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

Fifteen minutes later, two zombie kings appeared in his field of vision, one after the other.

One male and one female.

The man was burly, wearing tattered iron armor, covered in golden bristles, and his scarlet eyes looked like two burning embers.

The woman was slender and dressed in ancient palace attire. Her face retained some of the beauty she had in life, but her scarlet eyes and fangs at the corners of her mouth revealed her true nature.

Two golden-armored corpses.

The moment they saw Han Xuan, they all stopped in their tracks.

Instinct tells them.

This human is dangerous.

However, the aura emanating from Han Xuan was only at the level of an ordinary Taoist priest, and this contradictory perception made them hesitate.

Han Xuan looked at them and smiled.

"Don't be afraid, come here."

The two zombie kings exchanged a glance, then simultaneously let out a low roar and pounced on him.

Just as they leaped into the air!

"Divine Firmament Thunder Formation".

Han Xuan formed a hand seal, and a circle of golden lightning patterns suddenly lit up on the ground beneath his feet.

The lightning patterns rapidly spread outwards, forming a massive lightning array within a radius of ten zhang.

Golden arcs of electricity rose from the edge of the magic circle, like golden fences, trapping the two zombie kings inside.

The two zombie kings crashed into the golden lightning barrier, were bounced back, black smoke billowing from their bodies as they let out mournful screams.

"I'm sorry, both of you."

Han Xuan stood outside the magic array, clapped his hands, and said, "Wait here for a while. I have some things to take care of, and I'll deal with you when I get back."

He turned and walked towards the direction of the Netherworld Cult's aura.

Behind them, two zombie kings struggled frantically in the Divine Lightning Array, but each time they touched the lightning bars, they were bounced back and could not escape at all.

Han Xuan did not turn around.

He ventured into the deep mountains, following the trail of that scent.

The Netherworld Cult members were clearly very cautious, setting up multiple formations to conceal their presence along the way.

But in the face of Han Xuan's experience from his previous life, these formations were like building blocks for children, easily seen through at a glance.

After walking for about half an hour, Han Xuan arrived at a cave.

The entrance to the cave was hidden by vines and bushes; he would not have found it at all if he hadn't been looking for it.

A thin layer of black mist hung over the cave entrance; it was a miasma formed by the mixture of death and corpse energy, which would kill an ordinary person with just one breath.

Han Xuan activated the Golden Light Mantra, and the golden light kept the miasma outside his body.

He pushed aside the vines and entered the cave.

The cave is very deep and winds downwards, like a passage leading to the underground.

The walls were inlaid with glowing moss, emitting a faint green light that cast an eerie atmosphere over the entire cave.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Han Xuan heard the sound.

Someone is talking.

"...Of the five golden-armored corpses, three have already been lost."

"That Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain is no ordinary person; we must move as soon as possible."

Another voice rang out, hoarse and somber:

"Relocate? Where to? We've been operating this base for three years, are you just going to abandon it like that?"

"What can we do if we don't give up? Just wait for that Taoist priest to come knocking on our door?"

"He can't find this place. Our concealment formation is at the Heavenly level; even the elders of Dragon Tiger Mountain wouldn't be able to detect it..."

"That Taoist priest is not an elder of Longhu Mountain."

"Then who is he?"

There was silence for a moment.

"I don't know. But our people reported that he smashed the head of a golden-armored zombie with a single punch."

A long silence.

Then that hoarse voice rang out again, this time with a slight tremor: "One punch?"

"Yes, just one punch."

"……withdraw."

Han Xuan couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

He no longer concealed his presence and strode into the deepest part of the cave.

At the end of the cave was a spacious stone chamber, in the center of which sat a stone table with a map and various magical artifacts on it.

Two men dressed in black robes were standing by the stone table, their expressions freezing the moment they saw Han Xuan.

"The two of you."

Han Xuan leaned against the entrance of the stone chamber, arms crossed, a bright smile on his face. "So eager to leave? Won't you stay and chat?"

The two men in black robes changed their expressions.

One of them looked older, with a thin face, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes, clearly the result of long-term practice of evil magic.

His cultivation level was not low, roughly equivalent to the fifth level of the Golden Light Mantra.

But at this moment, his face was as white as if it had been coated with a layer of lime.

"How...how did you find this place?"

