Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

Lin Zhengdao said, "Yang Hongguang said he had never seen it either, but that demonic zombie was indeed with the white zombie old man, and there was some kind of special connection between them."

Liu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly: "Perhaps, the White Zombie Elder really has controlled the Demon Zombie?"

Lin Zheng disagreed: "With the cultivation level of a white zombie, it's impossible for such a monster to be controlled!"

Once a zombie has evolved to the White Zombie stage, it already possesses a considerable level of intelligence. Naturally, the Demon Zombie, which is at the next level, is even stronger.

The old man with the white zombie skin absolutely cannot suppress a demon zombie!
Zhang Huaidan nodded. The most important reason why he didn't kill the old white zombie directly was because of that demonic zombie!
Whether it was their first visit to the Liu family or a subsequent return.

As the old white zombie appeared, he could vaguely sense the demonic zombies underground.

However, even a white zombie old man who is focused on hiding is very difficult to find, so a demon zombie, as the darling of the earth, is even more difficult to capture.

The fact that the demonic zombies of over a hundred years ago were able to wipe out the entire lineage of corpse drivers was largely due to the earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic or technique).

Therefore, Zhang Huaidan kept a backup plan, to see if he could lure out the demonic zombie through the old white zombie!
White zombies for five years.

The demon zombies can hold out for at least twenty years.

If I capture ten or eight demonic zombies, I'll have enough Yin energy to maintain my Yin-Yang balance!

This is what I was thinking about.

Zhang Huaidan muttered to himself, "How can we catch that demonic zombie?"

Lin Zheng and Liu Ping exchanged a glance, their feelings becoming even more complicated. Master Huai Dan had become so engrossed in eliminating this great scourge that he had lost himself in the process!
A true person's heart is so noble and pure that it makes us all feel ashamed!
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Huaidan was at a loss for what to do; he couldn't very well dig three feet into the ground.

The demon zombies aren't stupid; they are the darlings of the earth, and their earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magical ability) is beyond comprehension. Even if you dug up the entire land of China, you might not be able to find them.

"Everyone has their own expertise, do you have any suggestions?"

The two were somewhat embarrassed, and Zhang Huaidan knew the answer.

"In addition, Yang Hongguang also confessed that the reason why the White Zombie Elder wanted to destroy my Corpse-Driving lineage was twofold: first, to seize the Corpse-Suppressing Compass from Senior Brother Lin Zheng's hands, and second, to obtain the core of my Liu Family's Yin-Gathering Array, which is that stone."

Zhang Huaidan was slightly surprised: "Oh?"

He didn't feel anything about the first point, but the second point was a bit more complicated.

Could it be that the old man with the white lizard knew that this was Taiyin Jade Marrow?

But if he hadn't called out his real name, even Liu Ping, the head of the Liu family, would have just thought it was a strange stone.

The reason why the Taiyin Jade Marrow is in the Liu family is because the Liu family's ancestors picked it up by chance.

At this moment, the old man with the white lizard also came for the jade marrow. This seemingly unintentional act may not be so unintentional after all.

Seeing the change in his expression, Liu Ping immediately began to explain in detail.

After listening to everything, Zhang Huaidan processed all the information in his mind and suddenly realized something: "Things are getting interesting."

……

In the forest.

The old man, now a white zombie, pleaded desperately, "General...save me..."

"waste!"

It was as if the earth was roaring, the sound heavy and dull, like an iron chisel striking the soul, sending chills down one's spine.

Listening closely, there's a stiffness in the voice, as if someone hasn't spoken in a long time.

The old man with the white zombie pleaded, "General...no...it's not me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly sank into the ground, as if swallowed by the earth.

Surrounded by darkness, the white-skinned old man breathed a sigh of relief, and the pain in his back seemed to lessen.

General, you will save him!
Given the general's prowess, even if he suffered ten fatal wounds, transferring him there wouldn't be a big deal.

As I pondered, something hard, cold, and sinister pressed against my back.

"Cast a spell!"

The pain in my back seemed to have been suppressed.

The old man with the white zombie was filled with greed. If he could control this general, who in the world of supernatural beings could stop him?

Even the old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain is probably nothing special.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the strong thoughts in his heart, he hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "Once I recover from my injuries, I will never forget the general's kindness."

……

The headquarters of Na Du Tong. The old monster Bai Jiang, who nearly destroyed the corpse-driving lineage, naturally attracted great attention from Na Du Tong.

"The demonic zombies are a calamity for the corpse-driving lineage, but with Master Huai Dan here, it shouldn't cause too much of a stir."

Zhao Fangxu analyzed the intelligence he had.

With the appearance of the demonic zombies, the corpse-driving lineage is now far inferior to what it was a hundred years ago. They honestly reported the problem and placed it on Zhao Fangxu's desk.

