Congratulations, you’ve discovered a genuine Haired Zombie, who seems to be a member of the friendly faction at the moment.
Temporary Ability: Cavern Thunder Scripture.
A proper zombie from the orthodox zombie path, it takes a hundred years to rise from the dead, three hundred years to become a Haired Zombie, and then another five hundred years lying on the earth’s veins, slumbering and nurturing its form—once it awakens, it can regain its Spiritual Intelligence, reclaim the past.
A long time ago, the Left Path Corpse Ascension to Immortality Method had been tinkered with, barely managing to become a kind of alternative longevity.
For now, it is a member of the friendly faction.
Temporary Ability: Cavern Thunder Scripture.
A bona fide Great Zombie of a thousand years, its Spiritual Intelligence is no different from that of a living person...
Stop looking; if you keep staring, it becomes impolite. Hurry over and call her Aunt Gan.
Temporary Ability... forget about it; even if I gave you the Sword of Xuanyuan, you wouldn’t dare use it.
Before the prompt had finished displaying, it was already suggesting Wen Yan hurry and seek support. He guessed there might be some other influence if he continued to read.
Without even having the chance to check on his uncle first, he respectfully approached Gan Tang and readily called her by the familiar address.
"Aunt Gan, sorry, the situation here is a bit of an emergency, kind of messy."
Gan Tang heard Wen Yan cozy up as soon as he approached, directly calling her aunt, which immediately made her cover her mouth and chuckle.
The Little Zombie was not too pleased, whimpering something indistinctly.
Gan Tang’s eyes and brows carried a smile. Even when she laughed, she still looked dignified and imposing, and her tone was serene.
"Alright, then I shall accept the title. You are definitely more interesting than your ancestor."
Wen Yan laughed awkwardly. He had been led by the prompt and blurted it out without thinking it through.
But judging by Gan Tang’s reaction, it seemed she quite liked the way he addressed her.
"Aunt Gan, I’m actually not clear who my ancestors were."
"Your Yang Energy, and that of your thirteenth-generation ancestor, look like they were cast from the same mold, and yours is even more upright, just not as... old-fashioned as his."
Gan Tang appeared to remember something, her tone becoming somewhat peculiar, tinged with nostalgia.
Wen Yan didn’t dare to ask in detail, but based on what he understood now, the thirteenth-generation master of Fuyu Mountain had never formally married, so how could he have descendants?Yet it seemed everyone naturally accepted the fact that the thirteenth-generation master should have bloodline descendants.
Gan Tang turned to look at the messy campsite and signaled to the female Deformed Corpse nearby.
"Ah Huan, go sort it out."
The female Deformed Corpse bowed and headed toward the campsite.
Wen Yan glanced at Zhang Laoxi, who was still weak at the knees, and whispered a reminder.
"Old Xi, hurry up and bring some chairs. Do you expect the seniors to stand around and wait?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Laoxi quickly agreed and dashed into the campsite.
He didn’t know how Wen Yan felt, but as a Taoist who had not yet been imparted teaching, facing a Flying Zombie, two Deformed Corpses, and eight Black-haired Zombies, to still be able to kneel and speak clearly and promptly—he felt he was incredibly capable.Didn’t you see the Junior Taoist Yinfeng who came along, hanging his head so low his chin was practically poking into his chest?
Zhang Laoxi brought over a bunch of chairs and even a table. Feng Yao prepared tea but didn’t dare to come close.
Just getting a bit closer made his heart race as if it were about to leap out of his chest.The others had no ill-intent, but his body’s instincts were in furious warning, his adrenaline nearly overwhelmed.
Wen Yan brewed some green tea, which Gan Tang took up with a slightly surprised expression.
"Is this how tea is drunk now?"
"Yes, this is the current way: to savor the natural flavor and fragrance of the tea, first bitter then sweet, with a lasting aftertaste."
"When I was young, drinking tea this way was considered odd. Times change so quickly! It seems I need to learn the modern tongue before stepping out, as even speaking has changed so much."
Gan Tang held her teacup, savoring it carefully, her gaze drifting toward the chaotic campsite as she tasted the tea.
"This Divine Skill of yours gives me a sense of déjà vu. Back in those days, this was called inducing vomiting."
"Please enlighten me, Aunt Gan, for I only know what it is, not why it is."
Gan Tang didn’t rush to speak, looking at the campsite, perhaps reminiscing about something. It was a long while before she finally spoke.
"With age comes nostalgia for the past. Stepping out these days is all about reminiscing.
When I was ten, there was a great plague in my village, and I encountered a Doctor.
He used golden liquid as a supplement, feeding it to the sick and causing them to vomit incessantly, expelling the plague along with it.
But since then, patients would involuntarily feel nauseous when they saw this Doctor, unable to suppress it.
I had thought that was simply a method of curing disease, but later I realized it was based on a Divine Skill.
It actually shares a remarkable similarity with what you did today.
If not for this, I would have found it difficult to recall. It has been too long."
Gan Tang put down her teacup, stretched out a hand, and gently pulled Wen Yan along like she was leading a younger member of the family, heading toward the campsite.
"Come on, let’s go have a look."
Wen Yan followed obediently. To the eyes of a Great Zombie aged a thousand years and upwards, he was indeed just a mere child, which was undeniably true.