Did I Do Something Wrong?

Qi and blood power.

Internal force enhancement.

Black Flame instantly appeared in Yang Xuan's hand. By sheer coincidence, when the two zombies leaped over, they happened to line up perfectly.

Ah~~~ Axe Aura, Second Form: Severing the Sea.

A nearly transparent Axe Aura burst from Black Flame. Wherever the Axe Aura appeared, zombies were cleaved apart.

In an instant, the two jumping zombies were split in half down the middle.

The power was pretty good. I hadn't expected the world of Tathagata Palm to be so extraordinary, either. With Yang Xuan's current strength, he still couldn't use the third form.

He kicked the old man to the ground. Unexpectedly, the old man was still quite sturdy. Just as he tried to climb back up, Yang Xuan crippled both his legs with two kicks to stop him from escaping. Without the old man's commands, the zombies surrounding the three master and disciples instantly became disorganized. Yang Xuan charged forward, using the basic moves of Axe Aura to behead two black zombies. With a backhand swing, he smacked a white zombie away with the flat of the axe. It was as if it had been hit head-on by a car; it lay on the ground, motionless. The last white zombie was also taken down by Uncle Nine with a peachwood sword.

"Master, what should we do with this fellow?" Yang Xuan asked, pointing his axe at the fallen old man.

"Hmph. Controlling zombies to take human lives—an evil cultivator," Uncle Nine said bitterly.

"An evil cultivator? Are you Maoshan Taoists the righteous path? My entire family was ruined because of someone else. Who gave me justice? Heaven is unfair, so what's wrong with me taking revenge myself?" the old man said frantically.

Just then, the old man secretly slipped a hand into his robes.

"Master, watch out." Yang Xuan had kept the old man locked down with his telekinesis. The moment he sensed something wrong, he swung his axe, and the old man was instantly separated from his head. Blood sprayed more than a zhang into the air.

Yang Xuan found no hidden weapon in the old man's robes, but he did find a book and a small wooden box. He opened the box and found the Corpse Control Technique inside. He had no idea whether its level was high or not. Ding~ Successfully learned Corpse Control Technique.

No one knew what treasure was inside the wooden box. After opening it, Yang Xuan's face slowly turned ashen, then pale.

Uncle Nine immediately realized something was wrong and went to see what was inside the box. What entered his view was an ordinary longevity lock. There was no birth year on it; it only had the words: "To My Son. May You Live to a Hundred, and Grow Up Healthy."

"Master, did I kill the wrong person?" Yang Xuan asked, his face pale. Despite his astonishing strength, Yang Xuan had only ever killed one person—a Japanese soldier.

"A-Xuan, don't blame yourself anymore. If it had been a hidden weapon, someone on our side might already have died. Evil cultivators are different. They're capable of anything," Uncle Nine comforted him.

"Master, I'm a little tired. I'll head back first." With that, Yang Xuan walked away without looking back.

"Master, is Junior Brother all right?" Qiu Sheng asked worriedly.

"Sigh. Your junior brother is good in every way, but his mental fortitude is a little lacking. Still, this is something he may have to overcome on his own. For now, hurry back to the righteous estate. Wen Cai's injuries can't be delayed, or the corpse poison will reach his heart and he'll die," Uncle Nine said helplessly.

"Uncle Nine, I'll take my cousin back first. If anything happens, just give the order," A-Wei said. A-Wei was truly frightened now. It was safer to rely on Uncle Nine.

"This tastes awful." Yang Xuan hadn't drunk strong liquor in a long time. Back in middle school, he had gotten alcohol poisoning after drinking and injured his liver, leaving him unconscious in the hospital for more than a day. After that, he had never touched strong liquor again. Whenever he smelled it, he felt like vomiting. Yang Xuan's mother thought this was a good thing; at least her son wouldn't go out and drink recklessly in the future.

His face was deathly pale as he drank the strong liquor, while Black Flame had been tossed to one side.

Did I really do something wrong? If not for Master Ren's threats, this Feng Shui Master might still have had a happy family. Now that he came seeking revenge, he wasn't wrong in either reason or principle.

Yang Xuan's spirits had sunk to rock bottom.

Because Wen Cai had been rescued in time, his condition wasn't as severe as it had been in the original plot. Besides, it had only been a white zombie, so the corpse poison wasn't very strong.

Uncle Nine and Qiu Sheng were discussing Wen Cai's treatment plan.

"Master, look," Qiu Sheng said sharply.

The two of them walked over to Yang Xuan.

Given Yang Xuan's alcohol tolerance, this amount of liquor was nothing. However, Yang Xuan hadn't used his strength to dispel the alcohol, and sometimes a person got drunk without the alcohol truly being the cause.

Qiu Sheng stepped forward and tried to pick up Black Flame.

"Ah, my waist! Master, no, I can't lift Junior Brother's axe. I nearly threw out my back," Qiu Sheng said, clutching his waist.

"Come on, let's try together," Uncle Nine said.

Even lifting together, the two of them couldn't raise Black Flame.

Qiu Sheng swallowed and said, "Master, how heavy is this axe? I saw Junior Brother killing zombies, and he didn't even seem to use much strength. He picked it up so easily. And strangely, I never saw him carrying an axe."

"Go get a hot towel and a cup of hot tea," Uncle Nine told Qiu Sheng.

Uncle Nine looked at Yang Xuan, who was lying drunk on the ground with a pale face and an expression full of guilt. He vigorously massaged Yang Xuan's temples with his fingers.

"Master, do you think I did something wrong? I feel awful inside. There wasn't a hidden weapon in that old man's robes, but when I saw the longevity lock, I felt terrible. I can't even describe what I felt."

His disciple was good in every way, but his mental fortitude was truly too weak.

After thinking for a long while, Uncle Nine said, "A-Xuan, have you ever killed anyone?"

"I've killed one person. He was Japanese. He had done evil, so I killed him," Yang Xuan answered honestly.

"I can't help you overcome the knot in your heart, but I want to tell you this: when you travel the martial world in the future, remember to protect yourself. Many martial arts Grandmasters didn't lose to others—they died because they were ambushed. In truth, A-Xuan, your kindness has blinded you. If our strength had been weak today, do you think this Feng Shui Master would have let us go?" Uncle Nine said earnestly.

At that moment, Qiu Sheng came over with a cup and a hot towel. "Junior Brother, are you all right? Master was very worried about you just now."

"Master, I..."

"It's fine. You don't need to say anything. Just get some rest. I'll leave first," Uncle Nine said.

"Junior Brother, tell me, exactly how heavy is your axe? It's incredible. Master and I couldn't lift it even together," Qiu Sheng asked curiously.

"Hehe, it's not particularly heavy. Six hundred jin. It just feels comfortable in my hands," Yang Xuan said indifferently.

"My heavens! Junior Brother, you're amazing! Is it because you practice martial arts? Junior Brother, how about you teach me?" Qiu Sheng's eyes nearly popped out.

"I can, but you have to promise me one thing," Yang Xuan said.

"Don't say one thing—even ten would be fine!" Qiu Sheng said eagerly.

"Once Wen Cai recovers, convince Master to learn with you. Then I'll teach you. I still have to teach Wen Cai, too," Yang Xuan said.

"Huh? That's easy. Don't worry, I'll pester Master every day. He'll come around eventually," Qiu Sheng said.

"Then I'm going back to sleep. I'm tired today." Yang Xuan picked up his axe and walked back to his room.