The moment he finished speaking.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes immediately withdrew his fighting stance.
He suddenly staggered backward several steps.
His heart was thrown into turmoil.
What?
Xiantian Fifth Heaven?
Impossible.
Even I had only reached Xiantian Fourth Heaven after returning with him.
Though I was already at the peak of the fourth level.
That bottleneck was no paper window.
It wasn't something that could be pierced through just by saying so.
He focused his mind and looked over.
He sensed Lin Fan's aura.
Vast yet not muddled.
Pure and gentle.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes wore an expression that seemed to say he would never believe it, even if beaten to death.
He pointed straight at Lin Fan.
It was as though he had seen a demon god.
His pupils were stretched wide.
It really was Xiantian Fifth Heaven.
"Junior Martial Uncle, what are you doing? Did you see a ghost?"
Lin Fan felt flustered under his pointing finger and said irritably.
"You... you... you—you—you—you. When did you break through?"
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes sucked in a cold breath.
"Last night. I happened to gain some insight, and then I broke through just like that."
Lin Fan answered calmly.
The moment he finished speaking.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes clutched his chest.
He seemed to have been struck by something.
He gulped in great breaths.
He couldn't help sighing inwardly.
This brat.
One had to understand that the difference between Xiantian Fourth Heaven and Fifth Heaven.
Was a qualitative transformation. That threshold.
Countless predecessors had stopped there; there were more of them than anyone could count.
How could he describe it as being as easy as eating a meal?
Should I laugh or cry?
"Maoshan has hope! Maoshan has hope! So the real surprise was here."
Daoist Priest Qian He laughed heartily.
"Senior Disciple Brother, I was blind to Mount Tai. The superiority I felt after breaking through for a moment went to my head."
A Dong cupped his hands apologetically.
A Nan, A Xi, and A Bei followed by cupping their hands as well.
"Hey, realizing your mistake and correcting it is the greatest virtue. Senior Disciple Brother won't hold it against you."
Jia Le proudly lowered their hands.
He was so delighted inside that words could hardly describe it.
That would teach you to act so arrogant earlier.
Now you know what is above the heavens and what is beneath the earth, right?
"A Dong, it's nothing. The path of cultivation is endless. Putting what you learn into practice is what matters."
Lin Fan stepped forward, patted A Dong on the shoulder, and gave him an encouraging look.
"All right, all right."
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes stepped forward and interrupted Jia Le, who was enjoying himself.
Suddenly, Lin Fan looked at the coffin before him in confusion.
He spoke to Daoist Priest Qian He: "Junior Martial Uncle, a Bronze Horn Golden Coffin wrapped in an Ink Rope Net. Could what's inside be..."
"Little Junior Nephew, that's right. What's inside is a zombie."
Daoist Priest Qian He answered honestly.
"Then why didn't you burn it on the spot, Junior Martial Uncle?"
Lin Fan immediately asked.
Daoist Priest Qian He shook his head and let out a long sigh.
He spoke with seemingly endless helplessness: "Little Junior Nephew, you don't know this, but after this man died, his corpse aura was too heavy, and he had already turned into a Black Zombie. By now, he has probably approached the threshold of becoming a Purple Zombie. Otherwise, we wouldn't need an Ink Rope Net. Besides, he is royalty from the borderlands. We must hurry and transport him to the capital as quickly as possible, then hand him over to the Emperor to decide."
"If his yin energy is so heavy, why don't you dismantle the canopy and let him absorb more sunlight? That would at least delay his transformation."
Master Yixiu stepped forward after hearing this.
The moment he finished speaking.
Daoist Priest Qian He looked as though he had suddenly attained enlightenment, then ordered, "East, South, West, and North, come dismantle the canopy."
After saying this, the four senior brothers stepped forward.
They rolled up their sleeves and prepared to dismantle the canopy.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
A piercing voice suddenly rang out.
"Don't!"
Lin Fan flashed in front of the group.
He stretched out his hands to block them.
Others might not know, but how could he not?
In the movie, Daoist Priest Qian He.
Had indeed had them dismantle the canopy.
That caused rainwater to pour in and lightning to strike down.
Only then did the zombie absorb the energy and transform.
It led to the entire group being wiped out.
Lin Fan couldn't let the tragedy happen again.
He was counting on Daoist Priest Qian He to help him earn Merit Points.
"This..."
Daoist Priest Qian He spoke in confusion.
"Junior Martial Uncle, you don't know this, but I just observed the celestial signs. There may be heavy rain after sunset, so it's better not to dismantle it. In any case, it has already transformed. Hurrying onward is the most important thing."
Lin Fan explained seriously and methodically.
"I see. Then we won't dismantle it."
Daoist Priest Qian He understood and nodded.
Lin Fan cupped his hands and said, "Junior Martial Uncle, this is a remote wilderness, and the road may not be peaceful. I'm familiar with the terrain. How about I lead the way? I can also follow you and learn..."
Before he could finish speaking.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes strode over and lowered Lin Fan's cupped hands. "No, no. You can't run around recklessly. If something happens, how will I explain it to your master? Don't fool around!"
"Junior Martial Uncle, could it be that you want to teach me that thing right now..."
Lin Fan deliberately raised an eyebrow and gestured toward Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.
"I... Ah, forget it, forget it. You're so capable, so there probably won't be any serious trouble. Go and come back quickly!"
Daoist Priest Four-Eyes seemed to have been pinched at his weak spot.
After saying this, he let out a long breath.
It was as though he had narrowly escaped some great disaster.
This brat.
It seemed keeping my secret technique safe would be difficult.
It wasn't exactly a forbidden secret.
But it was still a secret technique of our sect.
If it wasn't taught to a disciple of the sect, it would count as breaking the precepts.
I can preserve it for as long as I can.
Suddenly, that sharp voice came from behind again.
"Stop chatting and hurry up. Look, it's almost dark."
Attendant Wu urged them on.
"If that's the case, then I'll trouble you, Little Junior Nephew Lin Fan."
Daoist Priest Qian He politely cupped his hands toward Lin Fan.
The group exchanged greetings.
Then they headed toward the small path through the forest.
The mountain terrain rose and fell, stretching endlessly.
Lin Fan walked alongside Daoist Priest Qian He.
The group hurried toward the capital.
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