Starting from Under One Person, sowing seeds across countless worlds

Although neither of them had ever been to Maoshan, it had been rumored for decades that immortals had once emerged from Maoshan.

Of course, the most important thing is the profession of Maoshan Taoist priests.

In these years of war and chaos, countless people have died far from home, and countless homes have been haunted by evil spirits. It's not too difficult for the Maoshan Taoist priests to make a living. In this day and age, what job isn't just about making a living?

Having followed my master for so many years, I not only get paid for helping out, but I also get good food. My life can be described as quite comfortable.

However, there are often many troubles. A few days ago, my master took on a job transporting corpses, but he was drunk that day, so he asked my fellow apprentice and me to transport the corpses home.

Those who die far from home cannot return to their hometown to rest in peace, nor can they be reincarnated; this is the greatest suffering.

The profession of corpse driver emerged under such circumstances.

Although the two brothers were only half-baked, they had learned most of the art of corpse driving.

Who knew that they would be ambushed on the way, and Nintendo's corpse was stolen. In the past few days, it has turned into a zombie and is causing trouble.

It's incredibly fierce; even my master couldn't subdue it. Last night, my master said he'd call his fellow disciples from Maoshan for help, and then—

Then he cursed all night, but his senior brother still didn't arrive.

"Pah! What kind of thing is Yi Mei that he dares to attack Senior Brother? I'll deal with him after I finish dealing with this zombie!"

Mama glared and burst into a tirade.

"Master, didn't you used to complain about your eldest master the most?"

Ah Hao said with a helpless expression.

The two of them had never met that senior master of Maoshan, or rather, the third-generation disciples of Maoshan rarely met other senior masters of Maoshan.

Firstly, due to the limitations of transportation in that era, connecting the two places was not a simple matter.

The journey was fraught with chaos and danger, compounded by evil spirits; the perilous nature of the trip was self-evident.

Secondly——

These disciples were actually recruited by the second-generation disciples themselves, and cannot yet be considered as members of the Maoshan sect.

Only after the new leader of Maoshan is confirmed, and these disciples reach a certain level of cultivation and hold an initiation ceremony at Maoshan, can they be considered legitimate Maoshan disciples.

Otherwise, he could only be considered half a Maoshan disciple at best.

If I don't learn anything in the future, then I might as well be considered a self-taught hermit.

Previously, the person that Master resented the most was that eldest grand-uncle. Even though Master could still say a good word about Lin Fengjiao, he never said anything good about the eldest grand-uncle.

"You don't know anything! Senior Brother is strict with me for my own good, Lin Fengjiao is such a bastard!"

He clenched his fist, thinking, "Damn it, I and Lin Fengjiao are not the same kind of people."

Ah-hao and Ah-qiang quickly shrank back. The two brothers had never seen their master with such an expression before; he looked like he wanted to kill someone.

I dare not say it, not even a little bit!

If they continued talking, Ah-hao and Ah-qiang were even worried that their master would get up and strangle them.

“Master Mama, Master Mama, there’s a group of people outside who want to see you.”

"Who goes there? I don't want to see them!"

She didn't even look up.

"He said his name is Lin Jiu!"

"Well, Lin Fengjiao, you dare to come here again!"

She got up abruptly and grabbed the peach wood sword beside her.

Chapter 183 Timed Space, Seeing Mama

The town was bustling with people, but everyone around them wore neck braces from the steel city and looked somewhat flustered.

"Is that guy, Mama, here?"

Su Mo and his group frowned, seemingly unhurried.

This left Ma Xiaoling feeling quite helpless. Originally, she and her group had come to sixty years ago to eliminate the zombie king, Jiang Chen.

The advisor's unhurried manner was actually making Ma Xiaoling a little anxious.

"Master, we don't have much time to waste here."

Ma Xiaoling reminded her.

Master Miaoshan made it clear that she could not sustain it.

It makes sense when you think about it.

After all, this thing transcends time and space; who knows when they'll be sent back?

