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

"Sizzle!"

The ink line touched the zombie's flesh, burning deep scorch marks.

The royal zombie thrashed about in agony.

Jiale and Jingjing were too weak and were dragged along the ground by the zombies.

"I'll never let go, even if it kills me!" Jia Le gritted his teeth and held on.

With her other hand, Jingjing held up a Bagua mirror and aimed it at the zombie's eyes. The moonlight reflected off the mirror, and the dazzling light made it impossible for the zombie to open its eyes.

Fifteen seconds!

Lin Chen drew the lightning-struck wooden sword from his waist with a backhand motion.

He mobilized all the magical power within his body, combined with the last bit of divine power brought by the summoning spell, and poured it all into the sword.

Suddenly, blue lightning flashed on the jet-black lightning-struck wooden sword, and the charred patterns on the sword seemed to come alive, radiating an extremely domineering aura of heavenly lightning.

"You beast, set off on your journey!"

Lin Chen gripped his sword with both hands and leaped high into the air.

He aimed at the back of the royal zombie's neck, the weakest point in its defenses.

The royal zombie sensed a deadly threat and desperately tried to break free of the ink line.

Jiale and Jingjing were thrown out and crashed heavily into the corner of the wall.

The zombie had just turned its head.

Lin Chen's lightning-struck wooden sword has arrived.

"Pfft!"

There was no metallic clanging sound.

The lightning-struck wooden sword, imbued with the righteous energy of heavenly lightning, pierced the neck of the royal zombie, its blade traveling downwards and piercing through its spine.

Ten seconds!

The royal zombie's body instantly stiffened.

The blue lightning within its body collided with the righteous energy of heavenly thunder on the lightning-struck wood, like throwing a torch into a powder keg.

"Boom!"

A muffled explosion came from inside the zombie.

Black blood gushed from the wound, splattering all over Lin Chen.

"Back up! It's going to explode!"

Master Four Eyes reacted swiftly, rushing forward to grab Lin Chen's belt and pulling him backward with all his might.

The two had just leaped out of the threshold of the lobby.

The royal zombie's body suddenly swelled up.

"Bang!"

The loud explosion echoed across the back mountain, shattering the floor tiles of the main hall, breaking two wooden pillars, and causing roof tiles to fall off. Black smoke and a burnt smell filled the temple grounds.

One second!

The cursing voice in my head rang out right on time.

"Well done, kid! That lightning strike was really satisfying!"

"Remember my roast chicken! You need two! Otherwise, I'll be cursing you in my dreams every day!"

The heavenly soldier's divine sense transformed into a golden light, which was drawn away from Lin Chen's head and shot straight into the sky.

The muscles that had been bulging on Lin Chen's body instantly deflated.

A strong feeling of weakness washed over me.

His legs gave way and he collapsed onto the muddy ground in the yard, too weak to even move a finger.

The black smoke in the lobby gradually dissipated.

The royal zombies have disappeared.

All that remained on the ground was a large pool of black ash and a few charred bone fragments.

The lightning-struck wooden sword was stuck diagonally in a crack in the floor tiles, with faint arcs of electricity still dancing on its blade.

This monster absorbed heavenly lightning and mutated into a half-step bronze-armored corpse.

They were finally completely wiped out.

The courtyard was very quiet.

After a while, a coughing sound came from the corner. Jiale stood up, leaning against the wall, looking disheveled and his trousers were torn to shreds.

"Master...Junior Brother...Are you still alive?" Jiale asked weakly.

Master Simu lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.

"Nonsense... Your master is tough as nails."

Master Simu struggled to sit up and glanced at the pile of ashes in the main hall.

The old Taoist priest laughed heartily and said...

"Hahaha, that beast is finally dead!"

"My reputation as the authentic Maoshan sect has been preserved!"

Master Ikkyu, leaning on his vajra pestle, limped over from the threshold.

The old monk's face was covered in dust and dirt, and he looked very disheveled.

"Amitabha, Brother Four Eyes, a monk does not lie."

"If it weren't for my Great Luo Spell breaking its defenses just now, your disciple's wooden sword wouldn't have been able to pierce it."

Upon hearing this, Master Four Eyes immediately became displeased.

