Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

Lin Zheng was stunned. What did that mean? If he couldn't use the pure Yang blood to purify the compass, what else could he use?
Liu Ping was also puzzled. Ma Youcai's actions were right before his eyes, proving that pure yang blood could purify the compass from impurities.

If a real person says something like that, is it just a sudden whim to try purifying it with other liquids?

Liu Ping gave him a cold war, stopping this unscrupulous thinking.

At this moment, Ma Youcai said seriously, "Master Huaidan, only blood containing pure Yang energy can wash away the filth on the compass; other bodily fluids will not work."

After a series of strange changes, his thinking seemed to be elevated, enabling him to face the real person before him with a composure he could never have imagined before.

Upon hearing his words, everyone reacted with varying expressions.

Liu Yanyan blushed slightly. What Brother Cai said was really strange. What did he mean by "other bodily fluids"?
Liu Ping glanced at the corner of his mouth; Ma Youcai had actually thought of the same thing as him.

Hei Guan'er was quite shocked, and he looked at Ma Youcai with new respect; he really dared to think big.

Zhang Huaidan was both amused and exasperated: "No need for such trouble, isn't this a very simple matter?"

The people around were taken aback. Lin Zheng and Liu Pingdu wondered if they had misheard. Simple?
This has absolutely nothing to do with the word "simple"!

Even those who weren't part of the corpse-driving lineage found it strange.

Ma Youcai's face was still pale, which was enough to show how serious the contamination the compass had suffered.

Master Huai Dan actually said it was simple; isn't that a bit too presumptuous of him?
Ma Youcai looked at him solemnly: "Master Huaidan, it's not that I don't believe in your abilities, but purifying the Corpse-Suppressing Compass is definitely not a simple matter!"

Zhang Huaidan smiled slightly, said nothing more, and simply reached out and casually touched the compass.

Even the serious Ma Youcai couldn't help but find it a little funny as he watched his nonchalant actions.

Master Huai Dan, after all, did not come from the lineage of corpse driving. Perhaps he had a pure yang bloodline that was superior to his, but so what?
The filth that the corpse-suppressing compass received was by no means...

A burst of dazzling light shot out!

The intense light, the moment it appeared, easily melted away Ma Youcai's thoughts. It wasn't just the brightness of the light, but also the overwhelming masculine energy it exuded.

The intense light did not last long, and the masculine energy quickly dissipated.

Everyone stood there, stunned, watching Zhang Huaidan hand over the Corpse-Suppressing Compass.

"it is ready."

Lin Zheng stared silently at the corpse-suppressing compass handed to him. He felt like he had become a soulless walking corpse, and even raising his hand was a luxury.

"It's fake, it's fake, right..."

Ma Youcai muttered to himself, the self he had found by chance, the composure he had finally gained in facing his youth, was now violently shaken, like white clouds in the sky that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

He shuddered violently and let out a scream: "This is impossible!"

Yes, absolutely not.

What did Zhang Huaidan do?
He did nothing!
Reach out and gently wipe?
what is this!
Ma Youcai would rather watch him use another kind of bodily fluid to irrigate the Corpse-Suppressing Compass!
The shrill sound echoed in all directions, and Liu Ping shuddered, his voice trembling: "Master, this, this is no joke!"

Master Huaidan...

That's so naughty!

It's one thing if you don't want to use pure Yang blood to purify the Corpse-Suppressing Compass, but why make such a joke of yourself?
Liu Ping's mind raced, and a flash of inspiration struck him—he understood!

He got it!
The tracking of the demonic zombie must have put a lot of psychological pressure on the real person as well, not to mention others.

To relieve this psychological pressure.

To make everyone feel more at ease, Master Huaidan made a small joke.

'I see. ’

Liu Ping remained calm and nodded inwardly.

As for the intense light and masculine energy just now, that's easy to explain.

Master Huaidan used a minor spell!
Zhang Huaidan didn't care about other people's reactions: "Why don't you take it?"

Lin Zheng then felt his soul return to his body, no longer a walking corpse, and slowly stretched out his hand mechanically.

The forest was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; everyone's eyes were fixed on the hands that were approaching the Corpse-Suppressing Compass.

'It's fake, it must be fake.'

Ma Youcai cried out in his heart.

"Master Huaidan is definitely joking with us!"

Liu Ping's resolve was unwavering.

Finally, Lin Zheng took the Corpse-Suppressing Compass with both hands. In an instant, his pupils dilated, his body trembled, and he did something that no one expected.

