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Zhang Chulan's desperate roar could be heard; his voice was distorted.

Yang Yi leaned against the door frame, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Finally, the plot begins, which also means the fun begins.

Without alerting anyone, he concealed himself, like a shadow, silently attaching himself to Zhang Chulan as he hurriedly left the school.

The pitch-black night enveloped the silent cemetery.

This place is very different from usual today; a cold wind is blowing and paper money is scattered all over the ground.

When Zhang Chulan arrived here, he felt a sense of gloom. He had to be on high alert. Suddenly, he saw a girl dressed in slovenly clothes, her face covered in mud, carrying a shovel and digging in the graveyard.

This person was Feng Baobao.

Zhang Chulan subconsciously assumed that this was the person in front of him who had stolen his grandfather's body, so he immediately stepped forward to question him.

Yang Yi stood in the shadow of an old locust tree dozens of meters away, his vast senses quietly unfolding.

Wow, there are quite a lot of people.

Is it really necessary for the Quanxing gang to make such a fuss over Zhang Chulan, who has just emerged?

He carefully discerned the aura he sensed.

The one with the most alluring and seductive aura, exuding a captivating and alluring charm, is none other than "Bone-Scraping Knife" Xia He.

One person exuded a gloomy and reserved aura, as if he could stir up the deepest greed in people's hearts. He must be Shen Chong, the "seedling of disaster".

A person with an ethereal and unpredictable aura, seemingly able to silently stir emotions, driving people to madness or intoxication, must be Dou Mei, the "poison that pierces the intestines".

There was another person whose aura was chaotic and irritable, filled with destructive impulses; this must be "Thunder Smoke Cannon" Gao Ning.

The four madmen of Quanxing have all come.

Beside him was Lü Liang, who was skilled at manipulating memories, and a young girl named Liu Yanyan whose aura was mixed, revealing a clear stupidity mixed with a hint of fear.

This scene is quite different from the original story; this small cemetery has now gathered experts from all walks of life.

Could it be that my appearance caused some kind of butterfly effect?

As Yang Yi was pondering, a sudden change occurred in the arena.

Zhang Chulan's question has not yet received a response from Feng Baobao.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

One by one, pale, rotting arms suddenly emerged from the soft soil of the graveyard.

Immediately afterwards, one by one, corpses dressed in tattered funeral clothes and with stiff bodies staggered out of the ground.

Their stiff heads turned toward the few living people, their empty, lifeless eye sockets seemed to burn with eerie blue flames, and they made unintelligible "hoarse" sounds from their throats.

"Holy crap! Is he faking his death?!"

Zhang Chulan screamed in fright and instinctively took a few steps back, almost tripping over a mound of earth.

Feng Baobao's eyes remained calm; she merely moved her wrist slightly, as if she didn't take these zombies seriously.

"That's a lot."

She was just about to step forward and start cleaning up the "trash" when she realized what was going on.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Suddenly, several figures darted out from the bushes and shadows of the trees around the cemetery.

It was the Quanxing people who had been lying in wait for a long time.

Xia He swayed gracefully and was the first to approach, her captivating pink eyes staring intently at Zhang Chulan, exuding a seductive charm.

"Hey, little brother, you've got quite a temper."

Shen Chong and Dou Mei blocked Feng Baobao's path, one on each side.

Gao Ning stood a little further away, his hands in his pockets, his eyes full of mockery. He didn't think these unknown people in front of him were a match for them.

Lü Liang followed behind Xia He with Liu Yanyan, his gaze fixed on Zhang Chulan, who looked completely bewildered.

Zhang Chulan looked at the sudden appearance of so many people in front of him and couldn't help but want to complain.

Before he could react, he and Feng Baobao were surrounded by this group of uninvited guests.

Then Zhang Chulan felt a fragrant breeze waft towards him, followed by a sudden heat in his heart and a dizzying sensation in his head.

He bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain instantly sobered him up.

"Who are you people?! What do you want?!" he shouted at the group of people in front of him.

"It doesn't matter who we are."

Lü Liang stepped forward, a cynical smile on his face.

"The important question is, what secrets did your grandfather, Zhang Xilin, hide back then?"

"You should know the truth about the Jia Shen Rebellion, and the legendary 'Eight Extraordinary Skills,' right?"

When Feng Baobao saw that the group had separated her from Zhang Chulan, she immediately drew the watermelon knife from her waist.

"You guys are so annoying."

