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

Chapter 11 Even the Old Celestial Master is no match for me!

The moment the words left his mouth, Han Xuan moved.

It's not "turning into a bolt of lightning," but faster than lightning.

His figure vanished from the spot, and the next second he appeared in front of the Ming Dynasty flying zombie, so close that their faces were almost touching.

The flying zombie's pupils suddenly dilated, and it instinctively raised its arms to block.

Han Xuan's right fist had already been thrown out.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar.

There was only a dull "thud," like a fist hitting mud.

The golden thunder dragon pierced the flying zombie's chest.

Fei Jiang's body froze.

It lowered its head and looked at the fist-sized hole in its chest.

The edges of the hole were as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of blood, because the blood evaporated the moment it came into contact with the Thunder Emperor's body.

Inside the hole, you can see broken ribs and charred internal organs.

It opened its mouth and made a hoarse sound, like a broken bellows leaking air.

Then its body began to crack from the opening outwards, the cracks spreading like a spider web all over its body.

Golden light emanated from every crack, as if something was about to burst forth from within.

"roar!!!"

The flying zombie let out a final roar, then its entire body exploded, turning into countless golden specks of light, like a dazzling fireworks display.

Ashes.

one strike.

A flying zombie, a single punch, and it vanished into thin air.

The entire room fell silent.

The remaining eight flying zombies all stopped moving, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Their instincts told them!!

This human in front of me is someone I can't afford to mess with.

Yin Jiuyou's face was as white as paper.

His iron bladder slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clattering sound that was particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

Han Xuan slowly withdrew his fist, and the golden lightning faded from his arm.

He shook his slightly numb hands, turned around, and faced Yin Jiuyou.

His expression was calm.

He was so calm that he didn't seem like someone who had just punched a flying zombie to pieces; he was just an ordinary person.

"Your Mightiness.

"Han Xuan looked into Yin Jiuyou's eyes and said, word by word, "It's time to give me an explanation."

These words weren't spoken harshly, but every syllable felt like a hammer blow, striking Yin Jiuyou's heart.

explain.

Yin Jiuyou came to Longhu Mountain to explain.

The Yangping Emperor's Office needs to provide an explanation.

Now, Han Xuan is demanding an explanation from him.

What does this mean?

It means—you came to my Longhu Mountain to cause trouble, you owe me an explanation. Your life, your purpose, the people behind you, all of you, you need to explain clearly to me.

Yin Jiuyou's face turned pale and then flushed.

He was the Right Protector of the Netherworld Sect, and had roamed the world for thirty years. He had never been interrogated like this before.

Is he still just an eighteen-year-old boy?

But his reason told him that this "young punk" had punched a flying zombie to pieces.

Thunder Emperor body.

The Thunder Emperor Style, lost for nine hundred years.

Although Yin Jiuyou was arrogant, he was not so arrogant as to think he could withstand a punch from the Thunder Emperor Body.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Yin Jiuyou's voice was somewhat dry.

Han Xuan tilted his head, seemingly pondering the question.

"The Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, the eldest brother, Han Xuan," he said. "You should remember this name."

He paused, then added.

"Because from today onwards, you'll hear it often."

He had said this to Chen Jiuyin three days ago.

Now, he said it again.

The difference is that when he said this three days ago, he carried a bit of youthful impetuosity.

Now, when he said this, his tone was as calm as if he were stating a fact.

A fact that was destined to happen.

Yin Jiuyou's jaw clenched so tightly it made a grinding sound.

He wanted to take action.

He wanted to see just how capable this eighteen-year-old Taoist priest really was.

But when he saw the golden arc of electricity reappear in Han Xuan's palm, his reason prevailed over his impulse.

"withdraw."

Yin Jiuyou squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

The eight flying zombies, as if granted a pardon, turned and fled.

They even disregarded Yin Jiuyou's orders and ran faster than rabbits.

The two near-golden-armored corpses ran ahead and disappeared into the dense forest at the foot of the mountain in the blink of an eye.

Yin Jiuyou was the last to leave.

Before he left, he looked back at Han Xuan, his eyes filled with resentment, anger, fear, and a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe.

"Han Xuan".

He repeated the name as if engraving it into his bones, "We will meet again."

"I know," Han Xuan nodded. "Next time you come, remember to bring more people. Nine aren't enough."

Yin Jiuyou's face twitched, then he turned and disappeared into the night.

