Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

"Help! Murder!"

Wu Shilang covered his head with his hands and huddled under the octagonal table.

The young prince sat on the bed, holding the wooden sword given to him by Lin Chen.

The royal zombie turned its neck, its green eyes fixed on the young prince. It smelled the scent of blood, bent its legs, and lunged toward the bedside.

"Don't even think about it!"

Master Qianhe got up from the chair, ignoring his still-healing chest wound, grabbed the peach wood sword beside him and held it in front of the young prince. He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the peach wood sword.

The peach wood sword glowed red and pierced the zombie's chest.

"Snapped!"

The royal zombie didn't flinch; the peach wood sword pierced its chest.

The zombie slapped Chizuru on the shoulder with a backhand.

Master Qianhe was sent flying and crashed into the wall.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of black blood and slipped to the ground.

"Uncle-Master!"

Lin Chen's voice came from outside.

Outside the courtyard wall.

"Quickly, go in and save them!"

Lin Chen shouted and rushed into the yard.

Master Four Eyes and Master One-Rest realized what was happening, and the three of them rushed through the main gate and ran to the door of the side room.

Master Qianhe fell into the blood.

The royal zombie's claws were less than half a foot away from the young prince's neck.

"You beast! How dare you touch my junior brother!"

Master Four Eyes' eyes turned red. He slammed the bronze sword in his hand into the ground, formed a hand seal in front of his chest, and chanted a spell.

"Grandmaster above, your disciple Simu, beseeches you with divine intervention!"

Master Simu stomped his feet on the ground and shouted.

"Please let the gods possess me!"

On the altar of the temple, three sticks of incense burned out.

An immense force descended from the sky, pouring into the head of the Four-Eyed Taoist. His gaunt body swelled up, his apricot-yellow Taoist robe was torn by his muscles, turning into strips of cloth hanging on his body, and his eyes widened, with golden light gleaming in their depths.

The Four-Eyed Taoist Priest in his divine state cannot be disturbed.

Lin Chen observed from the side, wondering what the difference was between the four-eyed deity and himself.

Four Eyes rushed into the room and slammed his fist into the head of the royal zombie.

The royal zombie abandoned the young prince and turned to block him with its arm.

"Bang!"

The fist collided with the zombie's arm.

The royal zombie was sent flying several meters away.

Four Eyes chased after it, continuing to hurl punches at the royal zombie, rubbing it against the ground.

"Master, let me help you!"

Jiale ran out of the kitchen carrying a large bucket of glutinous rice water, with Jingjing following behind, holding a Bagua mirror in her hand.

"Jiale, splash it in its eyes!"

Master Ikkyu shouted from the side.

Lin Chen held the lightning-struck wooden sword in his hand, looking for an opportunity.

This royal zombie is tough and resilient; blindly attacking it will only deplete its stamina.

Upon hearing Master Ikkyu's words, Jiale picked up the wooden bucket and splashed the glutinous rice water onto the zombie's face.

"Splash!"

The glutinous rice water was poured onto the zombie's head.

"Sizzle!"

White smoke billowed from the zombie's face, and glutinous rice water flowed down its cheeks and into its eyes, burning them so badly it couldn't open them.

"A great opportunity!"

Lin Chen swept his leg, kicking the zombie's not-fully-recovered right knee.

The zombie's right leg buckled, and it knelt on one knee. Jingjing raised the Bagua mirror and aimed it at the hole in the roof.

Moonlight shone through the hole onto the Bagua mirror, reflecting golden light that struck the zombie's back.

The golden light dispersed the corpse energy on the zombie's back.

The royal zombie raised its head and let out a roar, as black energy burst forth from its body.

Master Simu was thrown out by the shockwave, knocking over the octagonal table in the room. Wu Shilang, who was hiding under the table, was trapped underneath and scrambled out of the room.

Jiale and Jingjing were also shaken and stumbled backward, sitting on the ground.

The royal zombie stood up, its eyes turning blood red.

Master Simu rubbed his chest as he stood up, his muscles beginning to contract.

The time for the summoning ritual is almost up.

"Damn it, this beast is going to fight to the death."

Four Eyes is in such a state that it cannot withstand the zombie's next attack. Seeing the changes in Four Eyes, Lin Chen knew he could not wait any longer.

If the royal zombies were to break out, everyone inside would perish here.

Lin Chen tucked the lightning-struck wooden sword into his belt and formed a hand seal.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, divine beings appear above the nine heavens!"

Lin Chen thought to himself.

