Finally Sorted Out

Uncle Nine and Qiu Sheng walked over. Uncle Nine turned to Qiu Sheng and said, "See, wasn't I right? Have you forgotten what your martial uncle said? Your junior martial brother can go head-to-head with a hopping corpse with his bare body. These newly formed walking corpses are nothing."

Just then, A-Wei also entered, shouting loudly, "What are you doing? Trying to break into prison?"

"Ask your uncle if we're trying to break into prison," Yang Xuan said to A-Wei with a grin.

"How could that be? My uncle already~~~~~~, oh my god!" A-Wei said, but halfway through, he saw Master Ren hanging on the rack and was so scared he drew his gun.

"How could this happen?" A-Wei asked fearfully.

"Hmph, I told you it wasn't me who killed him, but you didn't believe me. I suspect Master Ren killed him. Newly formed zombies, especially powerful ones, need to absorb the blood of their closest kin. After absorbing it, they become even more powerful. We need to hurry to Ren Tingting's place, or Ren Tingting will be in danger," Uncle Nine said urgently.

"Ah, if my cousin is in danger, shouldn't we hurry?" A-Wei asked anxiously.

"Master, what about this one?" Qiu Sheng pointed to Master Ren, who was still flailing his arms.

"Why don't we tie him up first and keep him in the cell? We can ask Tingting about it later. After all, he's her father, and we should ask for her opinion," Yang Xuan suggested reasonably.

After Yang Xuan tied Master Ren up like a mummy and locked him in the cell, the group quickly rushed to the Ren mansion.

"Master, if you don't come any sooner, we're doomed!" Wen Cai wailed from inside the villa while dodging Master Ren. "Tingting, hurry and go! I can't hold your grandfather back anymore."

Just then, Yang Xuan and the others, who had rushed over from the prison, burst into the villa. They saw a zombie dressed in Qing Dynasty official uniform, hopping and chasing Wen Cai. Wen Cai, seeing everyone, cleverly ran behind Uncle Nine to hide.

"Master, I can finally show you the power of my national martial arts this time!" Yang Xuan said proudly. As a Grandmaster, he usually didn't feel much, but when he used his Bloodline Power, an imposing aura erupted from his entire body.

Yang Xuan wanted to put on a good show. He had wanted to teach Uncle Nine national martial arts before, explaining that reaching a high level would naturally increase one's lifespan. He never expected Uncle Nine to adamantly refuse to learn, as he was too proud to learn skills from his own disciple. Yang Xuan felt that if he could just show Uncle Nine the power of national martial arts, Uncle Nine would be more willing to learn.

Yang Xuan had fought hopping corpses before and knew how astonishing their resistance to damage was.

Yang Xuan's Bloodline Power surged. With Eight Extremities Fist: Six Elbows, he sent an elbow strike towards Master Ren, who was instantly sent flying five to six meters away. However, he didn't fall. 'Not bad,' Yang Xuan thought, 'much stronger than the hopping corpse last time. Master was right. If Master Ren absorbs Ren Tingting's blood again, he'll become even more powerful.'

Heh, his physical body is truly formidable. My strength has also increased recently. Watch this punch.

Yang Xuan let out a great roar and charged forward with an elbow strike. As the opponent was sent flying, he stepped forward, closing the distance and sticking to the zombie. With his left hand, he blocked the zombie's stiff arms, while his right fist rained down blows on the zombie's face and body. He threw straight punches, chopping punches, and elbow strikes. Initially, he followed the Baji Quan routine, but as he fought, his movements became instinctual. He no longer had to think about which move to use; it just came naturally.

A-Wei, Qiu Sheng, and Wen Cai stared intently at Yang Xuan, swallowing hard.

Qiu Sheng nervously said, "Master, when junior martial brother arrived, Wen Cai and I were just putting on a show for senior martial brother. Junior martial brother shouldn't hold a grudge, right?"

