"I understand." Bai Zilin nodded slightly; this time, she was truly going to learn her lesson.
"Alright, clean up the body again. I placed a Fire-Breaking Talisman on your shoulder, and the Corpse Curse has been broken," Ye Xingchen said. "Don't worry about her coming back to life."
Bai Zilin nodded and was about to call someone over to tidy up when two men dressed in black suits, looking extremely cool, walked in.
"Leave this to us. Everyone else, leave." One of the men flashed an ID card.
"Who are you people?" Bai Zilin frowned slightly. The identification document had only flashed in front of her for a moment, and she hadn't even had a chance to see it clearly.
“There’s no need to explain who we are. Your superiors will tell you. Anyone not involved, leave the scene immediately.” A man waved his hand, as if herding livestock.
"You..." Bai Zilin was angry. No matter who the other party was, they should at least make their identities clear, right?
"Alright, people from Xuan Yu Pavilion." Ye Xingchen stopped Bai Zilin, who was about to explode in anger: "Let them handle it. It's just a corpse anyway, there's nothing to do with it."
"Huh." One of the men took off his sunglasses and gave Ye Xingchen a cool look: "You actually know about Xuan Yu Pavilion, that's impressive."
"I know a little." Ye Xingchen glanced at him; the other man was putting on airs a bit. "Is there any problem?"
“Of course there’s a problem.” The man sneered. “I now suspect you’re connected to the zombies. Come back with us for questioning.”
Ye Xingchen stared at him, then suddenly laughed: "If I don't go, are you going to kidnap me and take me back?"
"Of course." The man sneered, made a hand seal with his right hand, and in a flash of inspiration, a green vine appeared on Ye Xingchen's wrist.
The vine grew rapidly and then bound Ye Xingchen like a pair of handcuffs.
"Transformation into Form, and your surname is Zhang?" Ye Xingchen looked at the man with surprise: "A member of the Celestial Masters Daoist sect?"
"You've seen a lot," the man said smugly. "We'll talk about it when we get back. Take him with you."
“These Taoist techniques aren’t for you to bully others.” Ye Xingchen shook his head. “Your master is Zhang Guangfang, the current Celestial Master, right? He sent you out of the mountains to Xuanyu Pavilion for training and cultivation, not to show off your Taoist techniques.”
"Who do you think you are? What right do you have to interfere in the affairs of our Xuan Yi Sect?" The man's expression changed.
"I really have no interest in your Xuan Yi Sect's affairs." Ye Xingchen shook his head and raised his hand. "But isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to treat me like this?"
"I'm Zhang Shihao. I only care about whether I like it or not, I never care about whether it's suitable or not." The man stepped forward, his face almost touching Ye Xingchen's.
"You spat in my face. Didn't your mother teach you to respect others?" Ye Xingchen stared at him and suddenly laughed: "So that's why you're so savage. It turns out you're half demon spirit by blood."
Zhang Shih-hao's face suddenly changed, and his eyes instantly filled with murderous intent.
Ye Xingchen's words struck a nerve.
His father was also a successor of the Xuan Yi School, but he was always unrestrained and acted in ways that were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
He was originally a genius that only appeared once every hundred years in Xuan, but he mated with a demon spirit who cultivated in the mountains, which is how Zhang Shihao was born.
In other words, Zhang Shih-hao's mother is a demon.
Although he later became a disciple of Zhang Guangling, the leader of the Xuan Yi Sect, and was exceptionally talented, this incident was like a stain on his life.
Moreover, because his mother lost all her cultivation for giving birth to him, and was nearly corrupted by demons due to the machinations of malicious people, she is now imprisoned in the Demon-Suppressing Tower of Baxuan Mountain, where she has not taken a single step for twenty years.
"If you want to die, I'll grant your wish right now." Zhang Shih-hao's face turned red, so red it was almost as if blood was dripping from it.
"Senior brother... don't be impulsive." The man next to Zhang Shihao was taken aback. Zhang Shihao himself possessed a certain demonic quality.
Normally, they suppress their emotions and appear no different from ordinary people, but once stimulated, their demonic nature turns into a monster's nature, at which point they lose all reason and can die.
"Look, you change as soon as you get a shock. No normal person would act like you," Ye Xingchen sneered.
Without uttering a word, Zhang Shihao made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, and a dagger materialized. With a roar, he raised his hand and brought the dagger down, about to stab Ye Xingchen in the chest.
Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and the green vine that had been binding his wrist had disappeared.
Then he spread his fingers, raised his hand, and slapped Zhang Shihao hard across the face.
*Thud*... Zhang Shihao let out a howl and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face turned even redder, almost as if it were about to bleed. He let out a hiss, and his fingers moved in a series of hand seals, and a ball of flame suddenly appeared in his hands.
Xuan Yi Sect Taoist Arts, Crimson Flame.
Ye Xingchen pointed with his right hand, and with a "poof," the flames between Zhang Shihao's hands vanished without a trace.
He was stunned for a moment, then roared and formed hand seals again, followed by several wind blades.
Ye Xingchen pointed at the air again, and *poof*... Zhang Shihao's hands were empty once more.
Zhang Shih-hao was not convinced, so he tried again.
Several times, he used different Taoist techniques, but each time Ye Xingchen would simply point a finger and break his techniques without him even realizing it.
Zhang Shih-hao was dumbfounded. Only then did he realize that he had met a master.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked through gritted teeth, staring at Ye Xingchen.
"Who I am is not important." Ye Xingchen shook his head: "You have good talent. Don't ruin your future because of that trace of malevolence from the demon race."
"Senior brother, the opponent seems difficult to deal with. Let's retreat first," another disciple whispered in Zhang Shihao's ear.
Although Zhang Shihao looked unwilling, Ye Xingchen's strength was undeniable, and even if he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.
“We’re taking this person with us,” Zhang Shih-hao said, pointing to the corpse on the ground.
"Go ahead." Ye Xingchen waved his hand.
"Do you know what Xuan Yu Pavilion is?" Zhang Shihao gritted his teeth, still somewhat unwilling.
Whether it's his identity as a disciple of the Celestial Master or his identity as a member of the Xuan Yu Pavilion, either one would be quite impressive, but now it seems that his identity is no longer effective in Ye Xingchen's eyes.
"What kind of place is Xuan Yu Pavilion? Tell me?" Ye Xingchen frowned, somewhat displeased.
This guy isn't a bad person at heart, he just likes to put on airs. If it weren't for that, Ye Xingchen would have killed him long ago.
"Fine, I won't blame you for not knowing what Xuan Yu Pavilion is. Go back and ask your sect." Zhang Shihao sneered, "In the future, stay away from our people, or you won't be so lucky next time."
"If that's how you put it, then I'll have to have a word with you." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "Do you recognize this thing?"
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