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

Han Xuan withdrew his left hand, glanced at his palm, and frowned slightly:

"You still didn't control your strength well; you hit too hard."

He was used to using the fifth level of the Golden Light Mantra in his previous life, and he had not yet fully adapted to the power of the sixth level.

He only intended to slap the furry zombie away with that palm strike, but he didn't expect it to almost shatter its sternum.

"Never mind, let's take it slow."

He raised his head and looked at Chen Jiuyin.

Chen Jiuyin's face had turned white, as if it had been coated with a layer of lime.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Han Xuan did not give him the chance.

"now you."

Han Xuan raised his right hand, and the Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique in his palm transformed into a purple thunder whip, which lashed out in a beautiful arc in the air, whistling as it struck Chen Jiuyin.

Chen Jiuyin was terrified and frantically activated the corpse energy within his body, condensing it into a black shield in front of him.

The lightning whip lashed out at the shield!

"Click—"

The shield was shattered, as if it were made of paper.

The whip still had momentum and struck Chen Jiuyin squarely.

Chen Jiuyin screamed as he was sent flying, tumbling five or six times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, his body billowing black smoke and his clothes riddled with burn holes.

He struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with horror.

Han Xuan only used 30% of his strength to deliver this thunder whip.

If he had gone all out, Chen Jiuyin would already be a charred corpse.

"You fucking... what kind of monster are you...?"

Chen Jiuyin's voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows, "Eighteen years old, sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra, Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique... You can't possibly be an unknown nobody..."

Han Xuan walked up to him and looked down at him.

"My name is Han Xuan."

He said in a flat tone, "The Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, the eldest brother."

He paused, as if considering something, and then added:

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

Chen Jiuyin trembled all over, whether from fear or anger, it was hard to tell.

Han Xuan raised his hand, and lightning flashed in his palm once more.

"etc!"

Chen Jiuyin screamed, "You can't kill me! I have someone backing me! If you kill me, my people won't let you get away with it!"

Han Xuan stopped.

It wasn't because of Chen Jiuyin's threat.

Rather, it's because...

He saw something hanging around Chen Jiuyin's neck.

It was a black token, about the size of a palm, made of some kind of unknown bone, with a blood-red rune engraved on it.

Han Xuan's pupils contracted slightly.

He had seen this token in his previous life.

That was a token of the "Netherworld Cult".

The Netherworld Cult, an extremely secretive evil organization, only surfaced ten years later in its previous life, unleashing a catastrophe.

The entire cultivation world was almost overthrown by them, and Longhu Mountain paid a heavy price.

And now...

Ten years ago—the Netherworld Cult had already begun its clandestine activities?

Han Xuan's gaze darkened.

Who is behind you?

Chen Jiuyin seemed to realize he had said the wrong thing, shut his mouth, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes:

"Let me go, and I'll tell you."

Han Xuan smiled.

He crouched down to look Chen Jiuyin in the eye.

On that young face, the smile was as gentle as that of a kind senior.

"Aren't you mistaken about something?"

"What?"

Han Xuan reached out and gently patted Chen Jiuyin's face.

The force wasn't great, but each strike made Chen Jiuyin's body tremble involuntarily.

"You think I'm negotiating with you?"

His voice was soft and gentle.

But every word was like a knife, slowly cutting into Chen Jiuyin's heart.

No. I'm just giving you a chance.

"A chance to die a quick death, or a horrible death."

He paused, but his smile remained unchanged.

Which one do you choose?

Chen Jiuyin's pupils contracted violently.

He had been in the underworld for fifteen years and had seen all sorts of ruthless people.

Some are ruthless, some are extremely cunning, and some are decisive in killing.

But this was the first time he had ever seen someone like Han Xuan, who could say the cruelest things with a smile and without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

A smile that hides a knife is not something an eighteen-year-old should have.

This is the look in the eyes of someone who has truly crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"I...I'll talk."

Chen Jiuyin's voice completely broke down, "I am backed by... the Netherworld Sect. I am just an outer member, ordered to retrieve the Yangping Zhidu Merit Seal."

"I don't know anything, really! I've already said everything I know; I'm just a nobody!"

Han Xuan stared into his eyes for three seconds to make sure he wasn't lying.

The Netherworld Cult. Outer circle members.

He was ordered to retrieve the seal of merit for governing Yangping.

There's a lot of information here.

The Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal is the most treasured artifact of Longhu Mountain, passed down through generations of Celestial Masters, and is said to contain the most core secrets of Longhu Mountain.

The fact that the Netherworld Sect is eyeing it shows that their plot against Longhu Mountain has been going on for a long time.

If a peripheral member can control Mao Jiang, how strong must the core members of the Netherworld Cult be?

Han Xuan frowned slightly.

In the previous life, the Netherworld Cult did not emerge until ten years later. By then, they had grown to an enormous size and almost overturned the entire cultivation world.

And now, they are secretly accumulating strength.

In other words...

He has ten years to prepare.

ten years.

enough.

Han Xuan stood up and looked down at Chen Jiuyin, who was slumped on the ground.

"I told you I'd give you two choices, but then I changed it to three."

He said, "Now, I'm switching back to the first one."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Chen Jiuyin's eyes: "You'll let me go?"

"Um."

Han Xuan nodded. "Go back and tell your master that Longhu Mountain is not a place he can set his sights on."

"I'm sparing your life today, not because I can't kill you!!"

He raised his right hand, and a drop of golden light condensed at the tip of his index finger.

The light was so concentrated that it resembled a miniature sun.

"It's because keeping you alive is more useful than killing you."

With a flick of a finger.

The drop of golden light silently entered Chen Jiuyin's brow.

Chen Jiuyin shuddered, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes before returning to normal.

He didn't notice anything unusual, and even thought that Han Xuan was just bluffing.

"What...what did you do to me?"

Han Xuan did not answer, and turned to walk up the mountain.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, and looked back at Chen Jiuyin.

"Oh, and remember to take your purple and white zombies with you. Longhu Mountain doesn't provide garbage disposal services."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Zhao Xiaofan and Zhang Heng exchanged glances and quickly followed.

Chen Jiuyin knelt on the spot, his whole body drenched in cold sweat. He watched Han Xuan's departing figure, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

He couldn't figure it out.

How could an eighteen-year-old be that strong?

The sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra, the Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique, and that chilling gaze that sends shivers down your spine—is this guy really eighteen?

Is this an old monster disguised as an eighteen-year-old?!

Damn it! We've really been taken advantage of!!

"Walk!"

Chen Jiuyin struggled to his feet and roared at Mao Jiang, "Run!"

The two figures, one human and one stiff, disappeared into the morning mist in a disheveled state, leaving behind a mess and ashes of talismans scattered all over the ground.

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

Only the three large characters "Longhu Mountain" on the stone archway gleamed in the morning sun.