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"Master, you're back."

As the roosters crowed in the early morning, Tan Wenjie walked through the gate with his hands behind his back, greeted by voices from both sides.

He nodded slightly.

"Are you in a good mood?"

"It's good."

Tan Wenjie's good mood stemmed from the global rectification plan. With the support of the entire Maoshan righteous path, the rest would naturally fall into place.

He only needs to provide resources, cultivation techniques, magical artifacts, and so on, and he can easily raise the basic combat power of the entire world. His worries will be greatly reduced, and it is even possible that he can truly turn this place into his own backyard.

"Sir, you're back. A female reporter from Shanghai is coming up ahead." Jingjing happened to come out and greeted Tan Wenjie. "She's carrying a letter of recommendation and says she wants to interview you."

"I?"

Tan Wenjie was puzzled. He had been in Shanghai for a while and thought that many people would come to his door. He was prepared for his doorstep to be worn down by the crowds, but no one came to his door at all.

Why is it that when I went home, someone else came to visit?

"Yes." Jingjing nodded, feeling a little strange herself.

"No rush, go get me a glass of water first, then get a basin of water to wash my face." Tan Wenjie walked into the house, plopped down in a chair, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.

"Yes."

After a while, footsteps were heard.

A steaming, damp towel gently wiped her cheeks, and soon a pair of small hands gently pressed her temples, then went to massage her shoulders.

After a while, Tan Wenjie opened his eyes.

"Let's go see that guest."

The person who had just massaged him was Bai Min'er. With Tan Wenjie's skills, he could easily pinpoint her location even if she was in Tanjia Town.

This intimate contact was, in fact, an unspoken understanding.

Thinking to himself, "The master's life is still the most comfortable," Tan Wenjie got up and left with Bai Min'er.

As for Caiyi and the others riding the Nine Dragons Carriage to "eliminate the weeds and eradicate the roots," given their cultivation level, they didn't need to ask any further questions. Judging from Bai Min'er's calm expression, they could guess the outcome. They probably didn't feel anything at all and returned after a quick stroll.

As soon as he entered the reception room, a letter was delivered to Tan Wenjie.

The signature is Zhang Dadan.

He glanced around, and as he walked further in, he saw a girl with braids. She was curiously looking around, her back straight, her hands resting on her knees.

"Boss Tan...it's you!" The girl's dark eyes widened in surprise.

When she saw that handsome face, she suddenly remembered that the "fairy" she had dreamed about while sleeping on the train that day was him. Now that she thought about it carefully, she realized that even the flag on the cloud carriage had the character "Tan" written on it.

"It's me?" Tan Wenjie asked in confusion. "You know me?"

"I don't know him." She blushed and lowered her head.

I dreamt of him before I even met him. If I were to tell the truth, it would definitely give people the impression that I'm promiscuous and infatuated.

She might have dreamt about it because she was too nervous at the time. As for the idea that "I've dreamt about this scene before," she had read about it in a book, and it has nothing to do with predicting the future.

After taking a couple of deep breaths with her small chest puffed out, she said, "My name is Zhao Xiaofang, and I'm a reporter from the Shanghai Tan newspaper. I came to visit you because I wanted to write an article about the Celestial Masters."

“Then you’ve come to the right person.” Tan Wenjie nodded. “I am indeed the most senior and strongest in the Spirit Realm right now.”

Zhao Xiaofang: "..."

He's good-looking, but not very humble.

"I've heard that the supernatural world catches ghosts and zombies?"

“Yes.” Tan Wenjie nodded.

There's nothing to be ashamed of in admitting it. When I was weak, I had to hide it, but now that I'm powerful, I can admit to having zombies or even announce to the world that I'm a god without any problem.

"Can I see zombies?" Zhao Xiaofang's eyes lit up. "Not just zombies, can I see ghosts? Or monsters?"

“Of course.” Tan Wenjie nodded. “Someone take Miss Zhao to the power room for a tour, there are also zombies…”

“The night before last, Wangcai and his friends caught a zombie king,” Bai Min’er reminded them from the side.

"The Zombie King?" Zhao Xiaofang's ears perked up.

“Zombies are immortal and indestructible, existing outside the six realms of existence and outside the five elements,” Tan Wenjie casually explained. “Humans die because they take their last breath, and zombies come back to life because they hold their breath. Ordinary zombies are invulnerable to swords and spears, while those that can fly and burrow underground, almost like immortals, are zombie kings.”

