Trash Yuan Dynasty Corpse, Time for the Four to Part

"Junior Sister, there's no need to worry. While this journey is dangerous, I still have the means to protect myself.

Besides, with Taoist Qianhe here, that Six-Winged Centipede is merely struggling in its death throes."

Zhong Bai offered no comment on Partridgeridge's words. Although Partridgeridge had never cultivated Taoist magic, his luck was simply incomparable to that of ordinary people.

Even without him, that Six-Winged Centipede would probably have kicked the bucket due to various accidents in the end.

Thinking of this, Zhong Bai looked at Hua Ling, who was smiling brightly.

If Hua Ling had only been slightly intimate with him the past two days, her current behavior was a little too obvious.

Hua Ling was only sixteen years old now, still a mere junior in Zhong Bai's eyes.

Besides, they had only known each other for a few days.

Of course, Maoshan belongs to the Orthodox Unity Dao. Except for the sect leader, all other disciples can normally seek out Taoist partners.

Wealth, partners, techniques, and land are the four essential elements of cultivation. It's hard to say how important the partner element is…

Zhong Bai didn't want to dwell on such matters. As the saying goes, Dao Fa Zi Ran (Tao follows nature), Wu Wei Er You Wei (acting without action, yet accomplishing everything). Such things should be left to time.

"Taoist Qianhe, the Dan Palace at the bottom of Bottle Mountain Valley has been cleared. It's still early, so should we continue to the Bottle Mouth to eliminate that Ancient Yuan Dynasty Corpse as well?"

Partridgeridge continued, "Of course, if Taoist Qianhe feels the time isn't right, we can also come back tomorrow."

"No matter. It's just a Yuan Dynasty corpse that has turned into a zombie. Without evil cultivators deliberately refining it, it's still difficult for it to become a formidable force even after thousands of years!

I can go and blast it to smithereens now!"

It wasn't that Zhong Bai underestimated this Ancient Yuan Dynasty Corpse. Bottle Mountain itself wasn't a place for nurturing corpses. It was merely because of the presence of the five poisons that, over time, the ancient corpse naturally became a Poison Zombie. At best, it wasn't even as strong as an ordinary Hopping Zombie.

Didn't Old Master Ren of Ren Family Town become a Hopping Zombie in just twenty years under the control of a geomancer?

Compared to Old Master Ren, the Ancient Yuan Dynasty Corpse's potential was far too low.

Of course, even a tiny mosquito is still meat. Zhong Bai could underestimate it, but he couldn't let it go…

"Excellent!"

Partridgeridge smiled, not wasting any time. Their Mountain Moving Taoists had special tomb-seeking techniques. After hearing Zhong Bai describe the structure of the Bottle Mountain grand tomb, Partridgeridge could basically deduce the main tomb chamber.

Along the way, all four of them had different thoughts.

Zhong Bai and Hua Ling also didn't tease or joke around.

Old Foreigner always felt the atmosphere was a bit off. It wasn't like this when Zhong Bai and his Eldest Senior Brother came up earlier.

But now… well, Old Foreigner was happy inside, because his Junior Sister wasn't joking with Zhong Bai, right?

Hua Ling, at this moment, felt very conflicted. She was innocent and naive, but her Eldest Senior Brother urging Zhong Bai to continue slaying the Ancient Yuan Dynasty Corpse meant that the Muchen Orb couldn't be here.

Her Eldest Senior Brother clearly wanted to finish their Bottle Mountain trip quickly. Perhaps tomorrow would be the day they, as siblings, said goodbye to Zhong Bai.

This realization left Hua Ling feeling a little lost.

But at the same time, she wasn't one of those young ladies who only talked about romance. She was also a Mountain Moving Taoist, and she understood the huge gap between herself and Zhong Bai.

Love yourself before loving others; self-reliance attracts fragrant bees.

At this moment, a thought called self-reliance was planted deep within the heart of this girl, Hua Ling.

The Bottle Mouth of Bottle Mountain was actually located at the mountainside, where the poisonous gas was released.

Thick poisonous mist enveloped the area, making it truly difficult for ordinary people to do anything to the tomb chamber.

However, for Partridgeridge, who had traveled extensively, solving this problem was quite easy.

"The mist of the five poisons should be dispelled with pure yang."

With that, Partridgeridge entered the dense forest. In a short while, he emerged, covering his mouth and nose with a soaked piece of cloth.