"Don't worry, I've already fixed this era. Even if you want to live in this era, it won't be a problem."

Ma Xiaoling.

Although I know that my advisor often does some pretty outrageous things, isn't this going a bit too far?

Ma Xiaoling shut up.

Now, aside from a certain zombie, my advisor is probably having a really easy time.

Yan looked at Su Mo with some surprise.

Will they completely fix themselves in this era?

This is quite outrageous; it involves high-level applications of spacetime theory, doesn't it?

Su Mo was too lazy to explain to them.

Without the immense power of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries, I would never have been able to achieve this. I must return as soon as possible before Miao Shan can no longer hold on.

However, the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries exists in three time periods: the past, the present, and the future.

This gives Su Mo a natural advantage in understanding and using time. He may not be able to travel through time, but he won't be too far off.

Su Mo looked around the town.

Since I don't have to go back for the time being, I naturally don't need to worry now. Instead, I can go and see for myself what happened in this world after I left.

Of course, there was another reason, which was that he saw the impending calamity on Chizuru and Yotsugu's faces.

It might not be a fatal calamity, but it's certainly something that someone is plotting against, and I want to investigate it.

“That’s right, Mama’s right here. He seems to be in trouble lately.”

Lin Fengjiao looked at Su Mo and sighed.

Even now, I still don't know what happened.

The eldest brother is back?

The eldest brother is dead!

The two ideologies were constantly clashing, and even Lin Fengjiao didn't know who to believe.

To be fair, and even to speak from one's own heart, one's senior brother is already dead.

This is an indisputable fact.

Not only because his senior brother vanished before his very eyes, but also because his senior brother's name was no longer on the Book of Life and Death.

Logically speaking, it should be gone!

But Su Mo's behavior, the moves he used, and other things made Lin Fengjiao and the others think that this was their senior brother.

They couldn't understand it, but neither Lin Fengjiao nor Simu Qianhe continued to ask about it.

Because it seemed to have touched on some kind of taboo.

Despite still having many questions, Chizuru and Yotsuki left happily.

They also have disciples who cannot leave for too long.

After all, the world is currently in turmoil due to the rampant demons and monsters, and the blood of cultivators is a great tonic for these demons and monsters. It would be bad if something dangerous happened.

Now that he has lost his disciple and is all alone, he is also somewhat worried about Su Mo.

My senior brother was once possessed by a demon. Although I don't know exactly what happened back then, if I were there, I could handle whatever Su Mo did.

"What trouble?"

Ma Xiaoling asked curiously.

Lin Fengjiao glanced at Ma Xiaoling, and from Ma Xiaoling's words, Lin Fengjiao had actually deduced some things.

The outcome was so outrageous that even though Lin Fengjiao felt that this was the most likely possibility, she still found it hard to believe.

For example, Ma Xiaoling calls Su Mo "Master".

Although the second-generation disciples of Maoshan have all taken on apprentices, the third-generation disciples of Maoshan, while not exactly good-for-nothings, are at best just sorcerers.

Dare to take on apprentices?

Their master could beat them to death!

That leaves only one possibility. Take a deep breath.

Lin Fengjiao's eyes showed some relief. Ma Xiaoling's cultivation level was not much worse than her own, so it could be considered that there was a successor.

"A foreigner stole the corpse that Mama used to transport corpses. It's said that he injected it with hormones, which made the zombie very immune to Taoist magic!"

Lin Fengjiao said earnestly.

While there is some responsibility involved in this matter, the primary responsibility lies with the foreign PhD.

"Can hormone injections really achieve this level of results?!" Ma Xiaoling's eyes widened, her gaze shining.

I remember there's a method of corpse refining in the Maoshan tradition, right?

If a single injection of hormones could achieve this, wouldn't we be rolling in money?

"Oh dear, Master, what are you doing!"

Ma Xiaoling covered her head and looked at Su Mo with a resentful expression.

Hormones were hard to find in this era, but they are not in the modern world. If a new path is found, how will it be used to deal with Jiang Chen in the future?