All Heavens: Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts Starting from the Republic of China

Liu Aijin quickly shut her mouth and dared not say another word.

But in his heart, he cursed the three evil cultivators who manipulated zombies and Fu Ze.

Of course, in his opinion, Fu Ze was more despicable than zombies and evil cultivators!

Fu Ze looked up at the sun in the sky.

It's just past noon, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

However, to avoid any unforeseen complications, things should continue to improve.

Fu Ze took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Gentlemen, hurry up! We must arrive within one hour."

"Although that zombie is ferocious, it's no different from an ordinary corpse during the day, under the bright sun. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"As for those three heretical cultivators? Faced with foreign guns and cannons, how could their flesh and blood possibly fare well!"

"Moreover, Master Yumingzi from Mount Luofu and I are also present."

"Once the zombies and evil cultivators are eliminated, you will all be great heroes and great men of Fuling County, and the people will surely be grateful for your kindness."

"Furthermore, Magistrate Liu has already told me that after this battle, each person will receive a reward of five silver dollars. If any brothers are wounded or killed, they will receive an additional ten silver dollars!"

"Lord Liu, am I right?"

Fu Ze looked at Liu Aijin with a sincere smile.

Liu Aijin's heart was bleeding!

He was screaming wildly in his heart.

"My money! It's all my money! You little brat, using my money to buy people's hearts and make them work for you! Oh no, those people are my people too. Damn it."

But on the surface, Liu Aijin appeared very generous, waving his hand dismissively.

"That's right! Master Fu is right. As long as you fight zombies and evil cultivators well, you'll be rewarded!"

He didn't dare to argue.

After all, their lives were in the hands of others.

Initially, the soldiers only felt a little patriotic after hearing Fu Ze's words; they weren't particularly inspired. After all, they were all seasoned veterans. Hearing things like "the people love and respect him" was just something to get a kick out of them.

But upon hearing that each person would receive a reward of five silver dollars, they immediately became incredibly energetic, quickening their pace and dramatically increasing the team's speed!

We sped along, kicking up clouds of dust.

Fu Ze sighed.

"Money is definitely the best thing after all."

……

……

Meanwhile, deep within the ancient tombs of the chaotic burial ground.

Inside the corpse-raising tomb, three evil cultivators had just finished their meditation practice, their bodies surrounded by yin energy.

The leading evil cultivator opened his eyes, a sinister glint in them. He reached out and gently stroked the zombie inside the stone coffin, feeling the increasingly dense corpse aura within, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Good, excellent! The white fur on this black zombie has increased significantly, and it's not far from transforming into a [white zombie]! I estimate that it will only need to absorb the essence of ten more people to succeed."

The disciple on the left immediately bowed and fawned.

"Congratulations, Master! Congratulations! Master's supernatural powers have reached their peak, and the day is almost upon you. The entire Fuling County will be yours!"

The disciple on the right also spoke with a smile.

"Master, that white-haired rat demon is quite easy to deal with. It has guarded the tomb for us for so long, saving us a lot of trouble. Once the white zombie has successfully transformed, we will also refine that rat demon into a living corpse and use it for our purposes."

The old Taoist priest laughed heartily, stretched out his skin-and-bones hand, which looked like a dried corpse, and patted his head.

"That's a good idea."

……

Half an hour later.

Fu Ze and his group finally arrived at the edge of the mass grave.

Looking around, there were endless desolate graves, overgrown with weeds, and a chilling wind blowing.

Although it was only past noon, the sun was still blazing. But the temperature here was much lower than elsewhere, and the soldiers all felt a bit cold.

Thick, pungent odors of death and evil emanated from the direction of the ancient tomb.

Fu Ze used his [Spiritual Vision] to see that it was almost like a dark cloud covering the sky!

Yu Mingzi felt a lingering fear.

"It's fortunate that you discovered this place by chance, young friend Fu. Otherwise, if it had been a few days later, something terrible might have happened. No! Something terrible is likely to happen tonight."

If those zombies emerge from the tomb, who knows how many people they will kill.

Liu Aijin also took the opportunity to flatter him.

"Master Fu is amazing! Master Fu is wonderful! Master Fu is incredibly powerful!"

Fu Ze glared at him.

"Am I a toad?"

The flattery backfired...

After thinking for a moment, Fu Ze said to Yu Mingzi.

"Master, you will lead all your troops to lie in ambush here, guarding all exits of the ancient tomb and forming an encirclement. Without my order, no one is allowed to fire a shot, no one is allowed to fire a cannon, and no one is allowed to approach."

Yu Mingzi was taken aback.

"Young friend Fu, what do you want to do?"

"I will go in myself and lure those three evil cultivators out."

Fu Ze spoke calmly.

"They should be cultivating inside the tomb right now. I'll sneak in alone and lure them out of the tomb on their own. Then you can make your move. At that time, the riflemen will fire wildly, and the two cannons will bombard them directly. Make sure everything goes smoothly."