"Don't worry, Ah Xuan is very magnanimous. Besides, hasn't Ah Xuan been treating you well all this time?" Uncle Nine replied without hesitation.

"He's certainly powerful, but can he really block bullets?" A-Wei said, unable to hide his jealousy as he saw his cousin's admiring expression.

"I remember Ah Xuan saying that at his level, if someone aims a gun at him, he can sense it, and they can't aim properly. Plus, Ah Xuan is so fast. Whether they can even hit him is another question," Uncle Nine said dismissively.

Yang Xuan dragged Master Ren over. "Master, what should we do with it? It's practically falling apart."

Everyone looked at the zombie with its broken limbs, unable to stand but still trying to get up, and could only think, 'How pathetic.'

"Tingting, your father has also turned into a zombie. I suggest we burn both your father and grandfather. If they escape, many people will die. Moreover, as their closest kin, they will definitely come for you first if they run away," Uncle Nine said gravely.

"I want to see my father," Tingting said, heartbroken. It was clear that the father and daughter had a very close relationship.

The group, carrying Master Ren, entered the prison.

"Father, Father, look at me! I'm Tingting!" Ren Tingting looked at her father, who was trying to bite her, in disbelief.

"Uncle Nine, I know you are a highly skilled elder. Is there any way to turn my father back? I'll spare no expense, even if it means selling all my family's wealth!" Ren Tingting suddenly knelt before Uncle Nine.

I never thought that this merchant, who was so full of greed and even threatened the geomancer, would have such a good relationship with his daughter, Uncle Nine thought. He helped Ren Tingting up and said, "Tingting, once someone turns into a zombie, there's no way to turn them back. Since ancient times, there has never been a case of someone turning back after becoming a zombie. However, one thing is certain: your father's soul is still trapped within his body. Only after cremation can he be freed to reincarnate." Looking at the tearful Ren Tingting, Uncle Nine could only sigh helplessly.

Yang Xuan walked over to Ren Tingting, looking at the lost and helpless girl. He found himself unable to utter any words of comfort.

"Tingting, your father is already dead. Let him pass on peacefully and reincarnate soon," Yang Xuan said, using the Bewitching Soul Grand Technique.

Of course, he wasn't trying to deceive Ren Tingting, but rather to help her think more rationally.

Tingting slowly stopped crying and looked at Uncle Nine. "Uncle Nine, can you please preside over the cremation of my father and grandfather? And help them transcend?"

"That's no problem, don't worry. There's no better day than today. Let's go for the cremation now and find a secluded spot," Uncle Nine replied.

A-Wei, who was familiar with the area due to frequent patrols, said, "How about we go to the cemetery? We can burn them there for several hours without any issue."

After some discussion, Ren Tingting made the final decision to cremate them next to her grandfather's tomb and also fill in the Dragonfly Skimming Water Fengshui Spot to prevent future harm.

The group majestically arrived at the cemetery.

Yang Xuan sighed, "Master, I believe that while feng shui is useful, the current generation still needs to work hard, right?"

"That's for sure. After all, the blessings from previous generations are limited and will eventually run out. If you have the blessings from previous generations and also work hard yourself, things will definitely get better and better," Uncle Nine affirmed.

As they spoke, everyone gathered plenty of wood and dead grass, piling it high. Yang Xuan then poured the kerosene he had brought, drenching the bodies of Master Ren and Master Ren, as well as the wood.

"Tingting, if you can't do it, we can do it for you," Yang Xuan asked, looking at the slightly frail and sobbing Tingting. Tingting had insisted on cremating her father and grandfather herself.

In the end, Tingting, suppressing her grief, lit the fire. It started small but grew larger, gradually engulfing the bodies of the father and son. At this moment, Uncle Nine began chanting to help them transcend.

Ren Tingting knelt before the bonfire, her face filled with sorrow. These two were her closest kin. In this world, she had no other family left, only herself.