The area in front of the mountain gate fell silent again.

Zhang Qingyuan leaned on his peach wood sword, panting heavily.

The three elders slumped to the ground, their bodies soaked in sweat.

Several young Taoist priests peeked out from behind the pillars, and only dared to come out after confirming that the danger had passed.

Everyone was looking at Han Xuan.

Looking at this eighteen-year-old youth, this senior brother who shattered a flying zombie with a single punch.

Han Xuan stood still, watching the direction where Yin Jiuyou disappeared, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned around and faced the crowd.

"Master," he said, "I'm hungry. Is there any dinner left?"

Zhang Qingyuan: "..."

The atmosphere froze for about two seconds.

Then Zhao Xiaofan was the first to burst out laughing, laughing so hard he was doubled over and tears were streaming down his face.

Next was Zhang Heng, followed by the other young Taoist priests.

Laughter spread like a contagious disease, and even the three elders couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh.

Zhang Qingyuan also smiled.

As he was laughing, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

At seventy-three years old, he had seen too many storms and too many life-and-death situations.

He thought he was no longer moved by anything.

But just a moment ago.

Han Xuan stood in front of the mountain gate, his body radiating golden light and lightning. He punched a flying zombie to pieces and then turned around to ask him, "Is there any dinner left?"

His eyes really welled up with tears.

"Yes," Zhang Qingyuan's voice was a little hoarse, "plenty."

Han Xuan grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"That's good."

He dusted off his Taoist robe and strode towards the dining hall.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the broken bluestone slabs and scattered coffin fragments outside the mountain gate.

"By the way, Master."

"Um?"

"Could the money for repairing the mountain gate be deducted from my monthly allowance?"

Zhang Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Get lost!"

Han Xuan laughed and ran away.

Zhao Xiaofan chased after him, shouting as she ran:

"Senior brother! Senior brother, wait for me! That punch you just threw was so cool! Can you teach me? I want to learn the Thunder Emperor Body too!"

"You can't learn it."

"Why?!"

"Because you're stupid."

"I'm not stupid! I passed the exam in the Library of Scriptures!"

"Sixty-one points, just passing, not that you're not stupid."

"..."

The voices of the master and apprentice gradually faded into the twilight.

Standing in front of the mountain gate, Zhang Qingyuan watched their backs as they walked away, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Lin Shouzhen walked over and asked in a low voice.

Zhang Qingyuan shook his head and remained silent.

He was thinking about something.

When Han Xuan said, "Haven't you ever seen someone with extraordinary talent? It's obvious that I am one," his expression was serious.

It's not bragging or showing off; it's a genuine, heartfelt belief that I am exceptionally gifted.

But Zhang Qingyuan always felt that something was wrong.

A truly gifted person will not be mediocre until the age of eighteen, and then suddenly burst onto the scene overnight.

Talent is something that can be revealed from a young age.

unless……

Unless he didn't "learn it suddenly".

Unless he has practiced it countless times somewhere.

Zhang Qingyuan raised his head, looked at the rising moon in the night sky, and let out a long breath.

"Never mind."

He muttered to himself, "Who cares who he is, he's my apprentice anyway."

He sheathed the peach wood sword and turned to walk towards the dining hall.

After taking a couple of steps, I suddenly remembered something.

"Uphold righteousness."

"exist."

"Have someone repair the mountain gate tomorrow. Don't use Han Xuan's monthly allowance; that little money isn't even enough to repair a toilet."

"Yes."

"besides……"

"Please speak, senior brother."

Zhang Qingyuan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking:

"Starting tomorrow, the matter of Han Xuan learning the secret techniques passed down from the Celestial Master from me should not be publicized to outsiders for the time being."

Lin Shouzhen was taken aback: "Why?"

Zhang Qingyuan did not answer.

He simply looked up at the moon, the moonlight shining on his aged face, casting a deep, somber glow.

"The Netherworld Cult will not let this go."

He whispered, "We need a... trump card."

Lin Shouzhen understood.

He didn't press further and nodded silently.

The night breeze blows across Longhu Mountain, the pines rustle, and the bells toll softly.

Inside the dining hall, Han Xuan and Zhao Xiaofan were fighting over the last piece of braised pork.

"Senior brother, you already blasted the flying zombie to pieces with one punch, and you're still trying to steal my meat!"

"What does blowing up flying zombies have to do with eating meat? Give it to me!"

"No!"