He stood up, supporting himself with his hands, and pointed at Master Ikkyu's nose.

"You old bald monk, stop patting yourself on the back!"

"It was clearly my disciple Lin Chen who was incredibly brave and decisive, turning the tide with a single sword strike."

"Your broken pestle is barely enough to scratch an itch!"

Both of them were seriously injured, but they hadn't changed their bickering habit at all.

Lin Chen lay on the ground, looking at the night sky, too exhausted even to roll his eyes.

These two old clowns are really something else.

Jingjing ran over and helped Master Yixiu up, while Jiale also came over and pulled Lin Chen up.

"Junior brother, are you alright?" Jiale looked at Lin Chen with admiration.

The image of Lin Chen riding on the zombie and beating it up was deeply imprinted in Jia Le's mind.

This isn't cultivation; this is practically a humanoid beast.

"It's nothing, I'm just exhausted," Lin Chen said weakly, waving his hand.

At that moment, the door to the side room opened a crack.

Wu Shilang poked his head out and looked around.

Only after confirming that the zombie had truly turned to ash did he run out, his fingers delicately gesturing.

"Oh my god, that scared me to death! That scared me to death!"

Minister Wu patted his chest, and white powder from his face fell to the ground.

Four guards also ran out, holding knives in their hands, their legs trembling like leaves.

Master Simu looked at this group of people and was furious.

"They all cower in their shells when they're fighting, but come out and steal the spotlight after the fight is over."

"Manager Wu, your skill in escaping danger is far superior to your silver tongue."

Wu Shilang blushed after being rebuked, but surprisingly, he didn't retaliate.

He knew that if it weren't for the Taoist priests and monks fighting so hard tonight, they would all have become zombie snacks.

Master Qianhe, clutching his chest, walked out with the help of the young prince.

His face turned deathly pale as he walked up to Lin Chen and Master Simu.

"Senior brother, junior nephew Lin, Master Ikkyu, your kindness and virtue are unforgettable."

Master Qianhe was about to kneel down as he spoke.

Master Simu quickly grabbed him.

"Alright, alright, we're all fellow disciples, why bother with all this formalities?"

"Go back to bed right away, the corpse poison hasn't been completely cleared out yet."

The group helped each other up and began to clean up the mess.

The lobby was completely uninhabitable; there was a huge hole in the roof and broken bricks were scattered all over the floor.

Everyone had to move to the guest rooms in the backyard to rest.

Lin Chen returned to his room.

He didn't even take off his clothes before collapsing onto the wooden bed. Although he was so exhausted that his bones felt like they were about to fall apart, he was in high spirits.

The clock on the wall ticked away.

Although it wasn't midnight yet, the system notifications in my mind were already going off like crazy.

[Ding! Detection indicates the host has successfully killed a mutated royal zombie.]

This target is extremely dangerous, far exceeding the host's current level.

[Battle results will be announced early!]

[Combat participation: Extremely high!]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained: Strength +2, Agility +2, Constitution +2, Spirit +2.]

What the hell!

Lin Chen cursed inwardly.

Add two points to all attributes!

A warm current appeared and surged into Lin Chen's body. His exhausted and sore muscles were enveloped by the warm current, and he could feel his bones cracking and hardening, and his muscle strength increasing.

The sensory perception of the five senses is enhanced.

He can now even hear the Four-Eyes Taoist priest snoring in the next room.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the cultivation technique: Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture (fragment).]

[Note: This is the fundamental mental cultivation method of Maoshan, which can greatly enhance the purity of magical power and its recovery speed.]

Lin Chen's heart pounded wildly.

This is good stuff!

The Maoshan Breathing Technique he had previously practiced was only an introductory technique, and his magical power recovered slowly.

With this Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture, I won't have to be stingy and calculating about magical power when drawing talismans and casting spells in the future.

Lin Chen was so excited he almost jumped out of bed and began to meditate, circulating the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture he had just obtained.

The magical power within his dantian, which was originally as thin as a wisp of silk, began to grow rapidly.

It travels along the meridians throughout the body, repairing the hidden injuries left by the battle.

Lin Chen slept very soundly that night.