Grandpa Ren was furious. "You're bullying the zombies too much!"

I'm a zombie, a zombie that's almost reached the point of hopping, you guys are really disrespecting me.

He exhaled a breath of corpse energy, trying to escape in the chaos.

Old Chen waved his right hand, and a gust of wind appeared, dispersing the corpse energy. He then stared at Old Master Ren.

Even as a zombie who hadn't yet developed any real consciousness, Old Master Ren felt a chill run down his spine.

Belial chuckled wickedly, "So that's all the skill you have. Why don't you let me perform the ritual to help him pass on?"

He was holding his left and right hands together, looking like a street thug.

Old Chen shook his head and said, "To cut the weeds, you must remove the roots. This zombie is just the weeds on the surface. If we don't remove the roots, another zombie might appear in a few days."

Uncle Nine then came to his senses and asked, "Old Chen, are you talking about that feng shui master?"

He was indeed startled just now; in the past, he would have used all sorts of methods to get rid of these zombies.

Unlike Old Chen and this Belial, who easily defeated the zombies with a single move, they were far from having an easy time.

Now that he heard Old Chen say "to cut the weeds, you must nip them in the bud," he naturally thought of that feng shui master.

Belial also stopped, his two scarlet eyes sweeping across the room.

He then chuckled wickedly, "I spotted the bug on my back, but it looks like it's about to run away."

The feng shui master, who was watching from a distance, was terrified by a single glance from Belial and, relying on his intuition, began to flee.

He made a decree with both hands, kicked his feet on the ground, and kept muttering to himself.

The surrounding talismans began to spin rapidly, forming a constantly rotating vortex.

The feng shui master finally calmed down after seeing the vortex, knowing he could now make his escape.

Just as he stepped into the vortex, a hand had already landed on his shoulder without him noticing.

Belial's voice reached my ears.

"Why are you running so fast, you little bug? If you want to watch, then come and watch. Why do you have to be so far away?"

The feng shui master turned around in disbelief, only to see Belial's two eyes, as bright as light bulbs, staring at him.

Holy crap, when did the other person get here? He didn't even notice.

With a slight exertion, Belial distorted the surrounding spacetime, instantly bringing him to the scene.

Although he and Elder Chen were both just clones, dealing with these insignificant ants was still quite simple.

Once the feng shui master arrived at the scene, he knew there was no escaping it, so he simply stopped trying to escape.

He made a sword-like gesture with his right hand and cut a wound on his left wrist.

In an instant, blood gushed out, and he fed all of it to Old Master Ren.

Upon tasting the blood, Old Master Ren immediately embraced the wound and began sucking it.

The blood from cultivators is rapidly increasing his strength.

In just a moment, it broke through to the Jumping Zombie level and is now heading towards the Bronze Armor Corpse.

Uncle Nine couldn't hold back any longer and was about to take action on the spot to prevent him from becoming a menace.

Elder Chen shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist, there's no need. All the big shots from your sect have arrived."

Uncle Nine looked up and saw the leaders of various sects standing in the sky, looking down with interest.

Now that they had been discovered, the leaders of the various sects no longer bothered to conceal their presence and landed directly.

This commotion completely shocked the feng shui master!

Did I do something heinous?

All I did was turn the old master of the Ren family into a zombie. Did all the sect leaders have to personally come out of their way?

The feng shui master had already given up; the moment these sect leaders appeared, he knew he couldn't escape.

Before long, the feng shui master was drained of his life force and tasted the fresh blood. Old Master Ren had also completed his metamorphosis and become a bronze-armored corpse.

By this time, he had developed some intelligence, though not much, but he understood that the best course of action in the current situation was to run.

With a flick of his whisk, the leader of Maoshan Sect instantly bound Old Master Ren, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not escape.

"Thunder, get out of here!"

A thunderbolt struck from a clear sky, and Old Master Ren was instantly reduced to dust.

At this moment, Uncle Nine stepped forward and said, "Please, all sect leaders, come to my dojo. I have already prepared tea."

He knew his sect leader was coming, but he really didn't know how he had managed to bring such a large group of people.

The group of people walked slowly toward the mortuary. At their level, nothing could stir their minds except for becoming immortals.

They were all discussing Dao with Elder Chen and Belial, who had come from the City of Myriad Realms.

The Dao from different worlds did indeed bring them great benefits, and at the same time, it also indirectly confirmed the existence of the City of Myriad Realms.

As the master of the temple, Uncle Nine naturally had to hurry back to prepare tea and drinks to entertain them.

Meanwhile, in Yiwu Village, Uncle Nine's fellow disciples had all arrived.

Especially Shi Jian, the senior disciple of Maoshan, who was sitting in the main seat, said with an impatient look: "What exactly is Lin Fengjiao doing? She notified us to come over, but she herself did not show up."

Sitting below, Master Si Mu defended Uncle Jiu, saying, "Perhaps Senior Brother encountered some trouble and was delayed. Everyone knows what kind of person Senior Brother Lin is."

“Since our senior brother summoned us here, and he hasn’t shown up yet, it must be because he’s encountered some trouble. I suggest we go out and check it out together.”

Just as they were saying they were going out to check, Uncle Nine came in.

The Maoshan Taoists present all called out, "Senior brother, junior brother."

Shi Jian, who was sitting in the main seat, was already very unhappy, and now that he saw Lin Fengjiao was so popular, he was even more unhappy.

She sneered, "Lin Fengjiao, what do you mean by calling all of us here and leaving us hanging?"

Uncle Nine apologized, "Senior Brother, I'm really sorry. I encountered a bronze-armored corpse on my way back, which caused the delay."

When they heard that Lin Fengjiao had encountered the bronze-armored corpse on her way back, everyone gasped in shock.

Everyone knows how troublesome the bronze-armored corpses are; they are impervious to blades and spears and possess immense strength, so encountering them is likely to mean certain death.

In particular, Master Four Eyes immediately praised, "Wow, I didn't expect Senior Brother to become so powerful. He can even deal with the Copper Armor Corpse. His cultivation must have greatly increased."

Upon hearing this, Shi Jian's eyes flashed, and he looked closely before saying in a deep voice, "So Junior Brother has already broken through to the early stage of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness (Nascent Soul Realm). This is indeed something to be happy about."

"But you've summoned us here just for this matter; I'm afraid you need to give us an explanation."

Just as Shi Jian finished speaking, a voice came from outside the door.

"Little pebble, you're jumping around a lot now!"