Uncle Jiu: Huh? It's over?

"Uncle Jiu, you're my maternal aunt's husband's honored guest. How would I dare touch your people?"

A Wei forced a bitter smile, looking somewhat helpless.

He was a little overbearing, but he wasn't an idiot!

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

"This..."

Uncle Jiu furrowed his brows slightly, his mind racing.

Something was definitely wrong!

"Right," the deputy captain beside A Wei suddenly said, his eyes lighting up. "Uncle Jiu, I think I saw Wen Cai go to the neighboring village to buy glutinous rice."

"Oh no, there's something wrong with the servant!"

Uncle Jiu's expression changed instantly when he heard this. He spun around and dashed outside!

That old servant had reported false information!

There was something wrong with him!

Something was going to happen to the Ren family. Lin Fan and Qiu Sheng were in danger.

He had to hurry back. Otherwise, something terrible would happen.

"Hey, don't go! Explain yourself, Uncle Jiu!"

A Wei shouted at Uncle Jiu as he ran out of the county office.

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

The entrance to Ren Manor.

A flurry of hurried footsteps was followed by someone landing.

Uncle Jiu was panting heavily and had no time to catch his breath.

He stepped through the gate.

The sight before him left Uncle Jiu utterly shocked.

Countless traces of battle were clearly visible.

The vast courtyard of Ren Manor was littered with fallen objects of all sizes.

The floorboards had been smashed to pieces, and traces of corpse aura still lingered.

Without stopping to think, Uncle Jiu accelerated toward the main hall.

He saw Lin Fan and Qiu Sheng sitting inside with the others.

They were chatting animatedly.

Praises rang out from time to time.

"What exactly happened?"

Only after seeing that everyone inside the hall was safe did Uncle Jiu brace himself against the hall door and catch his breath.

"Senior Disciple Brother destroyed Old Master Ren after he turned into a Purple Zombie."

Qiu Sheng said this proudly, as if he had taken care of it himself.

Uncle Jiu froze. His hand tightened around the doorframe.

A Purple Zombie, one comparable to a Xiantian Third Heaven expert?

Although Lin Fan was a prodigy and learned Daoist Magic at an astonishing speed,

being a prodigy was one thing, but killing an enemy across nearly two realms was another.

That was basically impossible.

Uncle Jiu pondered deeply.

However, this disciple's speed in studying Daoist Magic

was truly baffling.

If Lin Fan, who possessed the Grand Perfection Five Thunders Spell,

had done it, then killing someone across realms might not be impossible.

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

"Master, hurry and take a break. Have some tea. Look how exhausted you are."

Lin Fan immediately poured a cup of tea and called out to Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu walked inside and slowly sat down.

Just as he was about to take the teacup Lin Fan offered him,

a sudden aura drifted over. Uncle Jiu's expression tightened, and he abruptly stood up.

He placed one hand in front of Lin Fan and warily observed his surroundings.

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

Seeing this, Lin Fan understood. Could Master have sensed the lingering aura of the old servant?

"Don't fool around."

Sensing the aura of a Xiantian Fifth Heaven expert, Uncle Jiu said sternly, still scanning the surroundings.

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

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

The old servant was lying there, his body blocked by the greenery.

Master Ren had been worried that he would affect the appearance of the manor, so he had ordered the servants to move him into the corner.

Uncle Jiu felt as if he had just heard of an unbelievable miracle.

He stared at Lin Fan, his eyes vacant, as though he had become dazed.

His heart wavered indecisively, like someone teetering on the edge of a cliff.

After all, a Xiantian Fifth Heaven expert was no joke.

Lin Fan had only just advanced to Xiantian First Heaven.

The situation should have been completely one-sided.

Even if this disciple was an extraordinary prodigy,

he still couldn't kill someone several levels above him.

At most, he could only resist for a short while.

Uncle Jiu shifted his gaze hesitantly and glanced toward the corner outside the hall.

