Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

Yang Ren thought to himself.

He immediately hated Zhang Huaidan after seeing Liu Yanyan throw herself into his arms.

Despite his hatred, he wasn't the kind of brainless person who thought he was the best in the world.

While he doubted whether Zhang Huaidan was as outrageous as the rumors suggested, he also understood that while the white zombie was indeed a legend in the records, wasn't Zhang Huaidan, who was beside him, a living legend as well?

However, even if Zhang Huaidan were to subdue this old corpse from the previous dynasty that has transformed into a white zombie, he would still have to pay a considerable price!
Liu Yanyan whispered, "Be careful, Master. This zombie has transformed into a white zombie. Not only is its body as strong as steel and its strength immense, it has also mastered a magic technique that shrinks the distance between people without a teacher. It is extremely difficult to deal with."

"Shrinking the Earth into an Inch?"

Black Pipe was slightly surprised. No wonder the old corpse from the previous dynasty suddenly attacked him, giving him no time to react. It was indeed very strange.

Some were also skeptical, wondering if one could comprehend such magic simply by undergoing a transformation.

There's absolutely no need to learn; it's as if it's ingrained in your instincts.

Is such an ugly and disgusting monster a favorite of the heavens?
Upon hearing Hei Guan'er's words, Liu Yanyan nodded solemnly: "That's really true. Zombies are formed from the dead. They are buried in the ground and absorb the yin energy of the earth's veins. It takes several years for them to absorb the yin energy for a long time. They are essentially creatures born from the earth. They can't be called the darlings of heaven, but it's not an exaggeration to say that they are the darlings of the earth."

The clarinet's explanation was both laughable and absurd; it was certainly a novel idea.

Yang Ren listened to their conversation, feeling irritated and his brows furrowed.

Why didn't that old corpse from the previous dynasty launch an attack?

Don't you know how to use the "shrinking the earth to an inch" technique?

After Liu Yanyan finished speaking, she felt much calmer because Zhang Huaidan was beside her, and she was able to explain to Hei Guan'er.

They realized at that moment that the old corpse from the previous dynasty actually had time to let them finish speaking.

Is she really that polite and well-mannered?

Hei Guan'er also noticed something amiss and was filled with doubts. The three of them looked over and saw the old corpse from the previous dynasty standing several feet away, motionless.

In those parched eyes, there was a faint hint of spirituality.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the three of them sensed an extreme hesitation.

It's as if there's some venomous snake or ferocious beast ahead, causing me to hesitate and not move forward, or it's just like a donkey I've never seen before, scaring myself unnecessarily.

……

'Is it afraid of Master Huaidan? Once a zombie transforms, it not only gains the ability to comprehend magic, but its spirituality also increases dramatically. It is said that some zombies, after multiple transformations, can regain intelligence and become mythical creatures. Is the spirit of this old corpse from the previous dynasty telling it not to approach Master Huaidan?'

Liu Yanyan pondered in her heart.

He glanced at Zhang Huaidan beside him without making a sound, and felt a sudden flutter in his heart, but dared not look at her any longer.

'Zhang Huaidan clearly has no Qi aura whatsoever; he looks like an ordinary person. Why is this transformed zombie so afraid of him?'

Yang Ren was also pondering.

'No, it's not just fear, it's also hesitation. So, is Zhang Huaidan truly a monster that can terrify even the white zombies, or...?'

Yang Ren held his breath; no matter what, the truth would eventually be revealed.

What has happened to Master Huaidan during this time?

Hei Guan'er was also puzzled. His impression of Zhang Huaidan was still based on his battle with Ru Hu.

When he first saw Zhang Huaidan during this mission, he was taken aback. How could Huaidan Zhenren have become just like an ordinary person?
What kind of breathing technique did you practice?

But not a single breath escapes from it. Doesn't a real person get tired doing this?
Shaking his head, Hei Guan'er still couldn't figure it out.

In conclusion, the only fate for this old corpse from the previous dynasty is to be dealt with by a real person!

Each of the three had their own thoughts.

Zhang Huaidan smiled slightly: "Are you scared?"

Upon hearing this, the three found it absurd. Master Huai Dan was using reverse psychology, but even if this old corpse from the previous dynasty had gained sentience, it still… Eek! It moved!

With a shrinking technique, the old corpse from the previous dynasty traversed several meters, its remaining single arm like a divine weapon capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, aiming straight for Zhang Huaidan's heart.

At this moment, Liu Yanyan, who was standing next to him, felt her breath catch in her throat and stared unblinkingly at the old corpse's arm.

An overwhelming sense of panic surged within him. Caught completely off guard, was Master Huai Dan going to be…?

