Yang Yu searched again in the "Yin Yang Nine Mysterious Scripture" for records about the Witch Clan, and found that, other than the account of the Witch Clan being defeated in that war between the Xia and Shang dynasties, there was no other detailed information.
Where the main base of the Witch Clan was, how many mbers remained after that great war—none of this was known.
Therefore, if he wanted to find out where the Witch Tribe was located, Yang Yu would have to ask Wu Yun again.
Seeing Yang Yu coming, a clear look of trepidation showed on Wu Yun’s face.
It couldn’t be helped; Yang Yu had left a deep psychological shadow on him, which would probably be hard to erase for the rest of his life.
Yang Yu noticed Wu Yun’s fear of him and said with a slight smile, "Wu Yun, don’t be afraid. I just want to ask you, where is your Witch Tribe located?"
"I actually don’t know the exact location," Wu Yun answered, sowhat relieved to see Yang Yu’s approachable deanor. "I’ve always been training within the tribe, and no one was allowed to leave—only the High Priest could send us away."
"To return, we also have to go to a fixed location, and only when the High Priest cos to fetch us can we return to the tribe."
"A fixed location?" Yang Yu asked casually, "Where is that?"
Wu Yun replied, "In Yu State, Fengdu Ghost Gate."
"Fengdu Ghost Gate!" Yang Yu was greatly shocked inwardly, "It really is at the Yin-Yang Border!"
After briefly composing himself, Yang Yu continued to inquire, "Fengdu Ghost Gate is just a na borrowed from legends; in reality, it’s just a small town and a mountain. Is your Witch Tribe located inside that mountain?"
"I’m not sure about that," Wu Yun shook his head again. "In any case, every ti we co out, we would appear at Fengdu Square, and when we return, we also stand at Fengdu Square. The High Priest uses witchcraft to transport us in and out of the tribe."
"How to put it? Every ti I enter and exit, everything spins and I can’t open my eyes. By the ti I can open my eyes, I’m either in the tribe or in Fengdu."
"As for the mountain at Ghost Gate, I’ve been there many tis, but our tribe is not located there."
Yang Yu understood and nodded, "Wu Yun, thank you for the information. I just want to ask you out of curiosity: aren’t you afraid that I’ll go to your tribe and start a massacre?"
Wu Yun was silent for a long ti before he finally spoke again, "You’re not a person who kills indiscriminately. If you really have to kill them, then it can only an they deserve it."
"Haha..." Yang Yu laughed out loud, "Interesting, your way of thinking is quite interesting. Rest assured, as long as they don’t an harm to , I will not kill them."
Wu Yun bowed to Yang Yu, "Thank you, Mr. Yang."
"You’re welco," Yang Yu said, "Wu Yun, I have studied your Witch Clan’s spells and martial arts, and I have so insights. I made notes on that docunt you gave ; follow them for your training!"
Yang Yu casually took out the docunt and handed it back to Wu Yun.
"So insights?" Wu Yun looked at the docunt and his eyes widened in surprise.
Although the elders in the tribe taught these things, the mbers of the Wu Clan mostly relied on their own understanding to practice, which was why there were disparities in strength among them—so were very strong, so average, and so didn’t even know how to practice at all.
Wu Yun was considered a genius within the tribe, but even he only understood a small part of these spells and martial arts.
There were many things he knew of but did not understand, and naturally, he couldn’t practice them.
Yang Yu’s annotations had turned those obscure and difficult spells and martial arts into sothing easy to understand—at a glance it was clear, as long as one was not a fool.
"This ability is simply terrifying!"
Wu Yun was utterly imrsed in it and couldn’t wait to start practicing.
It wasn’t until he realized he was tired that he rembered Yang Yu and wanted to say "thank you" to him, but Yang Yu had left without a trace at so unknown point.
"Mr. Yang is truly a magnanimous man." Looking at the materials with Yang Yu’s handwriting on them, Wu Yun was deeply touched.
Even though he was clearly Yang Yu’s enemy, Yang Yu didn’t make things difficult for him.
Not only did he save him, but he also gave him such important things, a favor that was akin to giving him a new lease on life.
Although Yang Yu had killed his brother and had once forced a confession from him, it was because they had wanted to harm Yang Yu first; he couldn’t bla Yang Yu.
Such a good person, he must not let him down!
Yang Yu actually hadn’t thought that much about it. He taught Wu Yun these things simply because he saw Wu Yun as a loyal and righteous person, and that his feelings for Sun Yurou were sincere.
Turning Wu Yun into a skilled fighter, he was hardly at a loss; at least he wouldn’t have to spend dedicated effort to protect the Sun family’s grandparents and granddaughter.
After Sun Yijie and his wife taught Sun Yurou and Ye Yu dical skills and the Gu technique, they left Tianhai and went into seclusion in their hotown, leaving no one to protect the granddaughter closely.
By training Wu Yun, he’d have to bother much less himself.
Wu Yun gave an address—Fengdu Square. It seems that whether it’s the Tang Sect from Yu State, Qi Yufei’s Wuhou Eight Diagrams, or the whereabouts of the Witch Tribe, this trip to Yu State is indispensable!
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Her boyfriend’s eyes were glued to Zhang Wenjing, looking completely lost in his thoughts, oblivious even to her staring at him.
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