The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Wang Wen suddenly sprang to his feet, his flesh and blood flying everywhere, stunning everyone in the room.

Before everyone could react, Wang Wen's fierce figure, holding his silver spear upside down and moving like a shooting star, had already disappeared from everyone's sight.

After a brief moment of silence, chaos erupted in the hall. Some screamed in terror, others shouted angrily. Outside, the Ma family and the Tian family, who had been exchanging pleasantries a moment before, suddenly turned on each other and started fighting.

"Click."

Golden thunder roared in the courtyard, the deafening boom drowning out the boisterous shouts.

With a calm and composed expression, Zhang Tianshi walked slowly to the entrance of the main hall. He glanced over everyone present, and the majesty contained in his deep, unwavering eyes was more intimidating than any murderous or malevolent aura.

The Ma family and Tian family members who were fighting fiercely outside the door were intimidated by his eyes, which seemed to have thunder as their background music. They unconsciously stopped their cursing and spells, and dared not make any further moves.

"Old Taoist Zhang Jizu of Longhu Mountain".

Master Zhang slowly spoke, his aged voice steady and powerful: "The person who just chased after that evil heretic was Wang Wen, a high-ranking Taoist priest of the Maoshan generation of the Shangqing Sect of the Zhengyi Daoist School, also known as the General Who Subdues Demons of Huainan, whose Taoist name is Hunshi."

"We two have come here today to investigate the true culprit behind this conflict between our Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion and the Xiangxi Witchcraft Clan. Now that the culprit has appeared and the situation is clear, we urge you all not to act rashly. Instead, actively confess your crimes of colluding with evil spirits and heretics, and strive for leniency. This is the right path. Those who stubbornly resist... deserve to die!"

After he finished speaking, everyone present fell silent for a few seconds.

The silence in the courtyard was broken by a roar filled with shock and rage: "Old hag, you actually colluded with Longhu Mountain to harm your own people? Aren't you afraid that the Miao people will rise up against you and you will be infamous for eternity?"

Grandma Ma stared silently at Old Tian, ​​her eyes filled with both helplessness and disdain: 'At a time like this, how can you still ask such a foolish question?'

She couldn't help but reflect on what had gotten into her before, that she had actually thought of joining forces with this fool to destroy Longhu Mountain...

Enraged by her gaze, Tian Laosi stepped forward, his face flushed, intending to question Grandma Magu again.

Just then, a bolt of golden lightning, thicker than a thigh, suddenly fell from nowhere and struck him precisely on the top of his head, which was wrapped in a floral headscarf.

"boom."

The deafening thunder arrived late, causing everyone around Tian Laosi in the courtyard to instinctively take two steps back. They stared in horror at Tian Laosi, whose face was blackened, who was foaming at the mouth, and whose body was emitting wisps of smoke, and swallowed hard.

The people present were all high-ranking members of the Ma and Tian families. How could they not see that although Old Master Tian was not yet dead, he was only on his last breath?

Grandma Magu, secretly startled, suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Tianshi behind her, only to meet a pair of cold eyes...

She sighed inwardly, her mind in turmoil, but her face remained calm and dignified as she spoke loudly: "Fellow members of the Tian family, please come inside and sit down. Do not make any moves that could cause misunderstanding. My Ma family will do everything in our power to clear your names and ensure your safety... We will discuss everything after General Wang has dealt with that evil heretic."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianshi gave her a deep look, then looked away and solemnly gazed in the direction from which the muffled striking sounds were coming from.

……

On the other side, Wang Wen suppressed the old diver Qing, who had regained his true form, and punched, kicked, and stabbed him with his silver spear, smashing through countless brick houses and stilted buildings, carving out a straight path in the maze-like Ma family old house, forcing the old diver out of the Ma family old house.

"Moo!"

As soon as they left the village, Hei Erniu charged out with all its might.

Wang Wen borrowed the road and mounted the ox. The two black oxen lowered their heads and charged forward. During the wild run, they reverted to their original form as black Qilin, with their momentum, strength, and speed increasing dramatically.

