After leaving the cave, Wang Han flew directly to a nearby mountain inhabited by spirits. These spirits varied greatly in size, making it difficult to discern their strength.
Soon, Wang Han arrived at an old tree on another hilltop.
Looking at the old tree in front of him, Wang Han carefully observed it, then stabbed his hand into the trunk with his fingers together like a knife. When he pulled his hand out, he was holding a large, white, plump worm the size of a fist. This worm was the spirit that Wang Han had found.
Looking at the fat worm in his hand, which he didn't know what kind it was, Wang Han felt a little disgusted. Without saying anything, he directly ignited white flames in his hand, burning the worm into a puddle of white ash. There were plenty of monsters out there; he didn't care about one or two.
Brushing the white ash off his hands, Wang Han condensed a ball of water in the air, washed his hands again, and then soared into the sky, flying towards the next monster displayed on the radar.
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While Wang Han was searching for spirits in the mountains, a very special group passed by the wooden house of the Four-Eyed Taoist and the Monk Ikkyu.
At the head of the procession, a middle-aged Taoist priest in an orange robe and black hat, with his hair tied in a bun, led the way. Behind him, four soldiers in blue uniforms bearing the character for "bravery" and four young Taoist priests in white robes, carrying peach wood swords and with their long hair also tied in buns, struggled to push a four-wheeled wooden cart. On the cart, a golden coffin was wrapped in a thin ink net, and a red cloth covered it. A small tent was also set up on the cart to provide shade and shelter from the rain.
Behind the wooden cart carrying the golden coffin, four soldiers carried a small red sedan chair, upon which sat a young boy dressed in a red prince's robe. Around the sedan chair, three skilled martial artists dressed in white, simple armor, and red headscarves, armed with weapons, stood guard. A man wearing a greyish-yellow headscarf followed closely beside the sedan chair, attentive to the young prince seated within. Finally, some soldiers pulled boxes and other supplies. This unusual group numbered over twenty people in total.
Inside the wooden house, upon seeing the special group approaching from outside, Monk Ikkyu and Taoist Simu led their disciples out of the house and walked in front of the Taoist in the orange robe.
"Senior Brother." Upon seeing the Four-Eyed Taoist approaching, the Taoist in the orange robe quickly stepped forward, forming a Maoshan sect seal with his hands in front of his chest as a greeting.
"Junior brother." The Four-Eyed Daoist also formed a Daoist seal in front of his chest to return the greeting.
"Uncle-Master," Jiale quickly followed suit, forming a Dao seal to greet him.
"Ahem." Si Mu coughed and glared at Jia Le. Jia Le immediately raised his hands above his head and called out again, "Uncle-Master."
"Master Qianhe, Amitabha." Ikkyu greeted the Taoist.
“Master Ikkyu,” Master Chizuru immediately returned the greeting.
After exchanging greetings, Daoist Qianhe said to Daoist Simu, "Senior brother, may I borrow some glutinous rice from you?"
Master Simu nodded and instructed Jiale, "Jiale, go back and get some glutinous rice for your martial uncle."
"Yes, Master." Jiale quickly replied and went back into the house.
"Why did you stop?" The man serving the young prince asked quickly when he saw the procession stop.
Upon hearing this, Daoist Qianhe quickly replied, "Manager Wu, I'll ask my senior brother to lend me some glutinous rice."
"Minister Wu, let everyone rest for a bit," said the young prince on the palanquin.
"Yes." Upon hearing the young prince's order, Steward Wu quickly responded and instructed everyone, "Everyone, take a rest."
Four-Eyes Taoist and Monk Ikkyu followed Master Chizuru to the side of the golden coffin.
With a solemn expression, they asked, "The bronze horn and golden coffin is entangled in an ink-line net. Could it be that something is inside?"
“That’s right, they are zombies.” Master Qianhe nodded.
"Why didn't you burn it?" the Four-Eyed Taoist asked in confusion.
"Alas," Master Qianhe sighed and said, "This zombie is a member of the royal family on the frontier. It cannot be burned. We must transport it to the capital as soon as possible and await the Emperor's decision."
"Master Qianhe, why don't you take down the tent and let it absorb some sunlight to reduce the corpse energy?"
“That’s right.” Upon hearing this, Daoist Qianhe’s eyes lit up, and he turned to his four disciples and instructed them: “East, west, south, north, dismantle the tents.”
"Yes." Upon hearing their master's instructions, the four young Taoists carrying peach wood swords immediately responded and began to dismantle the tent on the golden coffin.
"What's going on? Why are you taking down the tent?" The man serving the young prince shouted as he saw Daoist Qianhe's disciples dismantling the tent of the golden coffin.
"Manager Wu, listen to me." Daoist Qianhe quickly stepped forward and said, "It's like this, absorbing more sunlight can reduce the corpse energy."
"I see." Steward Wu nodded. "Then let's dismantle it, but be careful."
Soon, Jiale brought the glutinous rice and handed it to Daoist Yihe. This very special team had rested and set off again.
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"Great Immortal, Great Hero, Great Brother, Great Lord, please don't kill me! I have elderly parents to care for, young children to raise, and a tigress in the middle who depends on me for food. If I die, they will starve to death too." On the other side, a fierce tiger, its face bruised and swollen, its skin torn and bleeding, lay sprawled on the ground with its limbs spread wide, its blood-red mouth spouting human words, completely disregarding the dignity of the king of beasts, begging for mercy in a low and humble voice.
"Heh. I can believe you have children to raise, but you also have elderly parents to care for. When did you tigers change your lifestyle?" Wang Han looked at the big tiger in front of him, clenched his fist, and scanned the tiger's body. "But none of that matters."
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