Yu Mingzi's expression changed.

"No! It's too dangerous! Those three evil cultivators are ruthless. If you go in alone and they surround you, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Fu Ze smiled and comforted him.

"Master, I know what I'm doing. I can disguise myself as a lost villager and approach them. Besides, I only want to lure them out; I don't want a direct fight to the death. There won't be any danger."

Yu Mingzi wanted to say a few more words of persuasion, but seeing his determined expression, she could only give up.

"Alright! I trust you! But young friend Fu, you must be careful. If there is any danger, speak up immediately, and I will lead my men to rescue you!"

"Um."

Fu Ze responded and turned to look at Liu Aijin beside him.

"Keep a close eye on your soldiers. If they mess things up or something happens to me, you will be annihilated instantly."

Liu Aijin trembled with fright and nodded frantically.

"Yes, yes, yes! I wouldn't dare! I will definitely keep a close eye on them and won't make a single misstep! I will absolutely not disrupt your plans, Master Fu."

Fu Ze said no more, took a deep breath, and completely suppressed his magical energy and martial arts blood, making his aura ordinary, like that of a common mortal.

He walked steadily, alone, towards the ancient tomb ahead.

The entrance to the ancient tomb was pitch black, and a chilling aura emanated from it.

Fu Ze did not stop walking; in a flash, he walked straight into the tomb passage.

A cold, damp atmosphere assaulted my senses, a mixture of corpse odor and malevolent energy, pungent and unpleasant to the touch.

Fu Ze suppressed his magical energy and martial arts qi, and walked quickly with small steps, deliberately putting on a flustered air like an ordinary person—it was hard to say whether his acting was convincing.

After passing through the narrow passageway, we soon arrived at the main burial chamber.

Just as Fu Ze had glimpsed the previous night, in the center of the tomb chamber stood a massive stone coffin, its surface carved with grotesque patterns. There was no lid, and inside lay a zombie dressed in the robes of a former dynasty official.

Its skin and flesh were shriveled, its fangs were exposed, its fingernails were black and sharp, and its face and the back of its hands were covered with a layer of fine white down, which was a sign of its transformation from a black zombie to a white zombie.

Before the stone coffin, three figures sat cross-legged, closing their eyes and regulating their breathing.

They suddenly sensed the presence of a living person, abruptly opened their eyes, and three cold gazes instantly locked onto Fu Ze, filled with killing intent and astonishment.

This ancient tomb was originally located deep within a mass grave, and previously guarded by rat demons. The newly excavated burial chamber next to it was even more concealed.

Ordinary people would never be able to find this place, let alone break in.

"Who do you think you are?!"

The tall, thin disciple on the left was the first to stand up, shouting sternly, "How dare you trespass on our cultivation grounds!"

The short, stocky disciple on the right snorted and stepped forward, his body surging with yin energy, ready to kill at any moment.

The old, wicked Taoist priest sat motionless, merely scrutinizing Fu Ze from head to toe with his hawk-like eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

He examined the young man closely, but could only sense a faint life force from his blood and qi, with no obvious fluctuations in spiritual energy. He seemed no different from an ordinary passerby.

Unbeknownst to him, Fu Ze possessed a spell that could conceal spiritual energy. Unless one was a far more powerful expert, it would be difficult to detect.

In fact, Fu Ze's actions were a small-scale adventure.

Now it seems that although this evil old Taoist is stronger than him, he is not much stronger.

Fu Ze sneered inwardly, but his face immediately contorted with fear and panic. His legs trembled slightly, and he hurriedly clasped his hands in a bow, his voice trembling with tears.

"Please spare my life, three Taoist priests! I was on my way to the county government office in Fuling County to apply for a clerical position, but I accidentally got lost. I passed through a mass grave and was suddenly chased by a vicious wolf. In my panic, I wandered into this place by mistake. I had no intention of disturbing your peaceful cultivation!"

Fu Ze's voice trembled and his eyes darted around, vividly portraying an ordinary scholar who was too frightened and accidentally wandered into a dangerous place.

Their acting was absolutely superb!

The old Taoist priest, who was practicing heresy, lowered his guard slightly.

It turns out he was just an ordinary person who got lost.

The tall, thin disciple sneered, his face full of disdain.

"What a stupid idiot, daring to wander into a place like this!"

The short, stocky disciple licked his lips, his gaze fixed on Fu Ze, filled with undisguised greed.

He turned to look at the old Taoist priest.

"Master, this kid still has plenty of life force. I think it's a good idea to throw him into the stone coffin so that the zombies can suck his life essence. This will also speed up his transformation into a [White Zombie]."

The old Taoist priest nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Not bad, not bad, my good disciple, you've thought of everything."

He slowly rose to his feet, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

Why not take advantage of free nutrients delivered to your door!

