Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

At this moment, inside the flower hall of the Ren family mansion, Wugensheng was being chased and was shouting as he ran.

Shi Jian's "Life Thunder" draws upon the power of natural thunder from heaven and earth, making it extremely yang and strong. Even a rootless deity cannot completely dispel it.

He stepped back three paces, shook his numb fingers, and grinned:

"Master Shi, your lightning magic... is quite interesting."

"Ordinary techniques, whether talismans, formations, or alchemy, all use 'qi' to construct specific structures to create effects. My divine spirit can dismantle these 'structures' and return them to the original qi."

"But you, this 'thunderbolt'..."

He tilted his head, his tone tinged with admiration:

"Besides your own Qi, there's also the power of nature, which I can't unravel!"

Shi Jian sneered, "This fiend does have some insight. Since you know you're no match, why don't you get lost?"

"He's leaving, after all," Wugensheng said with a smile, "but my brother hasn't had his fill of fighting yet—"

Before he could finish speaking, Liang Ting's angry roar came from outside the hall:

"Great! That's satisfying! So satisfying!"

"I never imagined that Maoshan would have such capable Taoist priests like you!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Liang Ting and Mao Xiaofang fighting fiercely in the courtyard.

Liang Ting's six jet-black rope spears danced wildly like pythons, each strike tearing through the air.

Mao Xiaofang then used his magical sword to deflect and neutralize the rope spear attacks.

The sword occasionally exploded with lightning and fire talismans, scorching Liang Ting's body in patches.

But Liang Ting had mastered the "Ink Tendons and Soft Bones" technique to perfection, and he completely disregarded his injuries, becoming more and more frenzied as he fought.

Mao Xiaofang's expression was solemn. The strength of this demon's physical body was truly unprecedented in his life.

If it weren't for his own superb Taoist skills and ability to use leverage against each other, he would have been defeated long ago. The two were locked in a stalemate, a 50/50 situation!

"Brother Liang!" Wugensheng suddenly called out, "Have you had enough fun? It's time to go."

Liang Ting forced Mao Xiaofang back with his rope spear, and said in a deep voice, "Sect Leader, I haven't..."

"If we keep fighting, those old guys from Maoshan will all be back." Wugensheng glanced at the night outside the hall. "Then we won't be able to leave."

Although Liang Ting was unwilling, he obeyed Wu Gensheng's every word. He glared at Mao Xiaofang: "Old Taoist priest, you can beat him next time!"

Having said that, he turned to leave with Wugensheng.

Shi Jian stepped forward, and lightning gathered again: "Trying to leave?"

"Master Shi," Wugensheng's smile remained unchanged, "Although we have not yet determined a winner today, if we continue fighting... I'm afraid most of Renjia Town will have to be demolished."

"Besides..."

"Isn't your Maoshan sect always dedicated to subduing demons and monsters? Are you really going to waste your energy on the two of us?"

Shi Jian's eyes sharpened.

Wugensheng's words hit the nail on the head—Old Master Ren didn't care, but he couldn't afford to lose the reputation of Maoshan!

Just as the stalemate was at its peak, Wugensheng had already pulled Liang Ting back to the entrance of the hall. He bowed to the crowd, smiling freely:

"The green hills remain unchanged, the clear waters flow forever—until we meet again, everyone!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two figures vanished like smoke, their escape methods unknown.

Shi Jian's face remained grim, but he did not pursue. He turned to look outside the courtyard: "How is Junior Brother Mao doing?"

Just then, four figures rushed towards them from afar; they were Chu Sheng and his three companions who had returned.

"Master! Senior Uncle!" Chu Sheng shouted.

Upon hearing this, Shi Jian raised an eyebrow. His gaze swept over Old Master Ren, who was bound like a dumpling, and finally settled on his empty chest:

"The black scales on his chest...were removed?"

Mao Xiaofang walked up to Old Master Ren and examined him carefully:

"Even after the black scales left his body, he retained his intelligence, making him considerably stronger than that Manchu general."