Using the momentum of the ox, Wang Wenren transformed his twelve-foot silver spear into an eighteen-foot spear. He bent down, becoming one with the ox, and thrust the spear forward with all his might, striking the green one who had been brutally beaten and whose legs had not even touched the ground.

"clang."

The silver spear pierced the chest of the young man, which was covered with thick black hair, and there was another booming sound like the clash of metal, like the sound of a bronze bell.

But Wang Wen's heart suddenly sank...

Judging from his years of experience stabbing people, his shot didn't even pierce the old diver's skin!

It's understandable that the old diver wasn't pierced during the "leaving the village" journey, since he hadn't used his full strength anyway.

Besides, zombies are known for their thick skin, so it's normal for them to be a bit tough.

But this shot, he didn't need to use his full strength, and even with the help of Hei Erniu, was already an extraordinary performance.

But even this shot couldn't pierce the old diver's skin.

If you can't even scrape it, how can you give a massage?
What dynasty is this old diver from? How can he be so resilient?
Great Zhou?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. Even if a royal zombie were equipped with a Thunderfire Alchemy Coffin, along with buffs from close relatives' blood and cultivators' blood, it would be impossible to raise such a ferocious creature in a short period of time!
More like the Western Zhou Dynasty!

Wang Wen's mind raced, but his hands never stopped, he just kept outputting.

Lower level spear, middle level spear, upper level spear, like a roc spreading its wings and a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.

Ninefold Strength, Thunderclap Fist, Crimson Palace Thunder...

Miss, Miss, Miss...

The violent martial arts energy and mystical techniques bombarded the dense forest, quickly blasting all the stones and trees blocking the way to dust, carving out a wide road through the rugged and dense forest that was wide enough for a horse-drawn carriage.

But they still couldn't scrape off a single patch of oily skin.

"Hey, you're already done for? Give it your all! Did you skip lunch?"

After being beaten up for half a day, Qing suddenly spoke up, even yawning in boredom as he spoke.

Wang Wen replied speechlessly, "Boss, we're warming up, can you please shut up?"

Qing asked with great interest, "What is a warm-up?"

Wang Wen: "It's just about stretching and warming up..."

Qing: "So you mean you have even more powerful moves? Show them to me, let me taste them!"

Wang Wen: "Holy crap, we're fighting to the death, can't you be serious?"

Qing: "Seriously? I'm afraid if I get serious, you'll die right now. I've been stuck at the bottom of the lake for so many years, and it's rare to meet such an interesting person. I'd like to play with you a little longer!"

Wang Wen: "If you put it that way, then I'm really going to get serious!"

Upon hearing this, Qing slammed on the brakes, brushed off the slightly dirty hair on his chest, and a look of anticipation appeared on his ferocious face, which resembled that of a chimpanzee. The scarlet light in his eyes shone even brighter: "Come, come, let me taste just how real your true power really is!"

With his silver spear touching the ground, Wang Wen suppressed his breathing and carefully examined the old diver with a solemn gaze. He discovered that the black fur on its body was not the black fur of a zombie, but seemed to be natural fur!
After discovering this, he observed the old diver more closely and found that his chimpanzee-like physique did not seem to be a result of zombie-like degeneration, but rather a congenital feature.

He pondered for a moment, filled with doubt and uncertainty, but unable to find an answer, he simply asked bluntly, "Hey, what exactly are you?"

Qing curled her lip in disdain: "Are you polite? You've learned all the manners of your human race, but you've forgotten them all?"

Wang Wen: "Then you're not human either, why should I talk to you about manners?"

Qing thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "That's right. I'm not a human being, so why are you talking to me about manners?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Wen exclaimed in surprise, "You really are a giant monkey zombie?"

Qing froze for a second, then his expression suddenly changed. He bared his fangs and yelled, "You're the big monkey! Your whole family are big monkeys! Do your big monkeys look like me?"

Wang Wen scratched his head; he felt something was off about today's fight...