Only after seeing the thoroughly charred corpse

and sensing the surrounding aura did he confirm that it was merely residual energy.

"You..."

Uncle Jiu still spoke in disbelief.

Seeing this, Lin Fan lied, "Master, I know what you're worried about."

"Actually, I don't know what happened to me just now, either."

"I was surrounded by one person and one zombie. I thought I was going to die here."

"And then?"

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu felt a lingering fear and hurriedly asked.

"Just as they were about to charge at my face from both sides,"

"I suddenly felt my body go out of control, and I passed out."

"When I woke up, they were already like this. I'm completely baffled, too."

Lin Fan continued to play dumb and make things up, not forgetting to put a trace of confusion on his face.

"Qiu Sheng, what happened after your senior brother passed out?"

Uncle Jiu asked curiously.

"Well... I don't really know how to put it."

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

Qiu Sheng's face was filled with confusion.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu pondered deeply.

Lightning? The Five Thunders Spell?

That shouldn't be possible. Against a Xiantian Fifth Heaven expert,

a Five Thunders Spell cast by someone at Xiantian First Heaven should have been easy to break.

Even Senior Disciple Brother Shi Jian's Five Thunders Palm probably wouldn't have such power.

"That's it? Nothing else? Think carefully. Was there anything strange or any other unusual event?"

Uncle Jiu still asked in disbelief.

"I'm not completely sure, Master, because that bolt of lightning was too fast."

"I think I saw that the lightning was purple. Then Senior Brother muttered something about a divine thunder."

Qiu Sheng said this half-believingly and half-doubtfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu took a step backward.

His forearm lifted slightly.

He pointed in shock and said, "That's it! That's it! It must have been purple."

"Huh? Master, what are you talking about? Why must it have been purple?"

Qiu Sheng blurted out, even more confused.

Uncle Jiu answered, "Only a purple one could have such power."

"It could only have been the Ten Thunders above the Five Thunders. Its name is Purple Heaven Divine Thunder."

Uncle Jiu suddenly walked outside the hall.

"Greetings to the Boundless True Lord. I thank the Patriarch for saving my disciple from danger. This old man offers his respects."

He fell to his knees, clasped his hands, and bowed toward the sky.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Uncle Jiu, you mustn't! You mustn't! How could my Ren Manor receive such a gesture?"

Everyone hurried forward to help him up, leaving only Lin Fan sitting awkwardly in place.

"What do you know? Lin Fan was possessed by the Patriarch."

"He used the boundless Daoist Magic of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder to kill that evil cultivator and the Purple Zombie."

"He saved all of you from danger. One bow is hardly enough."

Uncle Jiu rose and spoke toward the heavens with eyes full of gratitude.

It must have been Lin Fan's monstrous talent that moved the Patriarch.

The Patriarch had taken pity on him and used a supreme divine ability to save him from danger.

Otherwise, let alone a Purple Zombie,

that Xiantian Fifth Heaven expert would have crushed all these people.

Jing-a-ling.

As Uncle Jiu sighed with emotion, a bell rang outside the gates of Ren Manor.

Outside the gates of Ren Manor.

"Spirits of Heaven, spirits of Earth. Follow my bell in a neat line."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes held the Soul-Capturing Bell in his hand, raising it and shaking it as he walked. Every so often, he muttered another line.

A perfectly orderly line of zombies followed behind him.

Talismans were pasted to their heads, and as the bell rang,

they hopped along neatly in his wake.

A rather honest-looking young man stood beside him.

"Martial Uncle, keep your voice down. Don't scare people in the middle of the night."

Wen Cai reminded him in a low voice.

"What's there to fear? Could there even be anyone out at this hour?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes replied disdainfully, shaking the Soul-Capturing Bell in his hand with slightly more vigor.

The two exchanged remarks as they entered the gates of Ren Manor.

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

Broken stones covered the ground, accompanied by waves of charred odor.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes was utterly astonished.

What kind of battle had taken place here?

It had been unbelievably fierce!