Oh my god, that kind of thing!
Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt, and Liu Yanyan's eyes widened as she witnessed an unbelievable scene!
As the old corpse's arm drew ever closer to Huai Dan Zhenren's heart, the five gleaming purple armor blades melted rapidly, like ice pillars under the blazing sun!
While Liu Yanyan was stunned, Zhang Huaidan lightly swung out a palm, and the old corpse from the previous dynasty flew back like a meteor.

This palm strike didn't possess any overwhelming power. Liu Yanyan clearly saw that the old corpse from the previous dynasty fled out of fear!
'What happened? How did the armor melt? And why did Master Huaidan only unleash one palm strike when he had such a good opportunity?'

Liu Yanyan's mind was filled with a cacophony of conflicting thoughts.

Black Pipe was startled, thinking Zhang Huaidan was deliberately going easy on him: "Again!"

They were about to go up again to fight the old corpse from the previous dynasty.

Zhang Huaidan smiled as she withdrew her hand: "No need."

"Real person?"

The clarinet was somewhat puzzled.

Zhang Huaidan smiled but remained silent.

Seeing his calm smile, Yang Ren sneered inwardly: 'Zhang Huaidan hasn't eaten; who does he think he is, acting so weak and submissive?'

That palm strike just now could probably flatten even a muddy sludge, let alone a zombie. Zhang Huaidan probably really didn't eat!

'But why is this zombie running away?'

A deep sense of confusion arose again. How could the old corpse from the previous dynasty escape when a palm strike that couldn't kill an ant had been delivered?
What on earth is this...

Soon, his thinking became unnecessary, because the old corpse from the previous dynasty suddenly knelt down on the ground, its two parched eyes staring straight at Zhang Huaidan.

Black Pipe was full of questions: "Real person, is this zombie kneeling down begging you for mercy?"

Liu Yanyan was even more bewildered: "Real person, what exactly did you do!"

The old corpse from the previous dynasty has undergone a metamorphosis, gaining a significant increase in spirituality, but it will absolutely not have the concept of kneeling and begging for mercy.

Without Zhang Huaidan needing to answer, the two of them fell silent the next moment.

The kneeling corpse of the former dynasty collapsed to the ground once more, a palm print on its chest rapidly spreading outwards, like a silkworm devouring mulberry leaves.

In the blink of an eye, the old corpse from the previous dynasty turned into a pool of foul-smelling blood, with no trace of yin energy remaining.

In the blood, many tattered pieces of cloth floated, vaguely resembling the edges of official robes.

Black Pipe looked at him as if he'd seen a ghost: "A...real person!!?"

Liu Yanyan stared blankly.

Yang Ren, however, dared not look at him.

White zombie!

The white zombie, which only exists in legends!

With a single blow, it turned into blood.

Even the clarinet player felt like he was dreaming, an incredibly unreal dream.

Zhang Huaidan waved his hand dismissively: "I've taken up a little time, it's time to go."

……

It's late at night. *Whoosh*

A disheveled figure fled through the forest, panting heavily, but dared not stop.

Zombies! Blood-sucking zombies have attacked Chenjia Village!
If it were an ordinary zombie, Chen Jie believed that his father, Chen Si, could handle it.

However, vampires are not the same concept.

His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and Chen Jie's eyes were filled with sorrow.

Even if I manage to reach the headquarters of the Corpse-Driving Clan and seek help from various families, can Chen Family Village afford to wait?
Perhaps by now, Father Chen Si has already been killed by zombies!
Thinking of this, Chen Jie seemed to lose the strength to continue his journey, but just as his body was about to collapse, a force supported him again!

The voices and smiles of the entire village, including my father, are still vivid in my mind.

"Revenge!! I want revenge!"

Chen Jie let out a low growl, which sounded extremely sinister in the quiet forest.

Driven by his desire for revenge, he once again unleashed a continuous stream of power from his body.

To seek revenge, one must go to the headquarters of the corpse-driving sect and ask the Liu, Yang, and Chen families for help...

'Hoo hoo~~'

The heavy breathing carried far. Chen Jie didn't know how long he had been running, but he felt the wind on his body growing colder and colder. White mist was coming out of his nostrils, and his thoughts were becoming sluggish.

'Ouch!'

Suddenly, he cried out in surprise and fell to the ground. Chen Jie was furious. Who was so blind as to dare to do this...?

His fury turned into a bone-chilling cold. In this deep mountain forest, in the dead of night, where would anyone be?

The softness I just bumped into was undoubtedly flesh and blood.

He looked up and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, where he saw four corpses standing side by side.

'brush!!'

They all opened their eyes.

'Walking corpses! They're walking corpses!'

Chen Jie wanted to scream, but was overwhelmed by fear and could only open his mouth wide, letting out a silent scream.

His father, Chen Si, was quite capable, but he was just an ordinary person.

Any one of those zombies would be enough to kill him.

At that moment, Chen Jie's mind went blank. The surroundings were deathly silent, except for his pounding heartbeat and eight eye sockets that were either rotting or empty.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Jie regained a sliver of his rationality.

