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

Half an hour later, in the main hall on the first floor of the Marshal's Mansion.

Commander Long personally carried a heavy black leather suitcase and placed it on the coffee table.

The box was opened.

The golden light was so dazzling that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Inside, there were fifty large yellow croakers neatly stacked, along with several thick stacks of silver notes.

"Master Lin, Uncle Jiu, Master Si Mu."

Commander Long patted his chest, exuding heroic spirit.

"Here are fifty gold bars and five thousand silver dollars, a small token of my appreciation."

"From now on in the provincial capital, if you three need my help, please don't hesitate to ask!"

Master Simu looked at the box. All the hard-earned money he had made in his life from transporting corpses was less than half of what was in this box.

Uncle Nine maintained his air of superiority, merely taking a tactical sip of water from his teacup to conceal the turmoil within him.

Lin Chen didn't stand on ceremony; he simply closed the suitcase and pushed it to Si Mu's side.

"The commander is generous and kind."

"But money aside, the feng shui of the Marshal's Mansion still needs to be rearranged, otherwise it will easily attract evil spirits."

Commander Long nodded repeatedly in agreement.

As they were talking, footsteps came from the second-floor staircase.

Aunt Zhe came downstairs carrying a basin of hot water, looked at the table full of gold bars, and snorted coldly.

"Wow, you took the money pretty easily."

"What? My delivery job was only worth two gold bars, and you and your apprentices took the lion's share?"

Uncle Nine nearly spat out his tea and awkwardly put down his teacup.

"Junior sister, what kind of talk is that? We'll split the money equally, equally."

Commander Long quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Zhe Gu. I have prepared another thousand silver dollars, which I will have delivered to your Taoist temple later."

Aunt Zhe's expression softened, and she glared at Uncle Jiu.

"That's more like it. Michelle just fell asleep. Mother and child are both fine, there's nothing seriously wrong."

"However, her body is severely depleted, and she needs ginseng to keep her going."

Commander Long readily agreed and immediately ordered his servants to fetch the best old ginseng from the pharmacy.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Lin Chen found a chair and sat down, then took out the black wooden plaque he had found in the ancestral hall of the Marshal's Mansion from his pocket.

"Master Uncle, the Nine Nether Sect's plans in the provincial capital have failed."

"The unfinished flying zombie was burned to ashes, and the twelve bronze array eyes were broken. These evil cultivators will definitely not swallow this insult."

Uncle Nine solemnly accepted the wooden plaque.

"Indeed, these evil cultivators are ruthless. In order to accelerate the growth of the Flying Corpse King, they actually used the provincial capital with a population of hundreds of thousands as a sacrifice."

"This time we ruined their big plan, and the Nine Nether Sect will definitely retaliate."

Master Four Eyes sneered.

"Let them retaliate then, are we afraid of them?"

"Now we have two geomancers, and that brat Lin Chen is here too. If one comes, we'll kill him; if two come, we'll take them both!"

Lin Chen was not blindly optimistic. He knew that the Nine Nether Sect was a villain that did not exist in the original universe, and that it had a huge backstory.

"Master, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark."

"The Nine Nether Sect is most skilled at using others to do their dirty work and feng shui formations."

"The large array they set up in the provincial capital wasn't just for nurturing that flying zombie; it was more like they were testing some kind of method for absorbing resentment."

A look of admiration flashed in Uncle Nine's eyes.

"Lin Chen is right. The evil infant in the Marshal's Mansion, as well as the twelve bronze artifacts, are all extremely yin and evil things."

"They are experimenting with how to perfectly revive the Flying Corpse King."

Uncle Nine stood up, put his hands behind his back, and took a few steps in the hall.

"The provincial capital is just an experimental field. Their real lair, or rather, the true hiding place of the Flying Corpse King, is definitely not here."

Commander Long felt a chill run down his spine.

"Uncle Jiu, will they come to the provincial capital to cause trouble again?"

"Not in the short term," Uncle Nine shook his head.

"With the formation broken, the person who cast the spell will definitely suffer a backlash and won't recover for several months."

"They should already know that Shi Jian died at our hands. With both old and new grudges combined, their next move will surely be a thunderous strike."

Lin Chen snorted.

"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."

"As long as your fists are strong enough, who cares about the Nine Nether Gates or the Ten Nether Gates? They'll all be physically exorcised."

Looking at the confident Lin Chen, Uncle Jiu felt much more at ease. Having such a monstrous junior disciple was indeed reassuring.

It was late at night.

The Marshal's Mansion arranged several superior rooms for everyone to rest.

Lin Chen returned to his room and sat cross-legged on the bed.