That's quite a boast. How could such a powerful zombie be caught?

"What's your name?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"Zombie King Xuan Kui".

"Do zombies have names?" Zhao Xiaofang asked again.

Her inquisitive spirit was aroused, and even though she was convinced that Tan Wenjie was making things up, she still couldn't control her curiosity.

"Whether it's a person or an animal, as long as they achieve something, they will definitely gain recognition."

"Could you take me to see it?"

"It bites."

"You've already caught him, are you still afraid he'll bite someone?"

A mere zombie king is not worth Tan Wenjie's special trip to see. In the world of Lotus Lantern, countless demon kings and generals would want to worship at the foot of his mountain every day. Any one of them could easily slaughter the so-called zombie king.

Even Little Drill Wind from Lion Camel Ridge isn't much weaker.

"This way, please." Bai Min'er took the initiative to introduce them and left with Zhao Xiaofang.

The two arrived at the backyard of the Tan residence, exited through a small gate, and after turning several corners, arrived at the Zixia Temple. Inside the Zixia Temple, the disciples were sitting cross-legged, chanting scriptures with solemn expressions.

It was buzzing and muttering, I don't know what it was muttering.

Suddenly Zhao Xiaofang walked over, and a group of disciples, like vicious dogs seeing meat, excitedly surrounded her.

"Uncle Bai, who is this young lady?"

"Could it be another of Boss Tan's confidantes?"

“This is Miss Zhao from Shanghai. She’s here to gather material for her newspaper.” Bai Min’er glared at Wangcai, who was speaking without thinking, and continued, “She just happened to hear that you caught a zombie king and wanted to come and see for herself.”

Then Bai Min'er said, "Wangcai, you've been poisoned by corpse poison, don't you know you should take good care of your injuries?"

Wangcai argued, "It's precisely to heal my injuries that I keep jumping and hopping. Otherwise, if my body stiffens, I'll really turn into a zombie."

"You can turn into a zombie?" Zhao Xiaofang asked.

Wangcai raised his chin with a hint of pride: "Yes, I single-handedly stopped the zombie. The situation was extremely critical. I also encountered a water ghost. I fought two demons all by myself. Luckily, I am highly skilled, otherwise I would have been dead!"

When he finished speaking and turned to look at Zhao Xiaofang, he found that she had already started chatting enthusiastically with someone else.

Feeling foolish, Wangcai turned around and continued hopping around.

My life is more important.

Led by the group, Zhao Xiaofang finally saw the so-called "Zombie King," a man dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes, standing against the wall with his eyes closed.

"Is he the Zombie King?" Zhao Xiaofang wanted to reach out and poke him, but was stopped.

"Wait! It bites!" The figure standing there suddenly opened its eyes as soon as the words were spoken.

"Roar!" He bared his fangs.

Instinctively, Zhao Xiaofang felt intense fear. She screamed and quickly backed away.

But the zombie didn't move; it just stared at her with its eyes wide open.

These are the eyes of the dead. She had seen dead people before, so she could tell them apart at a glance.

Zombies actually exist in this world.

……

"Zombie King Xuan Kui".

Tan Wenjie paced back and forth in his study, feeling the changes in his body.

Perhaps it was because he possessed too much worldly power that he had become the "protagonist" of this world, which was most evident in his sudden emergence of talent.

Five Generations of Extraordinary People, Level 1: The five elements flow smoothly and generate each other; any Taoist technique can be learned and mastered instantly.

For him now, this talent came a little too late. The strength of a top-tier immortal had already allowed Tan Wenjie to master all spells at a glance, and he could even easily deduce and improve these spells.

It is obvious that these changes in myself are related to Xuan Kui.

Having the talent of a "five-generation prodigy" means that Xuan Kui may be one of the targets to fight against.

However, the difference in strength was too great; Xuan Kui didn't even have the right to see him.

The next day, Tan Wenjie put some effort into organizing the cultivation techniques. With his help, it wouldn't be difficult to mass-produce "Uncle Nine".

When he came out of the study and they ate together, Zhao Xiaofang was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Miss Zhao? Has she already gone back?" Tan Wenjie asked.

At the dinner table, everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Jingjing continued, "Miss Zhao thinks you don't have any real skills, and it seems that some Taoist priest named Yang has come to town. She went to interview that Taoist priest."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Tan Wenjie with some concern, but to her surprise, Tan Wenjie just nodded calmly.

What Taoist priests, they're gone, so be it.

Tanjia Town.

