Unexpected Windfall

The sudden system notification ringing in Qiusheng's ears made his expression jolt. He could actually farm Exorcism Points from the guys in front of him!

The thought flashed through his mind, and lightning power surged between Qiusheng's fists as the mana within him burst forth wildly. In an instant, he made his decision: kill all these inferior Walking Corpses and turn them into his Exorcism Points.

Boom!

Qiusheng threw another heavy punch. The inferior Walking Corpse beside him was immediately sent flying, its entire body flashing with lightning as it slammed hard into another Walking Corpse behind it.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for killing two Walking Corpses (Inferior). You have gained 20 Exorcism Points."

As Qiusheng fully unleashed the broad, sweeping Lightning Crushing Thunder Fist, the inferior Walking Corpses in the room seemed like mobile stores of Exorcism Points, each one getting blasted apart by a single punch.

Double kill, triple kill, seven kills in a row!

In the blink of an eye, Qiusheng had struck down seven inferior Walking Corpses, snatching seventy Exorcism Points in one go. He was feeling utterly triumphant.

But just then, two loud shouts made him flinch.

"Qiusheng, stop right now!"

"Qiusheng, stop!"

The words had barely fallen when Four Eyes and Uncle Nine arrived together.

The moment they entered, they did not deal with the remaining Walking Corpses first. Instead, they restrained Qiusheng.

"Master, Martial Uncle, what are you doing? Those are Walking Corpses."

Looking at the two men holding him back, Qiusheng played dumb.

"Junior Brother, go subdue your remaining customers. I'll keep an eye on this brat for you."

Uncle Nine shot Qiusheng, who was still pretending to be clueless, a fierce glare before speaking to Four Eyes.

Hearing his senior brother's words, Four Eyes could only rush forward as though his parents had died and subdue the five remaining inferior Walking Corpses.

As Qiusheng watched his martial uncle easily subdue those five inferior Walking Corpses, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

That was a full fifty Exorcism Points, just gone like that. His heart truly ached.

If he had known this would happen, he would have gone all out from the beginning.

Then all twelve inferior Walking Corpses might have become his Exorcism Points.

"What kind of joke are you two brats playing? You actually messed with my customers!"

After Taoist Four Eyes subdued his five remaining customers, he immediately turned around and spat at Qiusheng and Wencai.

Facing Four Eyes's flying spittle, Qiusheng knew he had really screwed him over this time. He lowered his head and said nothing.

Wencai, however, stiffened his neck and argued back.

"Martial Uncle, this has nothing to do with Senior Brother and me. Your Soul-Suppressing Lamp ran out of wick."

"Senior Brother and I didn't pay much attention when we lit the incense, so your customers started hopping around everywhere."

"Hmm?"

Hearing Wencai's words, Four Eyes, who knew his temperament well, gave a soft grunt and turned to look at the Soul-Suppressing Lamp on the altar table. Sure enough, its flame had gone out, and the wick was gone.

Only then did he remember. That was right—he had been adding a wick at this very hour these past few days.

Today, having just arrived at his senior brother's Public Mortuary, he had forgotten to tell his two martial nephews.

"Fine, fine. This time, it was your martial uncle's own carelessness that caused this."

"But Qiusheng, just how much of a grudge do these customers of mine have against you? You hit them far too hard."

"More than half the customers in your martial uncle's hands have been crippled by you. How am I supposed to transport corpses now?"

Four Eyes pointed at Qiusheng and looked at the bodies lying on the ground, unable to rise again and no different from ordinary corpses. His heart bled.

After all, these fellows had originally been ordinary corpses. He had used the Maoshan Secret Technique to refine them into something resembling Walking Corpses.

Now, after being knocked down by Qiusheng's punches, they had returned to the state of dead bodies.

And most crucially, every corpse could only be refined once with the secret technique in his possession. If he refined them a second time, they would most likely undergo a complete corpse transformation.

This was awkward now. Out of twelve inferior Walking Corpses, seven had been ruined. How was he supposed to transport corpses like this?

"Martial Uncle, this really isn't my fault. When I saw these guys hopping around inside the room, I thought they had transformed into corpses. How could I possibly hold back? They aren't human—they have no humanity!"

Qiusheng put on an aggrieved expression as he spoke to his martial uncle.

Hearing Qiusheng's words, Four Eyes could only be left speechless and accept his bad luck.

"Alright, Junior Brother, it's nothing. Once I finish handling something on my end, I'll have these two brats accompany you and help transport these zombies back to your place."

"Sigh, that's the only thing we can do now."

Hearing his senior brother's kind offer, Four Eyes could only nod in agreement.

There was no other way. With his customers in such a state, he truly had no way to transport them all back alone.

"Alright, you two, clean this place up and get lost to rest."

"Yes, Master."

After hearing their master's words, Qiusheng and Wencai immediately began cleaning up the mess in the room.

"Senior Brother, Qiusheng's aptitude for cultivation is truly extraordinary."

"Back when our eldest senior brother was his age, it seemed even his Lightning Crushing Thunder Fist wasn't this powerful, was it?"

While Qiusheng and Wencai busied themselves tidying the disastrous room, Four Eyes pulled Uncle Nine aside and spoke in a low voice.

"Heh, Junior Brother, aren't you forgetting whose disciple he is?"

"But you're right. If not for the mess tonight, I wouldn't have known that this brat had reached such a level with the Lightning Crushing Thunder Fist."

Uncle Nine gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle and chuckled, looking utterly calm and detached.

Seeing his senior brother suddenly start showing off, Four Eyes immediately had an evil thought.

"Hmph, Jiale, Jiale. Your senior brother Qiusheng has already reached this level of cultivation. Looks like I need to put you through some hellish training too. Otherwise, if you martial brothers ever meet someday, wouldn't that make your master lose face?"

"Oh, right, Junior Brother. Since Qiusheng and Wencai will be helping you transport corpses this time, make sure you keep these two brats under control along the way."

Uncle Nine's sudden words interrupted Four Eyes's thoughts.

After hearing his senior brother, Four Eyes naturally had no objections. He agreed readily and said with a smile, "Senior Brother, don't worry. Your junior brother will definitely love these two brats properly."

Seeing the lewd smile on his junior brother's face, Uncle Nine gave a slight shudder. After silently breaking into a cold sweat for Wencai and Qiusheng, he led Taoist Four Eyes away to rest.