Stop Fooling Around, Daoists Punch and Kick Zombies to Death?

"Yes. Fortunately, Junior Nephew Disciple Lin Fan caught up with us. Otherwise, my four disciples and I might not have survived tonight."

Daoist Priest Qian He let out a long sigh and shook his head.

Seeing this, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes reached out and patted Daoist Priest Qian He on the shoulder.

"Layman Lin Fan is truly exceptionally intelligent. Not only did he help you exterminate the Green Zombie, but he also comprehended the formation. This is indeed cause for celebration, cause for celebration."

Master Yixiu stepped forward and praised him.

Hearing this, Daoist Priest Qian He could only keep forcing a bitter smile.

As if he found it difficult to speak, he then said, "No, no, Master, there's something you don't know. Exterminating the Green Zombie was mainly Junior Nephew Disciple Lin Fan's achievement. The Green Zombie was killed by Junior Nephew Disciple..."

Daoist Priest Qian He seemed unable to continue.

"What did Senior Disciple Brother do to it? Go on and tell us, Uncle-Master."

Jia Le asked calmly.

"It was... Ah! It was killed when Junior Nephew Disciple shattered its internal organs with his fists and feet."

Daoist Priest Qian He spoke with utter helplessness.

As soon as he finished speaking,

Jia Le slowly straightened up, looking utterly dumbfounded.

He instinctively swallowed.

He stood rooted to the spot, dazed, as if his soul had already wandered away.

Fists and feet, beating a Green Zombie.

Ha. Why don't you just say he shattered mountains and rivers with one punch?

That was a Green Zombie, not a Black Zombie, let alone a Purple Zombie.

Its body was like a wall of bronze and iron, impervious to blades and spears. Did he understand that?

Skin of bronze and bones of iron—how did Senior Disciple Brother dare do that?

"Qing..."

Jia Le steadied himself and called out.

It was as if he were seeking emotional support.

Qingqing's eyes were filled with admiration.

She stared fixedly at Lin Fan.

Qingqing looked at this sharp and heroic young man.

To be fair, she had thought Lin Fan was indeed handsome the first time she saw him.

His brows and eyes were as sharp as sword-stars, mixed with the righteous air on his face.

Apart from losing to Lin Fan in their previous contest,

there was not a single thing about this fellow that made people uncomfortable.

Not to mention that she had once said she would work hard to surpass him.

But looking at the situation now, she truly feared that crossing this mountain would be difficult.

His talent was monstrous, yet he was still young.

His cultivation was already far higher than that of the outstanding members of his generation.

Every one of these qualities was astonishing.

Qingqing knew that being able to physically contend with a Green Zombie

was a completely absurd notion, and the person before her

had probably long since exceeded the realm of ordinary people.

"Fists... fists and feet?"

Master Yixiu raised his voice slightly as he asked.

When it came to physical conditioning, who in the world did not know Shaolin?

With the Eighteen Bronze Men standing guard, demons and evil spirits retreated.

How many years had they spent training to forge bodies of steel and iron?

As for Lin Fan, judging by his appearance, he was only seventeen or eighteen.

Although this youth possessed extraordinary talent, and his current realm was terrifyingly high for his age,

it was still

utterly astonishing that he had fought a Green Zombie with his fists and feet.

It was truly unheard-of and impossible to comprehend.

How exactly had he done it—and even completely destroyed its internal organs?

Lin Fan had genuinely broadened their horizons.

"Yes. A red evil aura caused this Green Zombie to mutate. If Junior Nephew Disciple Lin Fan hadn't acted in time, I'm afraid I would have fallen victim to it as well."

Daoist Priest Qian He answered regretfully.

Hearing this, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes' eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "Let's not talk about the fists and feet for now. Junior Brother, don't be so dejected either. Being saved by Junior Nephew Disciple is nothing shameful. Your Senior Brother here has also been saved by this boy. Instead, tell us more about this red evil aura you mentioned."

When it came to shamelessness, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes was truly in a league of his own.

Daoist Priest Qian He was still an elder of the sect.

Being saved by a junior would naturally leave him feeling somewhat embarrassed.

But this Uncle-Master Four-Eyes...

Lin Fan set aside his thoughts and picked up the conversation. "Uncle-Master, that evil aura just now was the same as the one emitted by the demonic flower at Ren Manor. It was merely even stronger than before. Uncle-Master Qian He was only caught off guard by the sudden change. If he had faced it under normal circumstances, with all the senior and junior brothers present, Uncle-Master Qian He would certainly have dealt with it effortlessly."

"A demonic flower?"

Master Yixiu was startled deep down.

It seemed as though he had remembered some familiar scenes.

"Old Monk, what are you thinking about? Don't tell me you recognize the kind of demonic flower Junior Nephew mentioned."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes looked at Master Yixiu disdainfully.

Master Yixiu slowly said, "It's nothing, nothing. I was just thinking about something else."

A wave of disappointment passed through Lin Fan's heart.

He had thought he might learn more.

Or perhaps obtain more detailed information.

He had not expected it to amount to nothing once again.

Yet this flower kept appearing.

What exactly was it...

Lin Fan immediately said, "I see. Uncle-Master, this flower has appeared around me several times. Could it be that I've been targeted by some Evil Cultivator, or perhaps an unorthodox sect? Whether it was the flower that appeared at the Ren residence before or the one we encountered on the way here with Uncle-Master, both appeared alongside me. Every time the evil aura appeared, the zombies became somewhat stronger as well."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Daoist Priest Qian He half-narrowed one eye.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Good one, Junior Nephew Disciple.

You made it sound so easy. That increase had been several times over.

Otherwise, he would not have nearly fallen victim to the Green Zombie.

But this red evil aura...

"It probably isn't that coincidental. Instead, I think this flower may be connected to the zombies."

Hearing this, Daoist Priest Qian He seemed to have found the slightest thread of a connection.

"If you say that you've been targeted, it would be more fitting to put it the way your Uncle-Master Qian He did."

Seeing that Lin Fan was making guesses,

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes continued explaining, "Recently, both of these zombies have been highly abnormal. Without exception, just as they were nearing the end of the fight, the demonic flower would appear, and the strange red evil aura would enter their bodies, causing their strength to surge. There must be some evil person behind this."

As soon as he finished speaking,

sounds came from the forest outside the tent.

The people inside the tent suddenly grew tense.

It was nighttime in the mountain forest.

After the rain had washed over the area,

the path had become especially muddy.

Squish.

Rapid footsteps interrupted everyone's conversation.

Hearing the sound, everyone sprang into action and filed out of the tent.

A slender figure could be seen in the distance.

A man was running over from afar while carrying a little boy.

"Oh, my! How could you leave me and the Seventy-One Prince behind? You'll suffer divine retribution for this!"

Attendant Wu carried the little Seventy-One Prince and shouted complaints at everyone.

Only after seeing that it was Attendant Wu did everyone outside the tent let out a sigh of relief.

Their tense expressions finally relaxed.