voice. "Everyone dies eventually. Besides, I've already lived this long enough."