This old diver is incredibly smooth-talking!
Is it really a zombie?

Are you really a zombie?

Wang Wen expressed his refusal to engage in internal strife, and when he had doubts, he spoke directly: "It doesn't seem quite right to me."

Qing: "What's wrong with it? Zombies aren't as handsome as me, are they?"

"No, you're all equally ugly..."

Wang Wen shook his head, indicating that it was overthinking it: "The zombies I know don't have such a sharp tongue as you."

Qing asked, speechless, "Can you speak human language?"

Wang Wen pointed to himself: "Read after me, 'Japanese Enren,' I'm all alone, how is what I'm saying not human language?"

Qing scratched its head, suddenly feeling that today's fight was a bit strange... No, I was just arguing with you, and I was sure I could beat you!

What right do you have to talk back to me?

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Ao also voiced the question that had been lingering in her mind: "But I'm a zombie!"

"Then I'm still the Demon-Slaying General..."

Wang Wen replied, puzzled, "But I haven't seen you afraid of me."

"Can these be the same thing?"

Qing instinctively replied, but then suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked Wang Wen up and down with suspicion: "You little brat, do you have some kind of background? If you're here from above for training, you should have said so earlier. We're all people of status, there's no need to fight to the death..."

Wang Wen looked bewildered: "What do you mean, 'coming down from above for training'?"

Qing immediately realized what was happening, and then brushed off his chest hair again, saying disdainfully, "If you didn't come down from above, what are you pretending to be so powerful for?"

Wang Wen was baffled: "What am I pretending for? Just because I'm not from above doesn't mean I can't be afraid of you."

Qing: "You're not from above, so why aren't you afraid of me?"

Wang Wen: "That's right, I didn't come down from above, why should I be afraid of you?"

Qing: "You're asking me?"

It had barely uttered the words when it suddenly realized something and looked at Wang Wen incredulously: "Could it be that you really have some powerful move hidden that can hurt me?"

Wang Wendu was shocked: "You saw through that? What are you even? Nobody's as shrewd as you!"

Qing was even more shocked than him: "There really is? Impossible, absolutely impossible. You're not from above, how could you possibly have a move that could hurt me?"

Wang Wen: "Aren't you annoying? You keep repeating the same thing over and over... You tell me first, what exactly are you? After you tell me, I'll tell you what moves I have that can hurt you!"

Qing asked, half-believing, half-doubting, "Really?"

Wang Wen patted his chest and said, "If you don't ask around in Yangzhou, who doesn't know the name of me, Wang Tiger, the Honest Young Master?"

Qing immediately replied, "I am a zombie, didn't you recognize me?"

Wang Wenyi also denied it without hesitation: "Impossible, how could a zombie have such a clever mind and quick tongue as you!"

Qing replied honestly, "Ordinary zombies are of course no match for me, but can I be an ordinary zombie? I am a wandering zombie, you know what a wandering zombie is? I can reach the heavens above and descend into the netherworld below. Immortals bow to me, and spirits call me fellow Daoist. I am the king of zombies, the immortal of zombies!"

Wang Wen was somewhat convinced, after all, it was an undeniable fact that he couldn't break through this guy's thick skin.

but……

"When the Heavenly Court and the Underworld withdrew from this world, how could they have left you out?"

He asked, puzzled, "Isn't this just creating trouble for future generations?"

Qing was even more puzzled than him: "You know I'm a zombie, aren't you afraid of me?"

Wang Wen: "Can you stop interrupting me? Why did you get left out when the Heavenly Court and the Underworld withdrew from this world?"

Qing thought for a moment and then answered truthfully, "I don't know either. Maybe they're too busy to pay attention to me, or maybe I'm just honest..."

Wang Wen: "Honest? If you were honest, why would you be out here stirring up trouble?"

Qing: "What you're saying makes no sense. In this great age, you humans are allowed to fight, but we other races aren't? You don't understand that those who lack foresight will face immediate troubles?"

Wang Wen thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "What you said makes some sense... Never mind, at most you're just a knife in this matter, so let's assume you're honest for now."