A kind-looking middle-aged man was providing free medical treatment to people on the street, with a girl with braided pigtails beside him.

"Master Yang, you treat people without charging them money, so why doesn't anyone come to you?" She didn't realize how hurtful her question was.

“Accumulating virtue and doing good deeds depends on oneself.” Master Yang always had a gentle smile on his face. “The people here live a prosperous life, so it is only natural that they are wary of outsiders.”

"Oh, oh." She nodded, and then she saw someone walk over.

"Free medical care here?"

"That's right." Master Yang nodded and quickly asked, "The free medical consultation is free. What's wrong, sir?"

"A couple of days ago, I had this cough... When I was passing by the river, I accidentally fell into the water and then got sick. I took medicine for several days but it didn't help."

After taking his pulse, Master Yang said, "Brother, stick your tongue out."

"Oh." The man who came for treatment stuck out his tongue.

"Ugh, your tongue is so dirty, it's all black!" Zhao Xiaofang, the girl with braided pigtails, backed away in disgust.

“It’s not ordinary typhoid fever.” Master Yang shook his head. “You must have encountered something unclean back then.”

"Uh, yes... you're really an expert." After a moment of grimness, the man forced himself to speak, "There was a naked woman by the river waving at me. I was about to go after her when two bastards beat me to it and ran off with her."

He smacked his lips, still feeling regretful.

"And then?" Master Yang's expression was slightly serious.

"After that, my pants got swept away by the water, my belt got caught in a tree, and I crawled out of the river naked, only to be surrounded by the Tan family's gang with guns," he said in a low voice. "They even said it was some kind of water ghost or zombie or something, what a load of rubbish!"

Zhao Xiaofang's eyes widened: "That's not right, I saw the Zombie King with my own eyes."

"What zombie king? He's just a jerk who stole my romantic encounter!"

A glint flashed in the eyes of Master Yang, who had remained silent, but he quickly regained his composure.

"The Zombie King has a thousand years of cultivation, kills people without hesitation, and can fly and escape into the earth," said Master Yang. "Perhaps what they said is true, but in any case, you are very lucky to have escaped with your life."

"Am I going to be bitten by a zombie and turn into one?" the man asked worriedly.

Zhao Xiaofang, who was standing next to her, was also startled. She had seen zombies with her own eyes and felt that the thing was terrifying from the bottom of her heart.

“I’m not sure if there are zombies, but there are definitely water ghosts,” Master Yang said, pointing to the man’s forehead. “You’re being haunted by a water ghost.”

"Then am I going to die?"

"That water ghost should be dead," Master Yang said, shaking his head. "You were devoured by ghostly energy, and your yang energy is weakened. Do you still not feel anything when you wake up every morning?"

The man's previously nonchalant expression instantly turned ugly: "Master, you must save me!"

Not only is there no response, but if you accidentally pee on your hand, it will also flow down your pants leg and onto the ground, leaving you with absolutely no energy.

"I'll prescribe a medicine for you. Go get the medicine, three doses a day. Once the ghostly energy in your body is expelled, you'll be fine."

"Thank you, Master!"

The other party thanked them profusely and left.

"Hey, Xiaofang?" Someone came over from a distance and greeted her.

It was Ah Xing, Xiao Yue, and others from Zixia Temple.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Xiaofang asked curiously.

"Boss Tan's new job is to cultivate talented people and teach magic to everyone in the world."

"Wow," Zhao Xiaofang exclaimed, "Anyone can learn this?"

"It depends on talent, character, and... well, it's a lot of trouble. Aren't you going to write a newspaper? You can go check out the magic mountain over there, it's very lively."

"Okay, I'll be right there in a bit."

"We're leaving now."

A group of people walked away in a hurry.

Zhao Xiaofang had just parted ways with her new friends when she turned around and saw Master Yang watching them leave.

"Master Yang, what happened to Ah Xing and Xiao Yue?" Zhao Xiaofang asked in confusion.

“It’s nothing.” Master Yang shook his head gently. “I just felt that they were full of vigor and had good cultivation. They were so young to have such skills. They must have come from a famous school.”

"They are the disciples of Zixia Temple. The zombie king I saw earlier is trapped in their Zixia Temple with an array."

"I see." Master Yang's eyes lit up.

"Master Yang, would you like to go and take a look at Magic Mountain?"

"Alright."

Master Yang glanced in the direction of Zixia Temple a few times before packing his things and leaving with Zhao Xiaofang. (End of Chapter)