He threw the corpse-suppressing compass out!
Under the watchful eyes of several people, the Corpse-Suppressing Compass traced a graceful parabola, and just as it was about to hit the ground, a pair of large hands caught it steadily.

It's a clarinet.

Holding the Corpse-Suppressing Compass, Hei Guan'er raised an eyebrow and instantly understood why Lin Zheng had thrown it out.

hot!
It's too hot!
A burning sensation spread from my palms to my arms, and in the blink of an eye, all the joints in my body felt as if they had been scalded with boiling water.

Hei Guan'er's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to put down the Corpse-Suppressing Compass, the burning sensation suddenly subsided and quickly dissipated.

His eyes were slightly dazed; the feeling he had just experienced seemed to be just an illusion.

Calming down, he said, "Since it is a priceless heirloom of the corpse-driving lineage, it would be best if you did not discard it carelessly."

These words jolted Lin Zheng awake from his reverie. He quickly took the book back, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

As the Corpse-Suppressing Compass left his hand, Hei Guan'er felt a sense of loss, as if he had lost something precious.

Just as I was feeling surprised, I suddenly realized that the flow of Qi in my body was much smoother than it had been moments before, especially in my joints.

It's like changing the lubricant on a machine; it feels better than ever before, and its strength has even increased slightly.

'Was that the burning sensation from the corpse-suppressing compass just now?'

A slight tremor rose in Hei Guan'er's astonished heart.

Looking at Zhang Huaidan so close to him, the shock suddenly intensified several times, mixed with an inescapable sense of disbelief.

Through years of rigorous training, his physical body had long since reached a critical point. To take another step forward, he didn't know how much sweat and effort he would have to put in.

But what just happened?

Their strength has actually improved slightly?
Thinking of this, Hei Guan'er was even a little confused. Was it that the Corpse-Suppressing Compass, the treasure passed down by the Corpse-Driving lineage, originally had this effect, or was it something else?

He felt as if he were floating on clouds. If what had just happened wasn't an illusion, then this Corpse-Suppressing Compass was severely tainted, and even if it truly possessed such power, it wouldn't be able to function.

When Master Huaidan casually touched the compass, it was as good as new, all the filth gone. But the residual effects actually benefited someone of his level!
The clarinet was lost in thought, its mind drifting to a distant place.

After the battle at Biyou Village, he realized that this True Man Huai Dan was the most incredible being in the world.

As more and more news came in, while shocking, it was also acceptable, after all, he was Zhang Huaidan.

But even now, I still feel a strong sense of disorientation.

I can't calm my mind.

As the clarinet drifted off into his own thoughts, Lin Zheng pursed his lips. In truth, the reason he had lost the Corpse-Suppressing Compass earlier was not solely due to its scorching heat.

Even a red-hot branding iron couldn't make him abandon the treasured heritage of the corpse-driving lineage.

The most important reason lies in the earthquake that occurred within my heart.

Looking at the corpse-suppressing compass in his hand, now devoid of any black or red color, and feeling the masculine energy emanating from it like a dormant volcano, Lin Zheng slowly raised his head.

Their eyes met, the young Taoist smiled and nodded, but Lin Zheng's hands trembled uncontrollably, and he lowered his head.

"Senior Brother Lin Zheng, the compass, the corpse-suppressing compass..."

In a short time, Liu Ping thought to himself a thousand times that Zhang Huaidan was joking.

He was almost completely convinced in his heart, but Lin Zheng's expression stirred up a storm within him.

There was even a hint of longing in his eyes, hoping that Lin Zheng would give him the answer he wanted.

In contrast, Ma Youcai, who was not far away, stared wide-eyed, his eyelashes trembling!
"Ugh!"

Lin Zheng sighed deeply: "Master Huai Dan has cleansed the Corpse-Suppressing Compass of all its impurities!"

This should have been something to be happy about, no, something to be celebrated!
Once the impurities of the Corpse-Suppressing Compass are removed, its power will undoubtedly be even greater.

If we were to actually face off against a demonic zombie, our chances of winning would naturally increase.

however……

"Really...really?" Liu Ping muttered to himself in a daze. He seemed to hear the sound of a mountain collapsing. So Zhang Huaidan wasn't joking after all?

His eyes were vacant and his body swayed, so Liu Yanyan quickly supported him.

"Impossible! I don't believe this is true!"

Ma Youcai screamed!
His master must be playing a trick on him!
The filth on the Corpse-Suppressing Compass was removed just like that?
What a joke!
Removing that last bit of filth was more difficult than all the previous ones combined!