This was the third time Lin Chen had used the Maoshan Summoning Technique, a spell that ignored cultivation level requirements and was now activated.

heaven.

Outside the South Heavenly Gate.

The heavenly soldier who had just changed shifts and was about to rest was holding a bowl of celestial wine.

Before they could even take a sip, a familiar suction force rose from the lower realm, directly enveloping the heavenly soldiers' heads.

"Oh my god!"

With a flick of his hand, the celestial soldier spilled all the celestial wine onto the clouds.

"It's that stingy little bastard again!"

The heavenly soldier jumped up and down, cursing loudly.

"I haven't even had a taste of that roast chicken from last time, and now they're trying to freeload again?"

"You didn't even say hello? Do you think Nantianmen is your private inn?"

Despite the cursing, the divine thought still uncontrollably transformed into golden light and headed straight for the mortal realm.

The entrance to the side room.

Golden light pierced through the roof and landed on Lin Chen's head.

Lin Chen's body swelled up, his muscles bulged, and he exuded power.

Now I can punch through a city wall.

The sound of cursing echoed in my mind.

"You brat, you have sixty seconds!"

"If you dare to renege on your debt again this time, I'll go down and tear your Taoist temple down!"

Lin Chen didn't have time to reply.

The countdown has begun.

The battle must be resolved within sixty seconds.

Lin Chen pushed off with his feet and shot forward.

Just then, the royal zombie opened its arms, ready to pounce on the exhausted Four-Eyed Taoist.

Lin Chen arrived in front of it and delivered a hook punch to the zombie's cheek.

"Bang!"

This punch was even more powerful than the one Master Simu had just delivered.

The royal zombie was sent flying, crashing through the wooden partition of the side room and falling into the main hall.

"Well done!"

Master Simu finished his incantation and leaned against the wall, panting heavily as he gave a thumbs-up.

Lin Chen didn't stop and rushed into the lobby.

The summoning spell has too short a duration; a swift victory is necessary.

The royal zombie crawled out of the broken wood, half of its face dented from the blows.

With its copper and iron body, it has strong resilience, and the dented area is bulging up.

The zombie roared and pounced on Lin Chen.

Lin Chen stepped forward, grabbed the zombie's outstretched arm with both hands, pulled it back forcefully, and used the momentum of the zombie's forward charge to perform an over-the-shoulder throw.

"Boom!"

The zombie was thrown onto the lobby floor.

Lin Chen straddled the zombie and began punching it repeatedly in the face.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each punch carried the divine power of a divine invocation.

The zombie roared and struggled as it was beaten, its long fingernails leaving several bloody scratches on Lin Chen's arm.

Lin Chen is now protected by divine power, so this superficial injury doesn't hurt.

Thirty seconds left.

Lin Chen's punches became slower and slower.

The royal zombie seized the opportunity, kneeing Lin Chen up and knocking him to the ground.

It flipped over and jumped up, opening its mouth to bite Lin Chen's neck.

"Stop your arrogance!"

A shout came from the lobby entrance.

Master Ikkyu sat cross-legged on the threshold.

The old monk took off his tattered robe, revealing his bare upper body, bit his middle finger, and used his blood to draw a rune on the vajra pestle.

Master Ikkyu clasped his hands together, holding the Vajra pestle between his palms.

He was reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The blood on the vajra emitted golden light, which transformed into a swastika symbol in mid-air.

Master Ikkyu's face turned red, and he threw the Vajra pestle in his hand.

"Great Luo Mantra, evil spirits be banished!"

The vajra, accompanied by a whooshing sound, struck the heart of the royal zombie.

"Thump!"

The golden light pierced through the bronze skin and iron bones on the zombie's back.

The royal zombie let out a howl.

Its attack on Lin Chen was interrupted, and it stumbled forward and fell to the ground.

At the wound on his back, the golden light of Buddhism and the black corpse energy devoured each other, emitting a corrosive sound.

"Now's the time! Kill it!"

Master Simu leaned against the door frame and shouted.

Lin Chen got up from the ground, with twenty seconds left on the countdown in his mind.

The royal zombie struggled to get up, its body crackling with blue electric arcs—a sign that it was about to explode with corpse energy.

"Don't even think about it!"

Jiale shouted and rushed up, holding half a broken piece of black dog blood ink line in his hand, throwing one end of the ink line to Jingjing.

"Jingjing, hold on!"

The two men stretched the ink line straight, one on each side, and strangled the royal zombie by the neck.