Uncle Nine: Huh? It's over?

"Uncle Jiu, you are a distinguished guest of my aunt's husband. How could I dare to touch your people?"

A Wei forced a bitter smile, looking a bit helpless.

He might have been a bit arrogant, but he wasn't an idiot!

If anything happened to Uncle Jiu and his group, his aunt's husband would skin him alive!

"This..."

Uncle Jiu frowned slightly, his mind racing.

Something was definitely wrong!

"That's right," the deputy captain beside A Wei said, his eyes lighting up. "Uncle Jiu, I think I saw Wen Cai go to the next village to buy glutinous rice."

"Not good, the servant is a problem!"

Uncle Jiu's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and he turned and dashed out!

That old servant from before had given false information!

He was the problem!

The Ren family was in trouble, and Lin Fan and Qiu Sheng were in danger.

He had to hurry back, or something serious would happen.

"Hey, don't go. Uncle Jiu, explain yourself!"

A Wei shouted at Uncle Jiu, who was rushing out of the yamen.

Ignoring the voices behind him, Uncle Jiu hurried back to Ren Manor.

The main gate of Ren Manor.

A burst of hurried footsteps, followed by a figure landing.

Uncle Jiu was panting, not even having time to catch his breath.

He kicked the door open and entered.

The scene that greeted his eyes made Uncle Jiu's face drain of color.

Countless traces of battle were evident everywhere.

In the spacious courtyard of Ren Manor, various objects lay scattered around.

The floorboards were completely shattered, and residual zombie qi lingered.

Without further thought, Uncle Jiu sprinted towards the main hall.

He saw Lin Fan and Qiu Sheng, along with others, seated in the hall.

They were chatting animatedly.

Occasional sounds of praise could be heard.

"What's going on?"

Seeing that everyone in the hall was unharmed, Uncle Jiu leaned against the door of the hall, finally catching his breath.

"Senior Disciple Brother Brother eliminated Old Master Ren, who had turned into a Purple Zombie."

Qiu Sheng said proudly, as if he had solved it himself.

Uncle Jiu was stunned, and the hand gripping the doorframe tightened.

A Purple Zombie, a Purple Zombie comparable to a master of the Xiantian third level?

Although Lin Fan was a prodigy and studied Taoist magic with incredible speed.

Even for a prodigy, a kill across nearly two levels was basically impossible.

Uncle Jiu pondered deeply.

It was true that his disciple's study of Taoist magic was...

...had an astonishing speed.

If Lin Fan had mastered the Five Thunders Spell to Grand Perfection...

...then killing across levels might not be impossible.

After all, Lightning Arts were the bane of monsters and zombies.

"Master, quickly rest and have some tea. You look exhausted,"

Lin Fan poured a cup of tea and said to Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu walked inside and slowly sat down.

Just as he was about to take the teacup from Lin Fan.

Suddenly, an aura wafted over, and Uncle Jiu's expression tensed as he stood up stiffly.

He blocked Lin Fan's path, warily observing their surroundings.

"Master, don't panic. That person is already dead."

Lin Fan understood his Master's concern; he must have sensed the residual aura of the old servant.

"Don't be foolish."

Sensing an aura at the fifth level of the Xiantian Realm, Uncle Jiu said sternly, still scanning the area.

"If you don't believe me, look."

Lin Fan raised his hand and pointed towards the corner of the courtyard.

The old servant, whose body was hidden by the greenery.

Master Ren had the servants move him to the corner to avoid spoiling the mansion's appearance.

Uncle Jiu looked as if he had heard an unbelievable miracle.

He gazed at Lin Fan, his eyes vacant, as if stunned.

His heart was filled with indecision, standing precariously on the edge of a cliff.

After all, the fifth level of Xiantian was no joke.

Lin Fan had only just advanced to the first level of Xiantian.

The situation should have been one-sided.

No matter how monstrous his disciple was, he couldn't defeat opponents several realms higher.

At best, he could only hold them off for a short while.

Uncle Jiu's gaze shifted, glancing towards the corner outside the hall.

Until he saw a charred corpse.