He was surprised to find himself alive, and looking at the four zombies so close to him, a huge question mark popped into his mind.

'Why didn't they attack me?'

He was filled with doubt and slowly backed away, wondering if his father, Chen Si, had planted some kind of protective mechanism in him.

'Dad is very capable; he might really have some protective methods I don't know about. Whatever, I have to find him and get revenge!'

Chen Jie's resolve was unwavering, then suddenly!
'Boom! '

It felt like I'd bumped into a wall, a damp, cold wall, and the stench of decay mixed with the smell of urine assaulted my nostrils.

Chen Jie turned his head stiffly, only to see a stiff corpse staring at him without blinking.

His chest was covered with white glutinous rice grains that had swelled up from being washed out by urine, resembling fat maggots.

Having been influenced by his upbringing all along, he only had time to leave behind a final message.

"Not a virgin..."

……

In the ancestral home of the Liu family, a lineage of corpse drivers, the hall was brightly lit, and more than ten people sat together. They were all the heads of various branches of the corpse driver lineage.

The group was led by two people on the east side. The one on the left with a longer face was named Liu Ping, the current head of the Liu family who drove corpses. The one on the right, with a hairy black mole under his left eye, was Yang Hongguang, the head of the Yang family who refined corpses.

Everyone's faces were ashen, and a thick, lingering aura hung in the air.

The leading figures of the Corpse-driving lineage were all trapped in the ancestral land of the Liu family. If it weren't for the fact that the Liu family had a deep foundation in the Corpse-driving lineage and was protected by a clan-protecting formation, they would probably have been captured by the White Zombie Elder and bled dry one by one.

Liu Ping let out a breath: "Yan Yan and Xiao Ren have broken through the encirclement. I believe it won't be long before they bring people from the company to rescue us. Let's all work together and hold out for a few more days to prevent the old man Bai Jiang from succeeding. When the reinforcements arrive, we will definitely make that old thief pay for his blood debt!"

His words did boost everyone's morale.

In the past few days, which sect or faction hasn't had its disciples die at the hands of the White Zombie Elder? They wish they could devour his flesh and drink his blood!

At that moment, an unpleasant voice rang out.

"Patriarch Liu, it's not that I, Shi Xiang, don't trust you, but now I have to suspect something I've wanted to ask for a long time. Did you, Patriarch Liu, use the old patriarch's birthday celebration as an excuse to invite all the members of my corpse-driving lineage to the Liu family, and then collude with the White Zombie Elder to unify the corpse-driving lineage?"

Shi Xiang, the head of the Shi family, who are known for their ability to transport corpses.

Although not as powerful as the Liu and Yang families, they still hold considerable influence within the corpse-driving lineage.

His mood visibly changed after his personally trained disciple died in the mouth of the White Zombie Old Man yesterday.

The moment he spoke, the expressions of the others immediately changed.

This is indeed one of the questions in everyone's mind.

Upon hearing this, Liu Ping's face darkened with anger, and he was about to speak.

Yang Hongguang sighed: "After such a thing happened, I believe Liu Ping must feel guilty. I think you all know what kind of temper the Quanxing demon has all these years. Who knows why he suddenly went crazy? It's just a pity that our Corpse Driving lineage is too weak and can only be wantonly humiliated by the demon."

Everyone looked distressed.

A single, monstrous, white-skinned old man from the Quanxing sect has driven the entire corpse-driving lineage to the brink of life and death; it's truly a lamentable situation.

Yang Hongguang continued, "During the day, in order to help Yan Yan and Ren'er escape, several elders of the Liu family all died tragically. Don't forget, this was also for our survival."

Everyone who heard this was deeply moved.

The corpse-driving lineage was already dwindling in number, and even though the Liu family was already a powerful force within it, the number of core figures was still very limited.

In that battle during the day, almost all of the pillars of the Liu family were wiped out.

"Master Shi, we should stand together through thick and thin and hold out until the rescue arrives!"

"Yes, yes, only by working together can we get through this!"

Everyone agreed.

Shi Xiang sneered, "How far can those two juniors escape? I've decided we can't just sit here and wait to die any longer, or we'll all be worn down by the White Zombie Elder sooner or later!"

After Shi Xiang finished speaking, he remained silent, but the hearts of the crowd stirred once again with his words.

Yang Hongguang hesitated, then Liu Ping calmly said, "Let's summarize our current resources. We've run out of glutinous rice, we have a few black dogs left, and we have more than enough virgin urine, but it's not very effective against zombies..."

Before long, the crowd dispersed.

Each family and faction sent three members to patrol together.

Just as Liu Ping returned to his room, a member of the clan rushed in: "Patriarch, Patriarch Shi Xiang has led several other patriarchs and their respective disciples in a breakout!" (End of Chapter)