As a dignified max-level Celestial Master, who am I supposed to explain this to?

three days later.

Longhu Mountain, outside the mountain gate.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Qingyuan stood with three elders under the stone archway, their faces as solemn as the sky before a storm.

Because nine coffins were neatly arranged on the bluestone steps outside the mountain gate.

This is not an ordinary coffin.

Each coffin was made of the finest golden nanmu wood, with blood-red runes carved on the lids. The runes emitted a strong stench of death, causing the surrounding vegetation to wither and turn black.

The coffins were arranged in a strange formation, resembling some ancient, evil ritual.

At the very front of the nine coffins stood a man.

The man looked to be in his forties, tall and slender, with a fair complexion and no beard. He was wearing a long black robe and toying with two iron gallbladders in his hands.

He was handsome, but his eyes were as sinister as a venomous snake's; a single glance from him felt like being doused with ice water from head to toe.

Behind him, the lids of the nine coffins vibrated simultaneously, making a "clattering" sound, as if something inside was eager to rush out.

"Zhang Qingyuan".

The man spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "Long time no see, how have you been?"

Zhang Qingyuan's brows furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川" (chuan).

"Yin Jiuyou".

He uttered the name in a deep voice, a hint of fear in his tone, "You still dare to come to Longhu Mountain?"

Yin Jiuyou.

This name is well-known in the cultivation world, but it's not a good one.

He is the Right Protector of the Netherworld Sect, and his cultivation is unfathomable. It is said that he has already stepped into the realm of Corpse-Dissolving Immortal.

Several years ago, he came to Longhu Mountain once. At that time, Zhang Qingyuan and three elders joined forces and barely managed to repel him.

This time, he not only came, but also brought nine coffins.

"Why wouldn't I dare to come?"

Yin Jiuyou smiled, her smile as gentle as that of a neighbor visiting. "Last time I came, I suffered a little loss because of the large number of people from Longhu Mountain. This time I brought nine good friends and would like to learn from them again."

He clapped his hands lightly.

The lids of all nine coffins exploded at the same time.

Nine zombies stood up from their coffins.

Each body is dressed in clothing from a different dynasty.

There are Han Dynasty curved-hem robes, Tang Dynasty round-necked robes, Song Dynasty straight-hem robes, and Ming Dynasty flying fish robes.

Their fur comes in various colors; some are black, some are silver, and some are even a pale gold.

Nine flying zombies.

Two of them already showed signs of being golden-armored corpses.

Zhang Qingyuan's expression changed completely.

Nine flying zombies, plus Yin Jiuyou himself.

This power is enough to flatten half of the cultivation world.

On Mount Longhu, there are only four cultivators at the fifth level or above of the Golden Light Mantra. Even if Han Xuan is included, there are only five.

Five against ten.

Moreover, the opponent has two near-golden-armored corpses.

"Yin Jiuyou, what exactly do you want?"

Zhang Qingyuan's voice was deep, and his right hand was already gripping the peach wood sword on his back.

Yin Jiuyou toyed with the iron gall bladder and said slowly:

"Last time I said I wanted to borrow the seal of the Yangping Emperor. You refused. This time I'm not here to borrow it."

He paused, but his smile remained unchanged.

"Yes, take it."

As soon as the words were spoken, the nine flying zombies simultaneously let out a deafening roar.

The sound was like nine thunderclaps exploding in one's ears at the same time, so loud that even the stone kylin in front of the mountain gate cracked.

Several young Taoist priests behind Zhang Qingyuan immediately covered their ears and squatted down, blood seeping from their ear canals.

Zhang Qingyuan gritted his teeth and drew his sword. Golden light burst forth from the sword, and he activated the sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra with all his might, forming a golden barrier in front of him.

The three elders also activated their spells. Lin Shouzhen's talismans flew everywhere, Zhou Tieshan's physical techniques shone with golden light, and Qian Guangjin's formations lit up circles of light patterns on the ground.

But faced with the combined pressure of the nine flying zombies, their golden light was like fireflies in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

"court death!!!!"

Yin Jiuyou shook her head, her tone full of pity, "Zhang Qingyuan, you're old. Longhu Mountain is old too. This world should have changed hands long ago."

He raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and pointed forward.

"Go! Raze the Celestial Master's Mansion to the ground."

The nine flying zombies moved simultaneously.

Their speed was incredible; nine afterimages rushed towards the group from Longhu Mountain from different directions.

Zhang Qingyuan gritted his teeth and faced the two near-golden armored corpses. The three elders each entangled one of them, while the remaining four flying zombies moved as if they were in an empty field, heading straight for the Celestial Master's Mansion behind the mountain gate.

"Stop them!"

Zhang Qingyuan roared, but he was already entangled by two near-golden-armored corpses and had no way to rescue them.

Just then!!

"BOOM!!!"

A bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, striking the head of the flying zombie at the very front.

The flying zombie dressed in a Ming Dynasty flying fish robe was struck and staggered, its black hair bristling and emitting blue smoke, as it let out a roar of shock and anger.

Its steps halted, its eerie green eyes fixed intently on the direction from which the lightning had struck.

At the top of the mountain gate steps, a young man wearing a faded white Taoist robe was slowly walking down.

He didn't walk fast, but every step he took was on some unseen rhythm, giving people a strange sense of oppression.

Purple arcs of electricity were jumping and coiling in his right palm, making a crackling sound.

Han Xuan.

Yin Jiuyou narrowed her eyes and sized up the young man.

He was eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate features, and his Taoist robe was faded from washing. He looked like an ordinary young Taoist priest.

But the Heavenly Thunder Technique in his palm was no ordinary technique.

"Heavenly Thunder Technique?"

Yin Jiuyou raised an eyebrow. "When did Longhu Mountain produce such a young master of the Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique?"

Han Xuan did not look at him.

Han Xuan's gaze fell on the four flying zombies that had crossed the defensive line, then swept over the other five that were fighting with his master and elders, and finally stopped on Yin Jiuyou's face.

"Nine flying zombies and one protector of the Netherworld Cult."

Han Xuan's tone was as if he were taking inventory of goods, "Tsk! A defeated opponent, quite a show of force."

Yin Jiuyou laughed:

"Little friend, this is none of your business. Go back and call your master."

Han Xuan smiled too.

His smile was youthful and clean, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.

"I am the senior disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion," he said. "What happens here is what happens here."

Before he finished speaking, he flipped his right hand, and the Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique in his palm suddenly surged, transforming into a purple lightning pillar as thick as a water bucket, which slammed straight towards the Ming Dynasty flying zombie.

The flying zombie let out a sharp cry, crossed its arms in front of it, and its black fingernails gleamed with a metallic sheen as it forcefully blocked the lightning bolt.

"boom!!!"

The lightning bolt exploded, blasting the flying zombie back seven or eight steps, crushing the bluestone slab beneath its feet.

But it didn't fall down; only the black fur on its arms was singed, revealing the bluish-black skin underneath.

The Heavenly Thunder Technique can instantly kill hairy zombies, but it can only cause minor injuries to flying zombies.

Han Xuan frowned slightly.

"As expected, the Heavenly Thunder Technique is still not enough to send the zombies flying."

Yin Jiuyou sneered:

"Kid, the Heavenly Thunder Technique is indeed powerful, but against a flying zombie, it's just a tickle. Do you think you're the reincarnation of the Thunder Emperor?"

Han Xuan ignored his sarcasm.

He looked down at his right hand, where the purple lightning was slowly fading.

"Since the Heavenly Thunder Technique isn't enough..."

He looked up, a smile curving his lips.

"Then use enough."

Golden light shone from his palm.

It's not the gold of the Golden Light Mantra, but the gold of lightning.

Golden arcs of electricity surged from his body, coiling around his entire right arm with a low rumble.

The sound was not like ordinary thunder, but like the roar of an ancient behemoth.

His hair fluttered slightly, the ends tinged with a faint gold, and golden arcs of electricity danced in his pupils.

Thunder Emperor body.

Although it wasn't a full-force eruption, but only a localized burst of lightning, the suffocating pressure still caused everyone present to change their expressions.

Yin Jiuyou's smile froze on his face.

The two near-golden-armored corpses that were locked in combat with Zhang Qingyuan simultaneously stopped moving.

Turning his head, fear appeared in his eerie green eyes for the first time.

Zhang Qingyuan took the opportunity to retreat a few steps, panting heavily, and looked at the golden lightning on Han Xuan's body, his lips twitching slightly.

"That kid...he's at it again..."

The expressions on the three elders' faces were priceless.

Lin Shouzhen stopped casting talismans, Zhou Tieshan forgot to retract his fist, and Qian Guangjin's array light patterns went out.

The four of them combined couldn't stop the nine flying zombies, but Han Xuan alone used his Thunder Emperor Body to suppress the situation.

"Thunder...Thunder Emperor Body?!"

Yin Jiuyou's voice finally changed, becoming sharp and piercing, "Impossible! The Thunder Emperor Body technique has been lost for nine hundred years! How could you possibly possess it?!"

"Have you never seen anyone with extraordinary talent?"

Han Xuan interrupted him, his voice not loud, but clear amidst the thunder.

He raised his right hand, and a golden thunder dragon slowly took shape on his fist. The dragon's head was raised high, its eyes were wide open in anger, and every golden scale was clearly visible.

Unlike last time, this time the Thunder Dragon was more solid and more restrained, with not a trace of excess energy leaking out.

All the power was concentrated in that one point on the fist.

"It's obvious, that's me."