Sensing the surrounding aura, he confirmed it was residual.

"You..."

Uncle Jiu spoke, still incredulous.

Seeing this, Lin Fan lied, "Master, I know your doubts."

"Actually, I didn't know what was happening to me just now."

"I was attacked from both sides by a human and a zombie. I thought I was going to die here."

"And then!"

As his words fell, Uncle Jiu felt a wave of fear and asked, "What happened next?"

"Just as they were about to charge at my face from left and right."

"I suddenly felt my body lose control and I passed out."

"When I woke up, I was like this. I'm also very confused."

Lin Fan feigned ignorance, continuing his fabrication, a look of confusion on his face.

"Qiu Sheng, what happened after your Senior Disciple Brother fainted?"

Uncle Jiu asked curiously.

"It's... I don't know how to explain it."

"Senior Disciple Brother unleashed a bolt of lightning from the sky and struck them dead."

Qiu Sheng looked puzzled.

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu pondered.

Lightning? The Five Thunders Spell?

That shouldn't be right. A master at the fifth level of Xiantian.

They should be able to easily break through the Five Thunders Spell used by someone at the first level of Xiantian.

Even the powerful Five Thunders Palm that Senior Disciple Brother Shi Jian had mastered probably didn't have this much power.

"That's it? Is that all? Think carefully, were there any other strange things or events?"

Uncle Jiu still asked in disbelief.

"I'm not very sure, Master, because that lightning strike was too fast."

"I think I saw purple lightning. And then Senior Disciple Brother was muttering something about gods and thunder."

Qiu Sheng said, half-believing.

As his words fell, Uncle Jiu took a step back.

He slightly raised his forearm.

Pointing with great shock, he said, "That's right, that's right. It must have been purple."

"Huh? Master, what are you talking about? Why does it have to be purple?"

Qiu Sheng asked, even more confused.

Uncle Jiu replied, "The only thing with this power is purple."

"It can only be the Ten Thunders above the Five Thunders. Its name is [Purple Heaven Divine Thunder]."

Suddenly, Uncle Jiu walked out of the hall.

"Farewell, Boundless True Lord. Thank you, Ancestral Master, for saving my disciple from dire straits. I offer you this bow."

He knelt on both knees, clasping his hands together and bowing towards the heavens.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Uncle Jiu, you mustn't, you mustn't. Ren Manor cannot possibly accept such a gesture."

Everyone rushed forward in shock to help him up, leaving only Lin Fan sitting awkwardly in his original spot.

"What do you know? Lin Fan is possessed by the Ancestral Master."

"He unleashed the Boundless Dao technique, [Purple Heaven Divine Thunder], to eliminate the evil cultist and the Purple Zombie."

"He saved you all from peril, and this bow is the least I can do."

Uncle Jiu stood up, looking towards the heavens with gratitude.

It was definitely Lin Fan's monstrous talent that had moved the Ancestral Master.

He had taken pity and unleashed his great divine power to save him from danger.

Otherwise, let alone a Purple Zombie.

Even a Xiantian Realm expert at the fifth level would have crushed these people.

Jingle bells.

As Uncle Jiu was filled with emotion, he heard the sound of a bell from outside Ren Manor.

Outside Ren Manor.

"Heaven spirits, earth spirits. Follow my bell and line up."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes held the Soul-Capturing Bell, shaking it as he walked, muttering occasionally.

Behind him, a neat row of zombies followed.

Talismans were stuck to their heads, and they hopped along to the sound of the bell.

They followed in a perfectly orderly fashion.

A rather honest-looking young man stood beside him.

"Uncle-Master, please be quieter. Don't scare people in the middle of the night."

Wen Cai whispered a reminder.

"What's there to be afraid of? Who would be out here in the middle of the night?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes retorted dismissively, shaking the Soul-Capturing Bell even more vigorously.

The two of them entered the gates of Ren Manor, chattering back and forth.

Suddenly, they saw that the courtyard of Ren Manor was in ruins.

Broken stones littered the ground, and a burnt smell wafted through the air.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes looked astonished.

What kind of battle had taken place here?

It was so fierce!