Master Four Eyes rubbed his hands together and said with a forced smile:

"My two senior brothers, please do me a favor and work together to turn him into a corpse puppet."

Mao Xiaofang pondered for a moment, then looked at Shi Jian: "What does Senior Brother think?"

Although Shi Jian disdained the art of corpse refining and ghost control, he did not refuse the request of the Four-Eyed Taoist Priest:

"It's not easy to capture a hairy zombie, so turning it into a corpse puppet is a good way to make the most of it."

Master Simu felt a sense of relief. Despite his usual jovial demeanor, he dared not break a single rule of Maoshan.

If Shi Jian disagrees, there's nothing he can do.

"Then please come with me back to the mortuary to set up the 'Four Symbols Purifying Flame Array' to refine him," Lin Fengjiao suggested.

"Alright!" Mao Xiaofang nodded, then took out three coffin nails and drove them into three major acupoints on Old Master Ren's head: Baihui, Tanzhong, and Dantian!

Old Master Ren froze, a look of despair flashing in his eyes.

Mao Xiaofang didn't look at him, but turned to Ren Tingting, who was hugging Ren Fa and crying, and said:

"Chu Sheng, Chu Da...you two stay here to clean up the mess and settle this aggrieved party in."

"Don't worry, Master, I will handle it properly," Yu Chuda assured, patting his chest.

"Um……"

Mao Xiaofang glanced at Chu Sheng again, saw his distressed expression, and shook her head.

No one is perfect, and those who cultivate the Tao especially emphasize overcoming tribulations.

When he first took Chu Sheng in, he couldn't foresee the calamities that would befall him in the future.

Now it seems that Chu Sheng is good in every way, except that he is too sentimental—presumably his future death will be due to the word "sentiment"!

"Dad, I'd like to stay and help out too."

The battle was over, and Shi Shaojian, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, ran out, covering his nose, and begged to stay.

"you?"

Shi Jian frowned, subtly glancing at Ren Tingting's delicate face, then at Chu Sheng, fearing his son might suffer at Chu Sheng's hands, and refused Shi Shaojian's request:

"You're a complete stranger in this place, what are you doing here? Come with me and let's refine your corpse."

Shi Shaojian was unwilling and still wanted to plead, "Father..."

Unfortunately, Shi Jian was a man of his word and didn't give him a chance: "Let's go, lest we humiliate ourselves!"

Shi Shaojian's heart skipped a beat. Following Shi Jian's gaze, he looked at Chu Sheng, pursed his lips, and thought to himself, "I'm not convinced."

"He's just relying on a superior magical artifact. If it really comes down to a fight, I'm not afraid of him."

A moment later, the once bustling Ren residence was left with only four people: Chu Sheng, Yu Chuda, Ren Tingting, and the steward, Uncle Fu.

"Tingting, she has passed away. Please accept my condolences."

"Uncle Ren was bitten by a zombie and needs to be cremated to prevent him from turning into a zombie," Chu Sheng said as he stepped forward.

"Brother Chu, why did my grandfather kill my father? He loved my father so much!" Ren Tingting was in tears, unable to accept that her grandfather had killed her father.

"Once you become a zombie, you lose all emotions and desires. You think he's your grandfather, but he's not anymore," Yu Chuda explained.

"Your senior brother is right. Your grandfather is no longer your grandfather. He is filled with resentment and ambition."

"It's a pity... Uncle Ren didn't see this clearly." Chu Sheng wasn't good at comforting people, but he just expressed his thoughts.

Fortunately, at this moment, Ren Qiang, who had been specially transferred away by Ren Fa, rushed back.

The nephew, whom Ren Fa had raised since childhood, cried even more bitterly than Ren Tingting when he saw Ren Fa's body.

Seeing this, Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda both showed helpless expressions.

Ren Fa's death, in other words, was a case of reaping what he sowed.

It's just a pity...

These are the people who love him.