She wrinkled her nose, her figure blurred, and she rushed directly towards Shen Chong, who was closest to her, leaving a trail of afterimages behind her.

"Stop her!"

Upon seeing this speed, Shen Chong's eyes narrowed, and he immediately realized that the person in front of him was no ordinary person.

Dou Mei, who was beside him, immediately reacted, and an invisible wave spread out from her.

Feng Baobao, who was sprinting, suddenly stopped, as if she had fallen into a sticky swamp, and her speed suddenly decreased.

At the same time, Gao Ning also grinned.

The air around him seemed to become restless and agitated. An invisible pressure mixed with a violent aura enveloped Feng Baobao as if it were a physical entity, trying to ignite the negative emotions hidden in her heart and make her lose her usual composure.

Feng Baobao sensed the slowdown and frowned slightly, but her movements did not completely stop.

"Don't touch me!"

She let out a low shout, forcefully resisting the influence of Dou Mei's abilities, and slashed at Shen Chong with the watermelon knife, which cut through the wind with a sharp sound.

Shen Chong dared not take the blow head-on, and nimbly retreated while pressing down with both hands.

A strange suction force emanated from his palm, seemingly drawing away the vitality of the surroundings, even pulling on the Qi that naturally emanated from Feng Baobao's body.

The manic atmosphere created by Gao Ning and the sensory interference from Dou Mei were like two invisible nets, constantly enveloping Feng Baobao.

For a moment, Feng Baobao was restrained by Shen Chong, Dou Mei, and Gao Ning, who each possessed strange abilities.

She possessed formidable physical skills and astonishing Qi, but with the skillful coordination of the three opponents, she was trapped in a quagmire and found it difficult to break through their encirclement immediately.

Chapter 175 The Golden Greatsword

On the other side, Xia He brought her face close to Zhang Chulan's and blew a breath on his face.

"Little brother, tell your big sister everything you know, and I'll take good care of you."

Her voice was languid and fatally seductive, every word seemingly stirring the heartstrings.

Zhang Chulan was shocked. How could a virgin like him stand this? He knew he couldn't continue to be passive like this.

He forcefully suppressed the panic in his heart and the strange feeling coming from his body, stomped his foot hard, and the meager Qi in his body began to circulate wildly at an unprecedented speed.

A thin but exceptionally pure golden light instantly covered his body.

"Golden Light Curse!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Xia He's eyes, as if she hadn't expected that this seemingly ordinary college student would actually know the authentic Taoist Celestial Master's Mansion Golden Light Mantra.

The familiar golden light before her eyes made her thoughts wander, and she couldn't help but think of that man.

But then she saw the fragility of the golden light before her, and a disdainful smile appeared on her lips.

"Is that all the pathetic tricks you have?"

She didn't even bother to take it seriously, just waved it casually.

An even richer, more alluring pink energy slammed into Zhang Chulan.

"Oh!"

The golden light on Zhang Chulan's body was as fragile as paper and was directly shattered by this force.

The powerful impact sent him flying.

"boom!"

He crashed heavily into a cold tombstone, but fortunately, after years of cultivation, his body was still in good condition.

A look of seriousness flashed in Zhang Chulan's eyes. Although he had withstood the attack, he knew he was no match for the people in front of him, but he did not give up.

He reactivated the Golden Light Mantra, and at the same time, his right hand suddenly formed a crooked hand seal, which he forcefully struck at Xia He, who was approaching again.

"Look at my little white worm!"

He roared, and with a crackling sound, an extremely weak, tiny white arc of electricity, as thin as a finger, shot out from his palm and flew straight toward Xia He.

Xia He looked at the almost negligible "little white worm" and her lips twitched involuntarily.

What a weak lightning spell! She didn't even bother to dodge; she simply raised her protective qi and let the faint arcs of electricity strike her.

The electric arc only caused a ripple on the pinkish aura on her body before completely dissipating.

“It’s really disappointing.”

Xia He shook her head, as if she had lost interest.

She raised her hand again, and pink Qi condensed into a whip shadow, which lashed mercilessly at Zhang Chulan who had fallen to the ground.

"Oh!"

Zhang Chulan was sent flying again, this time the impact was even more severe, he felt as if his internal organs were about to shift, and his vision went black.

"Too weak, really too weak."

Looking at Zhang Chulan, who was almost powerless to resist, Liu Yanyan's last bit of hesitation vanished.