Even if he drained all his pure yang blood, he might not be able to restore the Corpse-Suppressing Compass!
But what did Zhang Huaidan do?

He did nothing!
If you can clean up the filth with a simple swipe, then what about all the blood he lost earlier?
Fake, all fake!
Ma Youcai kept shaking his head until his eyes were blurry and his hair was disheveled, but he still stubbornly refused to admit the truth!
Seeing this, Lin Zheng couldn't bear it. The shock he felt was no less than anyone else's, perhaps even greater, because he held in his hand the Corpse-Suppressing Compass—not just the restored Corpse-Suppressing Compass, but also…

Lin Zheng gritted his teeth: "Youcai, accept this fact! The Corpse-Suppressing Compass..."

He glanced cautiously at Zhang Huaidan, then closed his eyes again, his face showing a grim expression: "Not only has he recovered, but... he has recovered to the state before he was defiled."

The last syllable trembled slightly, and as the sound waves vibrated the air, Liu Ping, who was trembling slightly, froze in place, like a robot struck by electromagnetic waves.

Refusing to admit it, Ma Youcai, who was shaking his head frantically, froze completely, rolled his eyes, and fell heavily to the ground.

Even Liu Yanyan was stunned.

Black Pipe, who had been lost in thought, snapped out of it and stared at the four people's reactions. A question popped into his mind: Was it really necessary to be like this?
His dazed gaze slowly shifted, meeting Lin Zheng's eyes, where the look of despair deepened.

As a complete novice, how could I possibly understand the absurdity of this result?

The Corpse-Suppressing Compass was already severely tainted, and even with Ma Youcai's use of pure Yang blood, it would take a long time to restore it.

But this recovery.

It doesn't mean that it can be restored to its state before it was defiled!

It's a very simple logic: if you write something on a blank sheet of paper and then erase it with an eraser, is the blank sheet of paper still the same blank sheet of paper?
No matter how good the paper is, it will inevitably suffer some damage.

Therefore, when the Corpse-Suppressing Compass was recovered, Lin Zheng had a hunch that it would only be able to unleash about 80% of its original power in the future!
But now?
How should we explain this now?
The so-called long period of time is but a fleeting moment, and it has been perfectly restored to its former full power!

It was as if it had never been defiled!
Lin Zheng considered himself not to be a person who would make a fuss over nothing, but all of this was simply due to Zhang Huaidan's casual touch!
Given this unbelievable outcome, the fact that he didn't freeze up like Liu Ping or faint like Ma Youcai already shows that his state of mind far surpasses that of the two of them!
My heart was filled with turbulent waves, thunder and lightning.

Lin Zheng turned his head hesitantly, looking at the instigator who had caused all of this.

He was like the very essence of a raging wave, like the source of lightning. This thought had just surfaced when it was ruthlessly suppressed.

Even waves and lightning cannot fully describe its magnitude.

Lin Zheng was bewildered, more bewildered than ever before. He couldn't suppress the true voice deep within his heart, muttering to himself, "Master Huai Dan, what... exactly are you?"

The clarinet shuddered, and his face twitched violently.

Lin Zheng also trembled violently, his face filled with fear: "Master, I, I'm not..."

"I see."

Zhang Huaidan chuckled softly: "I am who I am."

In an instant, Lin Zheng's back was soaked with sweat. He smiled sheepishly, feeling as if he had survived a disaster.

Master Huai Dan is truly magnanimous, beyond the reach of others. What was wrong with him just now that he asked such a stupid question?

But was that really foolish?
Isn't that his truest thought?

We both have human form, but beneath that skin, is there really everything a human being should have?

Lin Zheng sighed deeply.

My legs felt weak and I collapsed to the ground.

Black Pipe shook his head and said, "Master, I think these people need more rest."

Lin Zheng gave a wry smile. Apart from Ma Youcai and Zhang Huaidan, no one else had done anything, but now he really didn't want to take a single step.

It wasn't physical exhaustion, but rather mental depletion.

Zhang Huaidan nodded slightly. In his perception, the thing that bore his mark and resembled a demonic zombie had also stopped.

Everyone rested in silence. Liu Yanyan calmed down a bit and stared at Zhang Huaidan's figure. Unconsciously, she bit her lip until it bled.

Upon seeing this scene, Liu Ping, whose mind had returned to his body, could only sigh inwardly.

When I tried to move my hands and feet, I immediately heard a sickening grinding sound from my joints; it turned out that my hands and feet were completely numb.

I rested for a while.

He then regained control of his body. (End of Chapter)