He also had concerns about this.

For the past few days, I've been trying to figure out which top influencer to ask for help, but with the news that Zhang Huaidan is still part of the corpse-driving lineage, I'm relieved.

It's a very simple principle: if Zhang Huaidan can handle it, then there's no need to worry about it.

If Zhang Huaidan can't handle it...

If even Zhang Huaidan couldn't handle it, then asking other extraordinary individuals wouldn't help either, and it was no longer a problem that he could handle entirely.

Therefore, Zhao Fangxu was completely relieved and stopped paying too much attention to it. However, another document gave him a headache, with three words written on it.

Ding Shian.

This is a request for help, a request from Quanxing to the company for assistance!
Zhao Fangxu frowned, carefully flipping through the pages. The more he read, the more shocked he became, even finding it utterly absurd.

"Master Huai Dan only left a wound as a slight punishment, yet in the vast world of supernatural beings, no one could heal him, and they had to turn to him?"

Zhao Fangxu's expression was extremely strange.

He didn't care about any grudges between Ding Shian and Master Huai Dan, nor would he interfere.

Ding Shian was injured by the real person and wanted to heal his injuries.

Quanxing, as an evil sect that has stood firm in the world of supernatural beings for so many years, and it is not without famous doctors within its ranks, actually went to the righteous sect for help with Ding Shian's injuries!
A sense of absurdity surged through Zhao Fangxu's mind, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to wear when looking at the document.

Although there is no record of Tu Junfang and others taking Ding Shian to seek medical treatment within the Quanxing sect, it is certain that they must have consulted renowned doctors within the Quanxing sect, and only when the problem remained unresolved did they consider seeking external assistance.

Zhao Fangxu's eyes flickered; Ding Shian, Tu Junfang, Yuan Tao...

These names represent not only reputation, but also connections within the Quanxing organization.

Even so, they were unable to cure Ding Shian!

"Even Feng Xingtong of the Feng family, who summoned the remnant soul of the national champion Wang Zizhong, was powerless to help?"

The information here already has a chilling tone. Zhao Fangxu is no stranger to the name of national champion Wang Zizhong.

Although he is dead, by using the method of binding spirits and commanding generals to possess his body, he can at least exert half of the strength he had before he was born.

The result was still ineffective.

So the question is, what exactly did Master Huaidan leave behind?
Is it really just a minor injury? ...

Meanwhile, Ding Shian, having displayed his disgraceful behavior at the Tang Clan's tomb, was slightly punished by Zhang Huaidan with a slap.

The injury left by this palm strike was extremely strange. Tu Junfang, Lü Liang, and Yuan Tao sought out Xue Bai, a famous doctor from Quanxing, known as the "Ghost Hand," for him.

Xue Bai used his signature Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles technique, but he was unable to heal Ding Shian's injuries, leading to the conclusion that no one in the Quanxing sect could cure him.

The three of them originally didn't want to pay any more attention to Ding Shian and let him fend for himself, but considering that they had already done so much for him, they didn't want to give up halfway, so they went to the Tianxia Society.

The former national champion, Wang Zizhong, had his soul captured by Feng Xingtong after his death, which might be able to cure Ding Shian.

After some twists and turns, the group successfully met Feng Zhenghao and his son, and Feng Xingtong agreed to have Wang Zizhong possess him for treatment.

……

Within the World Society, Feng Xingtong, possessed by a spirit, held silver needles and placed them on various acupoints all over Ding Shian's body. His technique was effortless and unpredictable; even a layman could see that the acupuncture he was using was extremely exquisite!

Tu Junfang and the other two held their breath, while Yuan Tao's thoughts raced.

Now they know that among the medical schools within the Quanxing Sect, Ghost Hand Xue Bai's medical skills are second to none, and no one dares to claim to be the best. His Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles have cured countless difficult and complicated diseases.

The secret skill that Ghost Hand Xue Bai had hidden away was actually just the result of a casual tip from Wang Zizhong during a medical exchange!

The real name of this amazing skill is not the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Hands, but the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate!
Ghost Hand Xue Bai has only scratched the surface of the matter, yet he already possesses the power to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. So what kind of magical power must Prince Zhong himself possess to perform the Thirteen Ghost Needles?
Although Prince Zhong is dead, Feng Xingtong, who is possessed by a yin spirit, can still perform at half the level, even if he can't perform at his full potential!
'Although Prince Zhong himself is dead, Feng Xingtong will surely be able to cure Ding Shian, and all our hard work will not have been in vain.'

Yuan Tao thought to himself.

'Xiao Ding, get well soon.'

Tu Junfang's gaze was deep and unfathomable.

Many of the Quanxing people are cold-hearted and ungrateful, but Tu Junfang greatly admires Ding Shian.