The series of battles tonight made his liquid magic even more solid.

He closed his eyes and began to circulate the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing".

Thunder and fire mingled within his body, and the Geng metal energy flowed wildly through his meridians, constantly tempering his bones and muscles.

Lin Chen could feel that his physical strength was slowly and steadily increasing.

I should head back to Renjia Town tomorrow.

I wonder if those two troublemakers, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, have gotten themselves into any new trouble.

Once midnight had passed, Lin Chen withdrew his magical power.

He touched the purple-gold Heavenly Thunder Mark between his eyebrows.

"It's been a long time since I visited anyone online; I should go and keep in touch."

Lin Chen lit three sticks of sandalwood incense and placed them in the incense burner by his bedside. He then formed a mudra with his hands to invite the gods and calmed his mind.

The divine thought detached from the physical body and soared into the sky along with the blue smoke from the incense.

Through the clouds, the South Heavenly Gate appeared in the sea of ​​clouds.

Lin Chen drifted towards the jade pillar on the left side of the South Heavenly Gate.

A celestial soldier in silver armor was dozing against a pillar, his halberd planted firmly on the ground.

"Brother Wang, are you on duty?" Lin Chen asked telepathically.

Wang Tianbing opened his eyes and, upon seeing Lin Chen, immediately burst into laughter.

"Hey, Brother Lin! You've finally arrived!"

"Last time you prepared a hundred roasted sheep, Xin Tianjun of the Thunder Department enjoyed them so much that he bragged about them to everyone he met back in Heaven."

Lin Chen used the power of incense to conjure two jars of aged Shaoxing wine and a roast goose, and handed them over.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation. Brother Wang works hard on duty, so please take it and treat yourself."

Wang Tianbing took it and stuffed it under his armor.

"That's a real friend! You're such a good guy, bro!"

Wang Tianbing looked around and lowered his voice.

"Hey bro, you're in luck today. I'll introduce you to a big shot."

Lin Chen asked a question.

"Which big shot?"

Wang Tianbing gestured towards the right side of Nantianmen.

"Look, that young master just happened to be taking a stroll at Nantianmen today."

Lin Chen looked in that direction.

A cute little boy sat on a cloud, barefoot, with two flaming wheels under his feet, and held a red ribbon in his hand as he stirred the sea of ​​clouds.

Nezha, the Third Prince.

Last time, when dealing with the Thousand-Year Flying Zombie in Dafangbo Town, Lin Chen promised one hundred whole roasted lambs and fifty catties of extremely spicy hot pot base, which moved a wisp of Nezha's divine consciousness.

"Let's go over there and try to get on their good side." Wang Tianbing pulled Lin Chen along as they floated over.

"Third Prince, look who's here!" Wang Tianbing stepped forward and greeted him.

Nezha turned around and looked at Lin Chen.

"Huh? Aren't you that little Taoist priest surnamed Lin from the lower realm?"

Nezha jumped down from the cloud, his Wind Fire Wheels spinning incessantly.

"That insanely spicy hot pot broth you gave me last time, it was fucking potent!"

"I gave some to the Celestial Hound, and that damn dog was so spicy he ran three laps around the Southern Heavenly Gate, his tongue was all swollen, hahaha!"

Lin Chen continued.

"As long as the Third Prince is happy."

"That insanely spicy broth is just an appetizer; the lower realms have come up with quite a few new variations."

Nezha leaned closer and asked.

"What new trick is it? Tell me about it!"

"Have you ever tried spicy strips?" Lin Chen asked.

"Made with a secret blend of spices and the strongest chili oil, each bite is like a burst of fire in your mouth, and it's incredibly chewy."

Nezha swallowed.

Lin Chen continued to deceive.

"There are also self-heating hot pots, spicy crayfish, spicy crab..."

"If the Third Prince wants to eat it, I'll bring you several dozen kilograms next time."

Nezha laughed and patted Lin Chen's shoulder with his little hand.

"Good lad! You're a true friend!"

"From now on, if you encounter any tough opponents in the mortal realm that you can't defeat, just state my name!"

"If stating his name doesn't work, burn more incense and invite me down here. I, the Crown Prince, will smash him to death with my Universe Ring!"

If you encounter a formidable opponent, it's much easier to just ask Nezha to come down.

"Then thank you very much for your care, Third Prince."

I chatted with Nezha and Wang Tianbing about food for a while.

Lin Chen felt that the incense was almost burned out, so he took his leave and withdrew from the Heavenly Court.

The divine consciousness returns to the physical body.

Lin Chen opened his eyes; it was already daylight outside the window.

Lin Chen got out of bed, stretched his limbs, and pushed open the door.