It wasn't until he got close to Zhong Bai that Zhong Bai understood what Partridgeridge meant by "pure yang dispelling it" – that's right, it was virgin boy's urine…

Cough, cough. Zhong Bai looked at Partridgeridge with a strange gaze. Partridgeridge was in his twenties or thirties, yet he was still a virgin. It was truly a bit hard to stomach.

"Taoist Qianhe?"

Partridgeridge wanted to remind Zhong Bai to also do as he did, which could dispel the poisonous mist.

But Zhong Bai shook his head.

"Brother Partridgeridge, Maoshan is also famous for its Talismanic Arts. Although I am not particularly skilled, I do have a few Poison-Dispelling Talismans on me. While virgin boy's urine is good, I still prefer the talismans in my hand.

Thank you, Brother Partridgeridge, for your kind reminder."

Zhong Bai cupped his hands, his evaluation of Partridgeridge rising even higher in his eyes. Without a doubt, he was decisive and unpretentious, truly worthy of being the protagonist!

Hearing Zhong Bai's explanation, Partridgeridge, despite his calm demeanor, felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth. So, he had been self-important, had he?

But soon, a pang of sorrow hit him. There truly was a gap between disciples of major sects and people like them, who were considered lower-class.

They utilized various interdependencies and counteractions to the extreme, while disciples of major sects could avoid these difficulties with just a single talisman.

Envious? Partridgeridge found it hard to say he wasn't envious of Zhong Bai, but he also understood that envy was useless.

This time, only Zhong Bai and Partridgeridge went to the tomb chamber of the Ancient Yuan Dynasty Corpse.

Originally, Zhong Bai had intended to go alone, quickly blast it to smithereens, and deal with it.

However…

Partridge Whistle was incredibly stubborn, and Zhong Bai knew he still hadn't given up on the Muchen Orb, so he simply let him be.

The two moved quickly. With the five-venom mist no longer a threat, they soon reached the cave entrance.

Looking inside through the entrance, it was pitch black, but the general structure of the burial chamber could still be vaguely discerned.

Partridge Whistle wasted no words, entering the chamber first. He then pulled out a tinderbox from his懷 and lit it, illuminating the chamber.

The burial chamber was originally a natural cave that had been converted, so it appeared exceptionally spacious.

Zhong Bai scanned the entire tomb chamber with a glance, his first impression being how poor it was. Logically, as a general, this Ancient Yuan Dynasty Corpse shouldn't have been so shabby.

Inside the tomb, there were truly no burial objects; only the coffin seemed to have some style.

It was entirely crafted from white stone, and its surface was intricately carved. Even from dozens of meters away, Zhong Bai could already smell the corpse poison emanating from the Yuan corpse within the coffin.

"Brother Partridge, although this Yuan corpse has zombified, its strength is ordinary. However, its corpse poison is quite troublesome. Brother Partridge, you only need to observe from the side later."

With that, Zhong Bai went straight to the coffin. His blood and qi surged within him, and with a sudden flip of his right hand, the thousand-jin heavy coffin lid was directly sent flying, landing several meters away and shattering into countless small pieces.

Inside the coffin, the ancient corpse, which had been lying still, also sensed the approaching danger.

Its eyes suddenly opened, and just as it was about to rise, a bolt of lightning surged directly into its brow.

In an instant, the lightning pulverized its head, and its hands, still raised in mid-air, fell limply.

Everything happened too quickly. Partridge Whistle had expected a scene similar to fighting the Six-Winged Centipede and had consciously kept his distance.

He never expected that everything would be over in just a single encounter…

Killed one Poison Zombie, gained 50 Exorcism Points. Current Exorcism Points: 300

"Brother Partridge, the ancient corpse is destroyed. As for whether there is anything you need in this tomb chamber, Brother Partridge, you will have to find it yourself."

"Of course!"

After cupping his fists, Partridge Whistle then began searching carefully within the tomb chamber. Even without the Muchen Orb, if he found other good things, the trip to Bottle Mountain wouldn't be in vain.

As for Zhong Bai, he pulled out a Blazing Flame Talisman and threw it into the coffin. Instantly, flames shot skyward, illuminating the entire tomb chamber.

Looking at the few burial ceramic bottles next to the coffin, Zhong Bai didn't disdain them. He casually took them and placed them inside his Cosmic Ring.

In just over ten minutes, Partridge Whistle returned disappointed and empty-handed, while Zhong Bai returned with a bountiful harvest.