The old, heretical Taoist priest waved his sleeve.

"Li San, seize him and throw him into the coffin. Feed this adorable zombie to me."

"Yes, Master!"

The tall, thin disciple grinned maliciously and looked at Fu Ze.

"Scholar, since you're here, stay. This is your fate. You're destined to be eaten by wolves anyway, it's no different from being eaten by zombies."

After saying this, he formed a mudra with his hands and chanted a spell.

A black, malevolent aura flew from his palm, transforming into a thick rope that looped around Fu Ze's neck!

Clearly, they planned to strangle him and hang him up in mid-air, then throw him into the stone coffin to serve as food for the zombie.

A cold glint flashed in Fu Ze's eyes.

"The acting ends here."

He neither dodged nor avoided, and his spiritual energy suddenly burst forth.

He formed the hand seal directly with one hand, and flicked his finger in the same way.

A pale red halo rushed towards the black rope.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The black energy rope disintegrated and disappeared.

The tall, thin disciple felt as if his palm had been struck by a red-hot iron; it was both burning and painful, and blisters immediately formed on the back of his hand. He staggered backward, his face pale, filled with shock and anger.

"You're not a mortal, you're a sorcerer too?!"

The other two also had their expressions change drastically.

"What an audacious brat! How dare he disguise himself and infiltrate, playing tricks on this old man!"

The old, evil Taoist priest roared, and his aura surged.

"Since you're here, why not stay?"

The short, stocky disciple on the right could no longer contain himself. He formed a hand seal, and his Yin energy condensed into a pitch-black claw shadow, reaching out to grab Fu Ze from afar.

"How dare you ruin my and my disciple's grand plan! Today I will extract your soul and refine it into a soul puppet!"

Fu Ze's expression was indifferent, but his tone was sarcastic.

"Hiding in ancient tombs to raise corpses with living people, harming the villagers—do they even deserve to call themselves cultivators? They're nothing but a bunch of maggots hiding in the shadows!"

"court death!"

Enraged by the insults, the two disciples joined forces to attack, unleashing a barrage of sinister magic.

Fu Ze had already pinched a talisman in his hand and flicked it forward.

Whoosh! Boom!

The talisman burned, its pale red flames flickering.

Another [Maoshan Southern Altar Evil-Repelling Divine Fire Incantation] was unleashed...

The scorching fire-based spiritual energy was extremely effective against this kind of yin and evil spiritual energy, directly dispersing the spells of the two evil cultivators. Then, its power remained undiminished as it charged forward.

The hair and robes of the two heretical cultivators were almost on fire.

They both circulated their spiritual energy to resist while retreating repeatedly, feeling a tightness in their chests and looking pale.

Upon seeing this, the old Taoist priest's face darkened.

This person is so young, yet his cultivation is so solid, far surpassing that of ordinary rogue cultivators. Perhaps he is a core elite disciple of a major sect, sent out for training?

"Useless trash, step down!"

The old, wicked Taoist priest let out a low shout and took action himself.

He made constantly changing hand seals with his left hand, chanting incantations, while simultaneously raising his right hand and slapping it forward.

Whoops!

The dense black yin energy transformed into a pitch-black palm shadow, like a huge palm fan, and rushed towards Fu Ze!

The power of this spell far exceeds that of the two disciples who were pulled earlier by several times.

Fu Ze's eyes narrowed.

He deliberately used only 50% of his spiritual energy, then raised his hand to receive the attack.

"boom--"

The shockwave exploded.

Fu Ze feigned weakness, his body suddenly trembled, and he staggered back several steps, his back slamming against the stone wall of the tomb passage. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his face turned pale, and he cried out in alarm.

"What evil skill! I'm no match for you!"

In fact, Fu Ze didn't lie completely.

In a one-on-one fight, if it were just a contest of magic, he would indeed be no match for this evil old Taoist.

The reason he only used 50% of his strength to receive the attack was because he was a master of internal martial arts and had a strong physical body.

Otherwise, it might turn from "faking an injury" into a real injury.

Fu Ze turned and fled, staggering as if he were seriously injured and running in a panic, heading straight for the exit of the tomb passage.

"Trying to leave?"

The evil old Taoist's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

He could see clearly that this person was one of the best among the young sorcerers, with his essence, blood, and soul being extremely yang and potent, which would be a great tonic for zombies!

If you capture it and feed it into the coffin, your own zombie will definitely be able to break through the White Zombie barrier and its power will increase greatly!

Such a golden opportunity must not be missed!

"Chase him! We can't let him escape!"

At the old Taoist's command, he led two disciples in a full-speed chase.

At this moment, the three of them were filled with greedy thoughts of capturing and killing Fu Ze and feeding the zombies with his blood and soul, and had no time to think about whether there was a trap involved!

Fu Ze was secretly delighted to see the three chasing after him.

"I'm a real acting genius!"