Did I do something wrong?

The power of blood and qi.

Internal energy amplification.

Black Flame instantly appeared in Yang Xuan's hand. Just then, as if by chance, the two zombies jumped over, forming a straight line.

"Ah~~~ Axe Aura, Second Style: Sea Splitter!"

A semi-transparent axe aura shot out from Black Flame. With the axe aura's arrival, the zombies were cleaved.

Instantly, two hopping corpses were split in half from the middle.

"The power is quite good. I didn't expect the world of Tathagata Palm to be this complex. With Yang Xuan's current strength, he still can't use the third style."

He kicked the old man down. He didn't expect the old man to be quite robust. As he was preparing to get up, Yang Xuan crippled both of the old man's legs to prevent him from escaping. Without the old man's command, the zombies besieging the three of them instantly became disorganized. Yang Xuan charged forward, using the basic moves within Axe Aura to decapitate two black zombies. With a backhand swipe of the axe's flat side, he sent a white zombie flying, which crashed like it was hit by a car head-on, lying on the ground motionless. The last white zombie was also killed by Uncle Nine with his wooden sword.

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

"Hmph, controlling zombies to harm people is an evil path," Uncle Nine said hatefully.

"Evil path? So you Mao Shan Taoists are the righteous path? I was ruined and my family destroyed by others, who will give me justice? Heaven is unfair, so what if I take revenge myself?" the old man said maniacally.

Just then, the old man secretly reached into his embrace.

"Master, be careful!" Yang Xuan had been locking onto the old man with his telekinesis. The moment he sensed something was wrong, he swung his axe. The old man's head was severed, and blood sprayed over ten feet high.

Yang Xuan didn't find any hidden weapons in the old man's embrace, but he did find a book and a small wooden box. He opened the wooden box. [Corpse Control Technique]. He didn't know if the level was high or not. Ding~ Learned [Corpse Control Technique] successfully.

He didn't know what treasure was inside the wooden box. After opening it, Yang Xuan's face slowly turned ashen, then pale.

Seeing that something was wrong, Uncle Nine immediately checked what was inside the wooden box. What met his eyes was an ordinary longevity lock, with no birth year inscribed, only: "To my son, may you live a hundred years, grow up healthy and strong."

"Master, did I kill the wrong person?" Yang Xuan's face was deathly pale. Although Yang Xuan's strength was astonishing, he had only killed one Japanese person before.

"A-Xuan, don't feel guilty. If it were a hidden weapon, perhaps one of us would have already died. Evil paths are different; they can do anything," Uncle Nine comforted him.

"Master, I'm a bit tired. I'm going back," Yang Xuan said, leaving without looking back.

"Master, is my junior brother okay?" Qiu Sheng asked with concern.

"Alas, your junior brother is good at everything, except his temperament is a bit lacking. However, this is something he probably has to overcome himself. We need to hurry back to the Mortuary now. Wen Cai's injury cannot be delayed, or the corpse poison will attack his heart, and he'll be done for," Uncle Nine said helplessly.

"Uncle Nine, I'll take my cousin back first. If there's anything, just give the word," A-Wei said. A-Wei was truly scared now and felt safer relying on Uncle Nine.

"This is so hard to drink," Yang Xuan hadn't drunk white wine in a long time. In junior high, he got alcohol poisoning from drinking, which damaged his liver, and he was in a coma in the hospital for more than a day. Since then, he had never drunk white wine again because the smell of white wine made him feel like vomiting. Yang Xuan's mother thought this was a good thing, as her son wouldn't be drinking irresponsibly outside from now on.

His face was pale as he drank the white wine, Black Flame discarded to the side.

Did I really do the wrong thing? If Master Ren hadn't threatened me, this Feng Shui Master might still have a happy family now. Now that he's come for revenge, it's not unreasonable from any standpoint.

Yang Xuan was currently at his lowest point.

Because Wen Cai was rescued in time, he wasn't as seriously injured as in the plot. Moreover, it was only a white zombie, and the corpse poison wasn't very strong.

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

"Master, look," Qiu Sheng said, his eyes sharp.

The two walked up to Yang Xuan.

Based on Yang Xuan's tolerance, the amount of alcohol he drank was minor. However, Yang Xuan didn't use his strength to dissipate the alcohol, and sometimes, one gets drunk without drinking.

Qiu Sheng stepped forward, intending to put Black Flame away.

"Ouch, my back! Master, I can't lift my junior brother's axe. I almost threw my back out," Qiu Sheng said, holding his waist.

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

Even together, they couldn't lift Black Flame.

Qiu Sheng swallowed and said, "Master, how heavy is this axe? I saw my junior brother kill zombies without much effort, picking it up very easily. And strangely, I didn't see my junior brother carrying an axe."

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

Uncle Nine looked at Yang Xuan, who was pale, drunk, and full of guilt, and massaged his temples forcefully with his hand.

"Master, do you think I did wrong? I feel terrible. That old man didn't have any hidden weapons in his embrace. When I saw that longevity lock, I felt awful. I can't quite explain the feeling."

His disciple was good in all aspects, but his temperament was truly lacking.

Uncle Nine pondered for a long time and asked, "A-Xuan, have you killed anyone before?"

"I killed one person, a Japanese man. Because he was evil, I killed him," Yang Xuan replied honestly.

"Master cannot help you overcome the knots in your heart, but I want to tell you that in the future, when you walk the martial world, remember to protect your own safety. Many martial arts Grandmasters are not inferior to others, but they die from ambushes. In fact, A-Xuan, your own kindness has blinded your heart. If our strength were weak today, do you think this Feng Shui Master would have let us go?" Uncle Nine said earnestly.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng walked over with the cup and hot towel. "Junior brother, are you okay? Master was very worried about you just now."

"Master, I..."

"It's alright, no need to say anything. Just rest well. I'm leaving now," Uncle Nine said.

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

"Heh, it's not particularly heavy, about 600 jin. It feels quite handy for me," Yang Xuan said nonchalantly.

"My goodness, Junior Disciple, that was amazing! Is it because you practice martial arts? Junior Disciple, can we discuss me learning from you?" Qiu Sheng's eyes were wide.

"It's possible, but you have to promise me one thing," Yang Xuan said.

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

"When Wen Cai is better, convince Master to let him learn with you, and then I'll teach you. I still need to teach Wen Cai," Yang Xuan replied.

"Ah, that's easy! Don't worry, I'll pester Master every day, and he'll eventually agree," 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.