I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan felt that he was a bit too superstitious about first impressions.

In his eyes, Gan Tang was just someone dressed in ancient costume, looking dignified and elegant, with a sense of poise—exactly the image of a well-educated young lady from a good family.

Even when she spoke, there was a soft, gentle lilt to her tone, unhurried and measured; even when saying harsh things, she always sounded calm and collected.

And on top of that, Gan Tang really didn't look like a Great Zombie at all, so Wen Yan always thought of her as a normal person.

Now, hearing Gan Tang talk so familiarly about these procedures, even a fool like Wen Yan wouldn't think this was something Gan Tang found out after her awakening.

It must have been a very, very long time ago when she learned all these things, and most likely, she had personally been involved at the time...

Thinking of how she was rather opinionated about the Yellow River God and Water Monarch.

Just guessing irresponsibly here—pure speculation.

Her relationships with all those water-related folks must be rather poor.

Which probably means that the Great Zombies of Fuyu Mountain, and even Fuyu Mountain itself, don't get along with the water system either.

Not sure if Fuyu Mountain has any water-borne Great Zombies, but probably not even an eighty percent chance.

Wen Yan didn't dare say a word, but he still took note of what Gan Tang said.

When the Scorching Sun Department has almost finished handling things here, before Cai Qidong leaves, he'd ask Cai Qidong to step in, go through some official procedures, and maybe try to pull Wang Xueqi out from the water.

About this, Wen Yan felt he should take others' advice and not rush to the front line again.

Even though he has Scorching Sun and is loosely connected to the thirteenth generation ancestor of Fuyu Mountain, honestly, they're not really related.

But what he thinks isn't important; what other people think matters more.

If he runs into some bigshot from the water system and gets completely outmatched, it really wouldn't matter how he explains—no one would believe him anyway.

Gan Tang was holding Wen Yan's hand, and when she saw he'd become a bit timid, her brows and eyes softened into a smile, her mood improving a lot.

It's good that he knows when to be cautious, the only worry is when someone doesn't know their limits.

Even though this was their first meeting today, she had seen the entire process of the Big Executor's downfall with her own eyes.

Even if she wasn't too clear about what led up to it, the Big Executor himself stood for quite a lot.

Her impression of Wen Yan was exceedingly good now—the more she looked, the more she liked him. Even the little things she'd normally find annoying looked like strengths right now.

Gan Tang led Wen Yan out of the pool, not getting a drop of water on her the whole time, stepping through the air in and out, moving with elegance.

Except, with Wen Yan in tow—and Wen Yan carrying a little zombie on his back, each hand holding an urn—the whole scene looked a bit comical and rather spoiled the mood.

As soon as Wen Yan appeared, those watching the pool in the camp all turned green in the face and promptly turned away to throw up on the spot.

Wen Yan was unfazed—it had to be said, if you used this temporary ability properly, its side effects could be really useful, but, alas, it was already gone.

He was even starting to like this side effect.

There was absolutely nothing he needed to do—just stand here, and whoever looked at him would be passively affected. So useful.

It's just unfortunate that it only packs a punch against his teammates—not exactly suitable.

Wen Yan also didn't want to keep tormenting the people of the Scorching Sun Department. They were just regular folks; if this kept up and they kept vomiting, someone might actually have an accident.

"Aunt Gan, I'd better get out of here fast, or they really might puke themselves to death.

Besides, Uncle's ashes—I'll settle those later, Uncle shouldn't blame me for that.

But that other guy, Aunt Gan, you've seen him too. If we don't deal with it quickly, I'm afraid something unexpected will happen."

"I've pretty much finished what I needed to do here, so go ahead and take care of your business."

Gan Tang nodded, then thought for a moment.

"I'll go with you."

"Great! If Aunt Gan can come along, that's of course the best!" Wen Yan beamed with joy, genuinely delighted.

Wen Yan, holding two urns, found Zhang Laoxi and explained the situation. Zhang Laoxi's face immediately turned serious, and he quickly cleaned out his car, then stood meekly by, waiting.

He'd had nothing to do earlier, so he'd carefully examined the bracelet Gan Tang had given him.

Having found no concrete information, he had secretly called the Grand Uncle Master.

On one hand to inform Grand Uncle Master that the Great Zombies had arrived safely, with no trouble along the way, no reckless fools seeking death, and no disputes at all.

And while he was at it, he asked what exactly the bracelet was.

Grand Uncle Master told him that this was a lost Taoist magic artifact called the Corpse Controlling Bracelet.

Fuyu Mountain used to know how to make them, and the documents remain, but now there's no one left who can actually craft them.

Making this thing also requires assistance from some highly skilled professionals, and Fuyu Mountain these days can't afford to keep talents like that.

If someone has that level of skill, why would they bother with this line of work?

The function of the Corpse Controlling Bracelet is very simple: it's used to control zombies. If you follow the standard Wen Yan nurturing process, you can use it to achieve a spiritual connection with the zombie—mind and body moving as one, thoughts and intent in perfect sync, achieving flawless coordination quickly.

The one in Zhang Laoxi's hand was specifically a Haired Zombie Controlling Bracelet, and among those, it was the top tier kind—the kind that can even control Black-haired Zombies.

This thing is hugely beneficial for zombies as well. It gathers Yin Qi, and using it, a Taoist can help a zombie cultivate and advance much faster.

Now, in the entire Fuyu Temple, there was only one Black Haired Zombie Controlling Bracelet left.

It wasn't that Grand Uncle Master was reluctant to give such a bracelet to the younger generation—it's just that there's no one among them with the skill to control a Haired Zombie at all.

Zhang Laoxi, on the other hand, just managed to hang around with Gan Tang and ended up getting one from her.