Han Xuan tilted his head:

"Your concealment formation is indeed excellent, but it has a fatal flaw—you set up the formation at a node of a natural yin vein."

"The fluctuations of the Yin veins will interfere with the operation of the formation, and a fluctuation will occur every six hours. I just need to follow the Yin veins to find it."

The two men in black robes exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

The nodes of natural Yin meridians.

This secret was unknown even to them.

How did you figure out that this young man looks to be under twenty?

"Who exactly are you?"

The older man in black robes asked sternly.

Han Xuan sighed, seemingly tired of the question.

"The Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, Senior Brother, Han Xuan."

"You should have heard this name from Chen Jiuyin and Yin Jiuyou."

The expressions on the two men in black robes changed completely.

Chen Jiuyin. Yin Jiuyou.

Neither of these two names are minor figures in the Netherworld Cult.

The young man in front of them had actually fought against both of them.

This is indeed a big problem.

"You're the Thunder Emperor Physique?!" the older man in black robes exclaimed.

Han Xuan did not answer. He simply raised his right hand, and a golden arc of electricity lit up his palm.

"The two of you."

His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed in the enclosed stone chamber, causing the moss on the stone walls to flutter down. "It's time to give Han an explanation."

The older man in black gritted his teeth, suddenly pulled a black talisman from his sleeve, and slammed it hard on the table.

"Trying to catch me? Dream on!"

The black talisman exploded, and thick black mist instantly filled the entire stone chamber.

Han Xuan's Golden Light Mantra activated automatically, and the golden light kept the black mist out, but his vision was completely blocked.

When the black mist dissipated, the two men in black robes had vanished.

A hidden door on the wall of the stone chamber was slowly closing.

Han Xuan frowned and walked to the hidden door.

Behind the door was a narrow secret passage, from which came the sound of hurried footsteps.

He didn't chase after them.

Because he found something on the stone table.

It was a letter.

The letter paper was specially made black Xuan paper, and the characters on it were written with cinnabar, the strokes as sharp as a knife.

Han Xuan picked up the letter, glanced at it, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The letter was very short, consisting of only one line:

"The Xiangxi Corpse King Project has been exposed. Activate the backup plan. Target: Longhu Mountain."

Han Xuan's hand holding the letter tightened slightly.

Target: Longhu Mountain.

The Netherworld Cult's target is not just the Corpse King of Xiangxi, but also Longhu Mountain.

These zombie kings in western Hunan are just part of their plan.

"How dare you!"

Han Xuan's voice was low, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

He folded the letter, put it in his pocket, and turned to walk out of the cave.

The sky outside was already beginning to brighten, with a pale, fish-belly white tinge appearing on the eastern horizon.

Han Xuan stood at the entrance of the cave, took a deep breath of the cold morning air, and then walked towards the Divine Firmament Thunder Array.

The two zombie kings were still struggling in the lightning array, but they were much weaker than last night.

The golden lightning bolts relentlessly scorched their bodies, burning away most of their golden bristles and revealing their charred skin underneath.

Han Xuan stood outside the lightning array, watching them.

"I understand your plan."

He muttered to himself, "Although we didn't catch them, this letter contained enough information."

He raised his right hand, and the golden thunder dragon once again formed on his fist.

"Now, it's time to send you on your way."

Two muffled thuds.

The two zombie kings turned to ashes in the golden lightning.

Han Xuan withdrew his fist and moved his slightly numb fingers.

His body was starting to feel the strain from using the Thunder Emperor Body continuously for so long.

The cracks on my arm were deeper than before, and some of them even oozed blood.

"Phew... I need to take it easy."

He muttered, "If this keeps going, I'll cripple myself before the Netherworld Sect even comes knocking."

He turned and walked towards the outside of the mountain.

The morning light shone on him, casting a long shadow.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Zhang Qishan said there's something going on about me in Longhu Mountain... a fiancée?"

He shook his head, thinking it must be a rumor.

"Impossible. How could I, the senior disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion and a max-level Celestial Master, possibly have a fiancée? They must be mistaken."

He quickened his pace and hurried towards Longhu Mountain.

Unbeknownst to him, in the main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, a yellowed marriage certificate lay quietly in the old Celestial Master's sleeve, waiting for him to return.

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