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

Lin Chen felt the changes within his body.

After breaking through to the early stage of Taoist cultivation, the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture circulated twice as fast.

The magical power that was originally as thin as a spider's thread is now as thick as a little finger, flowing through the meridians, carrying a gentle yet domineering aura.

The senses became more acute; the sound of leaves falling from dozens of meters away could be heard clearly.

Lin Chen clenched his fist. With his current strength, even without using the summoning technique, he could easily deal with that mountain demon.

The Taoist priest with four eyes in front of him was unaware of Lin Chen's change and was still focused on shaking the Three Pure Ones Bell.

"Ring ring ring".

"When the dead travel, the living must avoid them!"

As dawn broke, the mountain path came to an end.

A large open space appeared ahead, with a wide bluestone road leading straight ahead, and a tall bluestone archway standing at the end of the road.

The words "Renjia Town" are engraved on it.

Lin Chen looked up.

This town is much more prosperous than Qingshan Town.

Early in the morning, vendors set up stalls on the outskirts of the town, and various two-story villas and brick houses with tiled roofs were scattered in an orderly fashion.

"arrive."

Master Simu stopped in his tracks.

"Your Uncle Lin's mortuary is just ahead."

Master Simu, ringing his bell, led ten corpses around the main street and along a small path on the edge of the town.

The mortuary was built at the most remote western end of the town, with no other houses around.

There were only vast stretches of wasteland and a few old locust trees before a large courtyard came into view.

Two white lanterns hung above the gate, and the plaque above the gate read "Yizhuang" (meaning "mortuary" or "charitable institution").

Master Simu walked to the gate and kicked it.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Open the door! Open the door! Senior brother! I'm here!"

Master Simu shouted at the top of his lungs.

The courtyard was quiet until a while later, the sound of slippers mopping the floor could be heard.

"Here they come, here they come, calling back the soul so early in the morning."

A man with a mushroom-shaped haircut, wearing a white tank top and shorts, opened the door.

It is precisely his literary talent.

Wen Cai rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned.

Who is it?

He opened his eyes and immediately saw the Four-Eyed Taoist standing outside the door, followed by ten Qing Dynasty zombies standing neatly behind him, each with a yellow talisman on its forehead.

"Uncle-Master Four Eyes! Junior Brother Lin Chen, what brings you here!"

Master Simu loved teasing his timid junior apprentice the most.

"Oh no! The talisman fell! The corpse has risen!"

Master Four Eyes deliberately shouted loudly and waved the soul-summoning banner in his hand. The ten zombies jumped forward in unison.

"Bang!"

The sound of the shoes landing was particularly loud in the early morning. Wen Cai was suddenly startled, his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground. He scrambled and rolled towards the main hall, even losing one of his shoes in the process.

The door to the main hall opened.

A middle-aged man wearing a white jacket with a front opening and unibrows came out.

Uncle Nine had a stern face, his hands behind his back, and a sharp look in his eyes. He exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.

He saw Wencai on the ground and was furious. He kicked Wencai in the butt.

"What a spineless coward, he panics at the slightest thing."

Uncle Nine raised his head and looked towards the main entrance.

I saw Master Si Mu clutching his stomach and laughing.

Uncle Nine rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Who do we have here? It's you, you four-eyed guy."

"They came knocking on the door so early in the morning and even tried to scare my apprentice."

Master Simu stopped laughing and stepped into the courtyard.

"Feng Jiao, your apprentice is too timid."

"He spends his days in the mortuary, and he's still scared like this by a few zombies."

Uncle Nine's face darkened, and he let out a cold snort.

"My name is Lin Jiu, don't call me Feng Jiao."

Uncle Nine hates it when people call him by his real name.

Master Simu just loved to tease him with this.

"Alright, alright, Senior Brother Lin Jiu."

Master Simu planted the soul-summoning banner in the mud of the courtyard and turned to shout towards the door.

"Disciple, come in and pay your respects to your Martial Uncle Lin."

Lin Chen strode into the courtyard, dressed in a clean blue Taoist robe, with a lightning-struck wooden sword hanging at his waist. He stood tall and exuded an air of grandeur.