Upon hearing this, Qing retorted indignantly, "What makes you think I'm just a knife? Can't I be a chess player?"

Wang Wen looked at him with disdain: "With a brain like yours, you think you're qualified to play chess?"

Although it was his first time meeting the old diver, he could tell from the psychological connection between brutes that the old diver was also a brute who used his muscles more than his brains.

To put it another way, given the old diver's capabilities, if he wanted to take down Longhu Mountain or even the Zhengyi sect, he could have simply gone up Longhu Mountain and flattened the Celestial Master's Mansion. He wouldn't have needed to create so much trouble and waste his time!

This shows that... the mastermind behind this is really ambitious!

It might be much bigger than he expected!
Qing was somewhat annoyed by his mockery, but had nothing to say.

Because it is indeed not a chess-playing corpse...

After all, it really didn't want to provoke Zhang Daoling's descendants.

"I've said so much, now it's your turn to speak, isn't it?"

It said indignantly, "What kind of tricks do you have that can hurt me? Hey, if you have some powerful connections, just say so. We can talk things over. Don't let things turn out badly and we end up not recognizing each other!"

Wang Wen looked at it strangely: "You've been stuck at the bottom of Taihu Lake all these years, haven't you? Just eavesdropping on the boatmen's chatter, haven't you?"

Qing replied matter-of-factly, "What else?"

Wang Wen: "You really have a lot of free time..."

Qing: "Can you please not change the subject?"

Wang Wen smiled and said meaningfully, "You'll find out what powerful move I have that can hurt you after a couple more exchanges..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he launched into action with zero frames, his hand forming the Five Thunder Technique, chanting incantations as he pointed at Qing Yizhi and roared, "Hmph!"

With a "sizzle" sound, a straight and condensed golden thunderbolt, like a laser, shot out from his two sword fingers and struck Qing's chest with lightning speed.

Qingyan was initially unconcerned about the lightning strike, but as the crimson lightning struck its body, a warning suddenly arose in its mind. In the nick of time, it crossed its arms in front of its chest and blocked the lightning.

"Zizzizi..."

A straight bolt of lightning struck its arms, its immense force propelling its massive body backward until its feet sank into the mud.

A few breaths later, the lightning dissipated, and Wang Wen, his face pale, was panting heavily.

Qing stared blankly at the steel needle stuck in her arm, her face full of disbelief.

Has the defense been breached?
It was actually breached by a human cultivator?
What exactly is this little thing?

"What's the meaning behind your move?"

The blood-red light in its pupils gradually dimmed, revealing beautiful silver eyes that looked at Wang Wen with admiration: "In the past thousand years, you are the first mortal cultivator who could injure me with a half-immortal realm!"

"This move?"

Wang Wen stared at the yang needles embedded in its flesh, pondering as he went back to forge a new magical artifact to complement this move: "This move is called the Electromagnetic Cannon!"

Long before he had mastered the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, he felt that simply using thunder magic to fight enemies was too crude.

He's a well-educated man who's gone through nine years of compulsory education, how could he use such primitive techniques to fight his enemy?
After much deliberation, he developed this technique, using compressed lightning instead of gunpowder as a propellant to launch concealed weapons...

It seems that the development of this move has been successful. He tried his best but could not break through the old diver's defense, but the electromagnetic cannon shot the yang needle into the old diver's flesh.

If the mother and child yin-yang needles had been compatible, the power of this shot would have been even greater!

In an instant, the shape of a bullet and the design of the gun barrel rifling appeared in his mind.

"Electromagnetic gun?"

Qing couldn't understand what he was saying, but he still nodded in a pretentious manner and said, "That's interesting... but this move alone can't hurt me!"

"I know the real killer move is yet to come!"

Wang Wen's mind was overflowing with inspiration, and he couldn't wait to integrate his design into his martial arts. He gripped the reins tightly, squeezed the Qilin's belly, and charged forward with his silver spear: "Take three hundred of my spears first!" (End of Chapter)