"Cough, cough..." Zhang Yuanqing cleared his throat. "In high-difficulty instances, sometimes putting yourself in danger is the only way. Not every crisis can be cleverly circumvented. We could go straight into the main hall, but I'm still not entirely at ease."
He looked toward the pavilions and meditation chambers. "There may be other clues in the living quarters. I plan to send my Yin corpse in to take a look."
Drones were excellent scouts, but they could not perform delicate operations. Fu Qingyang's puppet soldiers could not share their vision either. A Night Wanderer's Yin corpse was still the most useful.
It was practically a clone.
Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood and shook out two Yin corpses. One was a Transcendent Bewitching Demon clad in battered armor; the other was Princess Yinyao, dressed in fitted jeans and a light-colored T-shirt.
Princess Yinyao looked around, raised her little loudspeaker, and muttered, "Another instance..."
As an ancient cultivator, she was having a hard time keeping up with the instance frequency of Spirit Realm Walkers.
A life-or-death crisis every few days—who could stand that? Ancient cultivators valued purity of mind and few desires, retreating into the mountains to cultivate in peace and staying away from worldly affairs. Even if their talent limited them from becoming figures who dominated a region, they could at least live unfettered in the world.
Spirit Realm Walkers, on the other hand, were either fighting or preparing to fight.
A bunch of grindhounds.
"You illegitimate, unfilial disciple, stick close to this direct disciple of your master and do a good job. You'll have plenty of benefits in the future." Zhang Yuanqing patted Yinyao's cold, fragrant shoulder and controlled the Yin corpses into the open ground.
He quickened his pace and headed straight for the pavilion on