He walked up to Uncle Jiu and respectfully performed a Maoshan salute.

"Disciple Lin Chen greets Senior Uncle Lin."

His voice was loud and clear, full of energy.

Uncle Nine looked at Lin Chen in front of him and was secretly alarmed after a brief examination.

The young man's breathing was deep and his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, so he was definitely not a novice Taoist. Uncle Nine secretly used his magic to investigate.

Upon this investigation, Uncle Nine was suddenly shocked.

Qi and blood flow like a furnace, generating endless magical power.

This clearly indicates that he has already entered the early stage of Taoist cultivation.

Uncle Nine stared wide-eyed at Master Four Eyes.

"Four Eyes, is this your new apprentice?"

Master Simu raised his chin smugly.

"Of course, it's only been a little over a month since we started harvesting."

"So, what do you think? Does my apprentice meet your standards?"

Uncle Nine's mind was in turmoil.

A little over a month? He's already reached the early stage of Taoist cultivation?

What the hell is this freak?

Back then, Lin Jiu was exceptionally gifted, and it took him three years of arduous cultivation to finally reach the Taoist realm.

How could Si Mu, this half-baked guy, actually manage to recruit such a peerless genius? Uncle Jiu felt a pang of envy.

But on the surface, he still maintained the dignity of an elder.

He coughed twice and nodded.

"Hmm, not bad, the potential is acceptable."

"It's better than your good-for-nothing Jiale."

Master Simu curled his lip.

"What do you mean by 'stronger'? It's like comparing heaven and earth."

"Alright, stop standing in the yard in the cold wind."

"Wencai! What are you still doing sitting on the ground?"

Uncle Nine turned and roared at Wen Cai.

"Hurry up and help us get your Uncle Four-Eyes's client into the morgue!"

Wencai then got up from the ground, picked up his lost shoes, put them on, rubbed his bottom, and walked over to Simu.

"Greetings, Uncle Four Eyes."

Wen Cai timidly greeted him.

Master Simu handed the Three Pure Ones Bell to Wencai.

"Be careful leading the way, these bosses have bad tempers."

Wencai took the bell and led the way with a bitter face.

Lin Chen helped herd the ten corpses into the morgue in the backyard.

The morgue at the mortuary is very large.

Inside were dozens of dark coffins.

Several rows of unidentified corpses wrapped in straw mats stood against the wall.

The air was filled with a strong smell of incense and candles, as well as the smell of preservatives.

The body was properly disposed of.

Lin Chen closed the door to the morgue.

Back in the lobby.

Uncle Nine has already brewed the tea.

Master Simu was gulping down his tea.

"Your tea leaves are no good; they're all broken pieces."

Master Four Eyes smacked his lips in disdain.

Uncle Nine glared at him.

"Take it or leave it, it's good enough that there's something to drink."

"You've traveled quite a distance on this job. Did you encounter any trouble along the way?"

Master Simu put down his teacup.

"Don't even mention it, I encountered a hundred-year-old fox demon in the woods last night."

"They can even use illusion magic."

Uncle Nine frowned.

"A hundred-year-old fox demon? That's not easy to deal with."

"Did you use a summoning spell?"

Master Simu waved his hand.

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

"I didn't even lift a finger; my apprentice, Lin Chen, chopped off that fox's head with just two sword strikes."

Master Four Eyes pointed to Lin Chen, who had just entered.

Uncle Nine had just picked up his teacup when he almost spilled the tea. He looked at Lin Chen with disbelief on his face.

"Him? He killed a hundred-year-old fox demon with two sword strikes?"

Fox spirits excel at charm and speed.

Even a mid-stage Taoist would have to put up a fight if he encountered this. How could a novice who has only been practicing for a little over a month be killed in two sword strikes?

Seeing that Uncle Nine didn't believe him, Master Four Eyes became even more smug.

"You still don't believe me."

"Lin Chen, show your sword to your senior master."

Lin Chen walked to the table.

He took the lightning-struck wooden sword from his waist and handed it to Uncle Nine with both hands.

"Master, please take a look."

Uncle Nine put down his teacup, took the wooden sword, and his expression changed the moment he held it.