Precious Treasure

After Qiusheng firmly etched his uncle's words into his heart, he gripped a Peach Wood Sword and charged directly toward the front courtyard of the Ren Mansion.

Inside the front courtyard of the Ren Mansion, Uncle Nine held a Copper Coin Sword that shimmered with golden light, constantly darting and weaving across the body of Ren Weiyong. Every time it struck, it drew a trail of sparks and a wisp of thick, black corpse aura from his body.

Seeing his master currently holding the upper hand, Qiusheng stood outside the circle of combat, Peach Wood Sword in hand, to stand guard for him.

He could tell that his master was different from what he had seen in his previous life; his techniques were versatile, and he had already completely suppressed Ren Weiyong without needing any help from his disciple.

In fact, Qiusheng knew that if Uncle Nine had been willing to trade injury for a killing blow several times over, this zombie wreaking havoc in the Ren Mansion would have already fallen by his hand.

However, Qiusheng didn't think much of it; after all, Uncle Nine was an expert at the Earth Master level. If he were struggling to deal with an Iron-Armored Zombie, wouldn't that be a disgrace to the reputation of a Maoshan expert?

While Qiusheng was lost in these wild thoughts, Uncle Nine finally spotted an opening and kicked Ren Weiyong flying with a single strike.

He took the opportunity to drive the Copper Coin Sword in his hand directly into the center of Ren Weiyong's back, right over his heart.

Having done all this, Uncle Nine let out a long sigh of relief. In his view, once a zombie's heart was pierced, whether it was an Iron-Armored Zombie or a Bronze-Armored Zombie, as long as the heart was destroyed and the corpse aura dissipated, they would all have to kneel.

But reality was truly bizarre; the zombie that Ren Weiyong had transformed into continued to flee wildly with nimble strides even after being struck by Uncle Nine's sword.

That's right, he was fleeing. After being severely wounded by Four Eyes and Uncle Nine in succession, this zombie had actually chosen to run away.

Seeing this, Qiusheng, who had been guarding the perimeter, could no longer just watch. He brandished his Peach Wood Sword and rushed forward.

But before he could catch up to the fleeing zombie, a burst of gunfire sent him scrambling to the ground in fear.

It turned out that Ren Wei and his men had finally arrived. They happened to see Ren Weiyong hopping away toward the outside and immediately opened fire to intercept him without a second thought.

However, these guns were almost useless against the zombie, but for practitioners of the Dao like Qiusheng and Uncle Nine, they were lethal weapons.

Therefore, even though Uncle Nine and Qiusheng were anxious, with the gunfire raging, they could only watch helplessly as Ren Weiyong escaped.

"Chase him! Take him down! Go after him!"

Qiusheng looked up and saw Ren Wei and his men first clear a path for Ren Weiyong to let him get away, and then Ren Wei clamoring to give chase, only to end up running after him all by himself. It gave him a bit of a headache.

Twisting and turning, it had ultimately circled back to the original plot.

Except, this time, it had helped that kid Wencai avoid a disaster.

Unfortunately, this disaster had now fallen upon Daoist Four Eyes.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Qiusheng slowly climbed up from the ground, exchanged a glance with his master, and immediately rushed to his uncle's side.

He frowned at the sight of the corpse aura swirling around the latter.

It was fortunate that his uncle's Daoist arts were profound; otherwise, even with sticky rice to help draw out the corpse aura, it was doubtful he could have been saved.

This corpse aura was terrifyingly dense.

"Wencai, what happened to the corpse aura on Uncle?"

Qiusheng pulled Wencai, who had been standing to the side, over and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know either. I just saw Uncle stomping his feet there, and then he became like a god descending to earth, his body growing incredibly robust. He went up and started brawling with that zombie."

"At first, Uncle had the upper hand, but I don't know what trick the zombie used—a black cloud appeared and shrouded Uncle inside."

"Immediately after, Uncle tumbled out of the black cloud, and then he turned into what you see now."

Qiusheng felt a slight stir in his heart as he listened to Wencai's explanation.

Suddenly becoming robust—Uncle must have used the God-Striking technique, the God-Inviting Technique.

Damn, this zombie can actually break Uncle's God-Inviting Technique? By that logic, isn't he even fiercer than that Royal Zombie?

As thoughts surged in Qiusheng's mind, Uncle Nine wasn't idle either. He took some cinnabar from the bag Qiusheng had brought and drew a Zombie-Suppressing Talisman directly on Four Eyes' chest to suppress the dense corpse aura on him.

"Wencai, you stay here and watch over your uncle tonight."

"Qiusheng, come with me."

After finishing all this, Uncle Nine looked up at his two disciples who were still muttering to each other and gave a quiet order.

Without waiting for Qiusheng to reply, he turned and left.

Qiusheng told Wencai not to be careless, then quickly chased after his master.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Uncle still has corpse poison in his system. If we just leave like this, what if someone stirs up trouble in the shadows?"

Qiusheng asked in a low voice as he followed behind Uncle Nine.

"Hmph, don't worry. No one will go to the Ren Mansion to cause trouble tonight."

"I have some leads on this matter now. Let's go back to the Public Mortuary to get a few things, then head to a certain place to find the mastermind."

Uncle Nine's expression was grim as he spoke to Qiusheng while walking quickly.

Hearing Uncle Nine's words, Qiusheng felt a slight stir in his heart, not quite understanding what his master meant.

However, seeing his master's expression, Qiusheng felt it was better not to be a busybody for now.

After following Uncle Nine to the Public Mortuary, they walked straight into the quiet room where he usually practiced.

Qiusheng watched as Uncle Nine pressed against a wall painted with a Bagua Diagram, and suddenly, a hidden compartment appeared.

Inside, there was a Bagua Mirror, and next to the Bagua Mirror lay a strangely shaped seal.

"Master, what are these two items?"

"These are the treasures of my Maoshan lineage, the Mystic Dao Seal and the Innate Bagua Mirror. They were forged by our predecessors and nurtured through the cultivation of countless generations of Maoshan disciples."

"The power of these two treasures is immense. I usually keep them here to nourish them, never expecting I would have the chance to use them, yet here we are, having to bring them out today."

Listening to Uncle Nine, Qiusheng's eyes lit up. He immediately stepped forward, reached out, and took the two items into his hands to fiddle with them. As he poured his internal mana into them, both the Mystic Dao Seal and the Innate Bagua Mirror began to shimmer with a faint, spiritual light.

"Damn, Master, if you had such good things, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"If we had these two items in our hands yesterday, how could I have been injured by a couple of measly White-Robed Ghosts?"

Qiusheng stared at the two great treasures in his hands, unable to put them down, his heart racing with excitement.