Previously, Yuan Tao did not want to join the World Society, but it was he who stood up and made his stance firm.

'Not comparing him to Zhang Huaidan, Ding Shian is undoubtedly one of the two heroes. This time, I've saved my life; what can I ask him to do for me?'

Lü Liang's mind raced.

The three had different thoughts, but they all felt that Ding Shian's recovery was a foregone conclusion!
After all, Feng Xingtong used the original Thirteen Ghost Needles!

Furthermore, in the end, Zhang Huaidan only left a light palm print; it couldn't possibly be incurable.

suddenly!

"Hiss~~"

Feng Xingtong dropped the last needle and gasped sharply!
'Smash!'

Unable to control himself, Feng Xingtong retreated violently, and the Yin spirit on his body dissipated in an instant!
His expression changed drastically; even the spirit of Prince Zhong's grandfather seemed to be filled with fear!
You should know that Prince Zhong has been dead for many years. His soul contains nothing but memories of his past life and the yin energy that sustains his existence.

At this moment, I am actually afraid!

Before any further surprise could arise, the palm print on Ding Shian's chest began to tremble rhythmically!
'Buzz! Whoosh!'

The thirteen silver needles that had been inserted into Ding Shian's body were forced out of his body as the palm print trembled, and even flew out and stuck into the ceiling.

Ding Shian fainted in agony.

Tu Junfang and the other two looked at this familiar scene with extreme bitterness and helplessness on their faces.

what is this?
Zhang Huaidan had only slapped Ding Shian once.

Even if you explain it to the extreme, it's still just this kind of thing.

Neither the body of Ding Shian was cut open, nor were his internal organs injured. No matter the method or the angle from which it was viewed, at most the skin and flesh were swollen a little.

But what's going on now?

Ghost Hand Xue Bai was at a loss, and even the possession of national champion Wang Zizhong still yielded no results.

This, this, this!
Isn't this a bit too outrageous!

Looking at the unconscious Ding Shian, the three of them were all somewhat bewildered, even numb.

Feng Zhenghao walked up to Feng Xingtong: "Xingtong?"

Feng Xingtong composed herself and said, "Father, I'm fine."

The father and son stared at the handprint on Ding Shian's chest, who was unconscious, and were speechless for a moment.

A chilling silence fell over the room. After a long while, Feng Xingtong murmured to himself, "What exactly is this?"

At first glance, it appears to be just an external injury, which will heal naturally with the body's natural healing power and the aid of time.

If you want to speed up the process, you might as well add some ice and some medicinal wine. Feng Xingtong felt that even without asking Wang Zizhong's remnant soul to possess him, the little knowledge he had learned was enough to heal him.

The problem is that even with the use of the legendary Thirteen Ghost Needles technique, the handprint still remains.

It seemed to be more than just a handprint or an external injury; it was etched into the depths of Ding Shian's soul, like an innate curse!
Feng Zhenghao didn't care about anything else: "Gentlemen, how exactly did Ding Shian get hit by this handprint?"

The three numb people looked at each other.

Tu Junfang replied in a hoarse voice, "Master Huaidan casually patted him, and then... that's how it happened..."

The Feng family father and son found it utterly absurd and unbelievable.

Feng Zhenghao said in a deep voice, "I have risked the world's condemnation to receive the three of you. My son even went so far as to have a spirit possess him to treat Ding Shian. I hope the three of you can tell the truth."

It's only natural to assume that the three of them lied.

Just snapping a quick photo?
What a ridiculous joke! The Quanxing people are indeed treacherous!
But this time, Feng Zhenghao really overthought things.

Upon hearing this, the three of them all gave wry smiles.

Tu Junfang sighed: "President Feng, we know that this is really outrageous, but it is the truth. To be honest, when we first heard it, we were even less convinced than you."

Feng Zhenghao's pupils shrank sharply as he suppressed his shock: "Was it really just Master Huaidan who casually patted him?"

The three nodded in silence.

A chill ran through his heart, and Feng Zhenghao could no longer maintain his composure; his expression changed like a still frame in a movie.

A casual snapshot reveals such horror.

Even when these people gathered together, they couldn't understand what this palm print actually was.

Has Master Huaidan become this outrageous after all this time?

A strong sense of regret welled up inside him, and Feng Zhenghao was stunned into place.

Silence returned.

It seems as if it will exist forever.

However, Ding Shian's painful groan upon waking broke the silence.

Feeling the state of his body, he was too weak to utter a single word, yet he understood everything, and a tear slid down his cheek.

Tu Junfang sighed, "President Feng, we've disturbed you this time. We'll leave with Ding Shian now."

Feng Xingtong hesitated, then said, "Actually..." (End of Chapter)