Ning An's Wild Wish System

”If I remember correctly, even within the Daoist family, there’s significant sectarianism. How did the Maoshan Sect accept you, since you first studied under the Golden Core Sect?” Wang Dahai asked casually, as if chatting with an old friend.

”Because at that time, the country had just started an adult education program,” Ye Yunqing blushed slightly, and awkwardly replied:

”I attended for a few days, and in class, the teacher told us that mercury, lead, sulfur, and the like, are highly toxic substances to the human body, but these are essential for the Outer Pill...”

”Understood.” Wang Dahai smiled a bit unnaturally, then continued, ”So, can you tell me about the magic techniques of the Maoshan Sect?”

Finally, a professional question!

Ye Yunqing unconsciously straightened his posture, coughed twice, and said, ”The Maoshan Sect actually encompasses Upper Mao, Middle Mao, and Lower Mao; the outside world generally only knows there are Upper and Lower Mao.”

”Upper Mao mainly refers to the legitimate Zhengyi Shangqing sect’s Maoshan heritage, which was very popular during the Tang Dynasty. Upper Mao includes the Alchemy Dao, talismans, and formal ritual inheritances.”

”Middle Mao is relatively simple. They are only responsible for preaching and protecting the Dao, ignoring everything else. As for Lower Mao, their magic focuses on practicality and is therefore more sinister and strange, like the black magic, witchcraft and Gu, raising little ghosts, and curse killing found in Southeast Asia, all of which evolved from Lower Mao’s magic techniques...”

As Ye Yunqing said this, his heart was somewhat unsettled, and he played a little trick.

Not only did he beautify the images of the various Maos within Maoshan, but he also did not mention the representative techniques of Lower Mao, instead steering everything towards Southeast Asia, emphasizing not harming their own people.

After all, the country severely punishes feudal superstition.

If he misspoke, perhaps his Qianyun Temple would be the next target for a crackdown.

After hearing Ye Yunqing’s unrestrained speech, Wang Dahai was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing: ”I’ve heard that within Lower Mao, there’s a representative technique called the Corpse Cultivation Technique?”

”Uh... yes, there is such a technique.”

”According to your understanding, can this technique transform a corpse into something akin to a zombie?” Wang Dahai rhythmically tapped the table, his gaze fixed on Ye Yunqing.

Hiss!

Ye Yunqing broke out in a cold sweat immediately and said nothing, silence is golden.

Such superstitious nonsense, is this a trap?

Damn it!

Do they really want to make his Qianyun Temple a target?

”Rest assured, there are no monitoring devices here; anything you say today will not be leaked at all.” Wang Dahai saw his concern and directly assured him.

”In ancient times, people lacked common knowledge. When someone was in shock, deeply unconscious, or in suspended animation, they were often considered dead.”

”If these people awoke during the period from laying in the coffin to burial, they would inevitably move their bodies, creating a false impression of corpse transformation, when in fact, the person was not dead.” Ye Yunqing carefully explained to Wang Dahai.

”You mean the Corpse Cultivation Technique is fake?” Wang Dahai sipped his tea and said lightly.

”Not necessarily... but I indeed have never seen it. The world is vast; maybe it exists, maybe it doesn’t.” Ye Yunqing lowered his head, sipped his tea as well, and confidently said, ”But if it does exist, it must be crafted from a Land of Extreme Yin and a Spirit-Connected Corpse!”

This is the tacit understanding between intelligent people, not saying too much, not doing too much.

”Land of Extreme Yin, Spirit-Connected Corpse...”

Wang Dahai furrowed his brow, muttering to himself.

Then, he measuredly asked, ”This talk about Feng Shui...”

Hey, here’s another professional question!

”There’s no question about it, in all these years, my Feng Shui readings have never been wrong...”

Halfway through his speech, Ye Yunqing suddenly felt a chill run through his heart.

Suddenly, he had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, just as he looked up, he met the appreciative gaze of Wang Dahai.

He really wanted to slap himself!

There’s no need to show off here, is he tired of living?

That murderer clearly wasn’t a normal person!

”Having talents like Daoist Master is a blessing for Dragon Country.” Wang Dahai smiled as he shook his hand, then insistently said, ”Good, thank you, Daoist Master. Remember, you must keep our conversation today confidential!”

”Understood, I understand,” Ye Yunqing quickly affirmed.

”It’s getting late today, let me send Daoist Master back first, tomorrow we’ll need to trouble you again.”

Before Ye Yunqing could respond, Wang Dahai beckoned, and the driver at the door respectfully invited Ye Yunqing to leave.

The office was silent, Wang Dahai went to the window, looking at the bustling night, recalling the seriousness on the faces of those above before he came, his expression also became complex.

”Zombies? Do these things really exist...”