Corpse King

Uncle Nine looked at his disciple's current expression and couldn't help but rap him on the head.

"What are you thinking about? These things are merely external objects. Only your own cultivation is true strength; don't go harboring thoughts of crooked paths."

Listening to his master's admonition, Qiusheng just gave a silly grin.

There were some things his master simply didn't know. At the very least, in his view, one of the two items in his hands was a tool that could rapidly increase his cultivation.

It was just that he was currently too embarrassed to ask his master for it. After all, this thing was a treasure of the Maoshan sect; it seemed unlikely he would just hand it over casually.

With these thoughts flashing through his mind, Qiusheng followed closely behind his master, heading toward the southwest of the Public Mortuary.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Where? Naturally, to find that Feng Shui master who plotted against Master Ren's family and played us for fools."

"Huh? Master, you know where he's hiding?"

Hearing Uncle Nine's words, Qiusheng immediately raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Heh, I didn't know before, but Old Master Ren should help us find him."

Uncle Nine said in a cold, sharp voice. As he spoke, he took the Bagua Mirror from Qiusheng's hand, bit his middle finger, and drew a talisman on the mirror's surface.

Immediately, the red talisman drawn in fresh blood flashed with an eerie crimson light before vanishing.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine immediately fished a withered strand of hair from his robes.

This hair had been plucked from Ren Weiyong, and Uncle Nine was now using it to track his movements.

Seeing this, how could Qiusheng not realize that his master had been harboring his own little schemes all along?

"Master, are you sure this thing works?"

"You brat, this is a treasure of my sect. Are you actually doubting its power?"

Since his master had put it that way, Qiusheng naturally didn't talk back, silently following behind him as they ran forward.

After running for nearly half the night, Uncle Nine finally brought Qiusheng to a desolate mountain.

This mountain was surrounded on three sides with one side open, and in the very center lay a small lake. The water was clear, and the moonlight scattered upon it, creating a rather magnificent scene.

However, although the scenery looked beautiful, it contained a great terror.

Qiusheng looked at everything before him in shock, muttering to himself incessantly.

"How is this possible? How could the terrain here produce an Yin Cave?"

"Hmph, an Yin Cave isn't formed solely by terrain. Have you forgotten? If a creature of great evil finds a place to cultivate in seclusion, as time passes and Yin energy gathers year-round, it naturally creates this situation."

Hearing Qiusheng's muttering, Uncle Nine replied indifferently before continuing.

"Qiusheng, set up the Big Dipper Formation. Today, your master shall slay evil."

As soon as Uncle Nine's voice fell, Qiusheng dared not delay. He went straight to the spot where the Yin energy was thickest and, following the alignment of the Big Dipper, began planting flags in the ground.

As for Uncle Nine, he casually pulled a Daoist robe from his pack and draped it over his shoulders.

He pointed his Peach Wood Sword toward the small lake and began to chant a Daoist incantation in a low voice.

"Shangqing Dongxuan, Big Dipper Tian-Gang, Star Lord descends, slay demons and eliminate devils, by my command!"

As the incantation left his lips, a yellow light flashed upon the Big Dipper Formation Qiusheng had set up. Suddenly, the Big Dipper in the sky seemed to brighten, emitting a dazzling starlight.

Within Qiusheng's perception, it felt as if a vast power was being bestowed upon Uncle Nine from the void, causing the magic power within his body to surge far beyond its usual limits.

"Lin Jiu, I didn't expect you to be able to find your way here."

"Since that is the case, this seat can only leave the two of you here."

Amidst a cold, hoarse voice, a figure rose from the surface of the lake before Uncle Nine.

Qiusheng felt his scalp tingle as he watched the thing appear, his heart filled with immense shock.

In the classification of zombies Uncle Nine had told him about, it was said that zombies were divided into Walking Corpses, Zombies, Iron-Armored Zombies, Copper-Armored Zombies, Zombie Kings, Golden-Armored Zombie Kings, and Drought Demons.

Among them, once a zombie reached the level of a Zombie King, it could develop intelligence, posing a massive threat to the entire world—it was truly terrifying.

This meant that only at the level of a Zombie King could a zombie possess intelligence.

Could the creature emerging from the lake be a Zombie King? Otherwise, how could it speak?

"Hmph, you evil creature! To seek eternal life, you actually refined yourself into a zombie, falling into the demonic path. Today, I, Lin Jiu, a twenty-second generation disciple of Maoshan, shall act on behalf of Heaven and eliminate you, this giant demon!"

Uncle Nine looked at the figure standing in mid-air and shouted coldly.

"Haha, Lin Jiu, you think too highly of yourself. You are merely an Earth Master, yet you wish to slay me, who has entered the realm of a Zombie King? I really want to know who gave you such confidence."

The figure claiming to be a Zombie King flashed, appearing instantly beside Uncle Nine, and reached out to strike directly at his heart.

Seeing the ferocity of the attack, Uncle Nine showed no signs of panic. A silver light flickered on the Peach Wood Sword in his hand, seemingly entwined with threads of Big Dipper star power. With a casual wave, he easily neutralized the Zombie King's claw.

Thus, a spectacular battle unfolded before Qiusheng's eyes.

Watching Uncle Nine strike repeatedly with his Peach Wood Sword, holding his own against a generation of Zombie King, a surge of heroic spirit suddenly rose in Qiusheng's heart.

He lifted the Mystic Dao Seal in his hand, and the magic power within his body surged into it.

"Hum!"

As Qiusheng channeled his energy into the Mystic Dao Seal in his hand, a low dragon's roar emanated from within the artifact.

The moment the dragon's roar sounded, the corpse aura surrounding the Corpse King was suddenly suppressed by an unseen force, causing its movements to falter.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine naturally would not miss such a golden opportunity; he kicked the Corpse King before him straight into the Big Dipper Formation that Qiusheng had previously set up.

Following this, Uncle Nine held up the Bagua Mirror with one palm, used his own blood to draw a Zombie-Suppressing Talisman upon its surface, and placed it at the Polaris position of the Big Dipper. By borrowing the power of the seven stars of the Big Dipper and the North Star, he completely suppressed the Corpse King.

Qiusheng, who had been standing by to provide support, leaped forward, slamming the Mystic Dao Seal in his hand directly onto the Corpse King's face.

"Roar!"

Amidst the low, guttural roar, Qiusheng's expression shifted violently.

As it turned out, the moment he pressed the Mystic Dao Seal against the Corpse King's face, a terrifying backlash of corpse aura surged outward, sending him flying backward.

That robust, ferocious corpse aura slammed into Qiusheng's chest, leaving him severely wounded.