Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 570 Mr. Zombie
"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Who is it so late at night?!"

Wen Cai scratched his head and walked out, when suddenly Qiu Sheng behind him said in a sinister tone.
"Don't open it! It might be a ghost! Ouch! Master, why did you hit me!"

Seeing Qiu Sheng clutching the back of his head, Uncle Jiu snorted coldly, "Nonsense! Hurry up and open the door!"

"Oh"

"Squeak-"

As the doors of the mortuary slowly opened, Qiu Sheng saw the people standing outside.

"Hey, Master, it really is a person, not a ghost!"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu was so angry that he raised his hand to strike, which frightened Qiu Sheng into quickly dodging.

Fang Yu stood at the entrance of the mortuary, looking at Uncle Jiu's serious face, and grinned: "Uncle Jiu, I want to ask you about someone."

Uncle Nine frowned slightly, his peach wood sword still in his hand, and asked warily, "Who are you?"

"Hey passerby, I heard there's a master of thunder in the Maoshan Sect named Shi Jian. Do you know him?"

Upon hearing the name "Shi Jian," Uncle Jiu's eyes visibly narrowed, and his tone turned colder: "What do you want with him?"

"How about I learn a few moves?" Fang Yu spread his hands, looking sincere. "I heard his lightning is pretty impressive."

Uncle Nine was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "My eldest brother's whereabouts are uncertain, and I don't know exactly where he is. However, if he hasn't left the mountain, he should be cultivating near Maoshan."

"Thanks." Fang Yu nodded, turned to leave, and before turning back, added, "By the way, your disciple's too lustful; he's probably going to encounter a female ghost~"

Uncle Nine was taken aback. He was about to ask more questions when he realized that Fang Yu's figure had already disappeared into the night, as if he had never been there.

Back at the inn in town, the Zhongzhou team members had already settled in.

Upon seeing Fang Yu return, Zheng Zha immediately asked, "How did it go? Any leads?"

“Well, Uncle Nine said his senior brother Shi Jian might be near Maoshan.” Fang Yu sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and said, “Tomorrow you guys follow the plot and protect Uncle Nine and those two unlucky disciples. I’m going to meet this ‘Thunder and Lightning King’.”

Zhao Yingkong frowned: "You're going alone?"

"Don't worry, there's practically nothing in this world that can hurt me, unless... the Supreme God is inhuman."

Fang Yu waved his hand, looking relaxed. "Besides, I'm not going there to fight, I'm going there for 'friendly exchanges'."

Zhou Mingxuan couldn't help but interject, "Captain, you're not trying to steal the secret manual, are you?"

"What do you mean by 'stealing'?" Fang Yu glared. "This is called 'borrowing'! Don't you understand what 'borrowing' means? Exchanging skills in the Main God Space is so expensive, why not get them for free if you can?"

The crowd remained silent, but they were used to Fang Yu's style.

The next morning, Fang Yu left the inn alone and headed towards Maoshan.

He did not fly, but walked slowly along the mountain path, enjoying the scenery and sensing the flow of spiritual energy around him.

"Although the spiritual energy in this world is thin, it does exist. No wonder it can nurture zombies and Taoist priests."

He muttered to himself, then casually picked a leaf and put it in his mouth.

Before we knew it, it was night.

Fang Yu hummed a little tune as he strolled through the mountains and forests.

The moonlight, like water, spilled across the forest clearing, casting the stiff silhouettes of a group of zombies.

They were tilting their heads back, swallowing and exhaling the thin essence of the sun and moon towards the moon, their movements perfectly synchronized, like some kind of eerie ritual.

"Oh, you know how to enjoy yourself." Fang Yu raised an eyebrow, observing the scene with great interest.

The zombies seemed to sense the presence of living beings and turned their heads in unison.

Under the pale moonlight, they had blue faces and fangs, sunken eyes, and made low growling sounds from their throats.

The next second, they all jumped up and rushed towards Fang Yu. Although their movements were stiff, their speed was incredibly fast.

Fang Yu stood still, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

"It's so late at night, jumping around like that is disturbing the neighbors." He snapped his fingers lazily.

"Crack——!"

A blinding bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the night sky, striking down like a silver dragon!

"boom--!"

Amidst deafening thunder, blinding flashes of lightning instantly engulfed the entire horde of zombies.

The stench of burning filled the air. When the lightning subsided, all that remained on the ground was a pile of charred remains emitting blue smoke; not even a complete corpse was left.

He crouched down and casually fiddled with the remains of the zombie, discovering that a faint trace of yin energy still lingered on several charred bones.

"Hmm? There's still something left?" His eyes lit up, and he pulled out a small cloth bag from his pocket, putting the bone fragments imbued with yin energy inside. "This stuff might be useful for making a small item for Li Yingqi."

After collecting his spoils, Fang Yu clapped his hands, stood up, and looked toward the distant, faintly visible mountain peaks.

"Is this Maoshan?"

"Then I'm here." The night was as dark as ink, but the main hall of the Maoshan Sect was brightly lit.

Several underworld officials, dressed in black robes, with pale faces and surrounded by eerie ghostly energy, were talking quietly with Shi Jian.

Shi Jian sat upright in the main seat, dressed in a gray-white Taoist robe. His brows and eyes were cold and stern, and a wisp of lightning occasionally flashed at his fingertips, indicating that his cultivation was unfathomable.

As the number one fighter in the Nine Uncles series, Shi Jian's ability to strike lightning with a wave of his hand is no exaggeration to be considered that of a cultivator.

It's even stronger than many cultivators.

The leading underworld official took a drag of incense and said to Shi Jian, "These days, the number of wandering ghosts has increased significantly. Your Maoshan sect must put in some effort, otherwise..."

Suddenly, a commotion arose at the gate.

"I said I wouldn't see any guests today! You!" Before the young Taoist priest guarding the gate could finish speaking, the wooden door creaked open and was forcibly pushed open.

Fang Yu leaned against the doorframe with one hand and grinned, "I already told you, I'm not a guest."

He stepped in, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall before finally settling on Shi Jian, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Shi Jian frowned, but before he could speak, the underworld official beside him slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Insolence! What kind of rogue cultivator dares to disturb the official business of the underworld?!"

Fang Yu ignored the underworld messenger, instead nodding to Shi Jian: "Master Shi? I've heard a lot about you. I've heard your Five Thunder Orthodox Method is quite good. May I take a look?"

The hall suddenly became silent.

The Maoshan disciples gasped in shock, and several underworld officials turned ashen-faced.

Shi Jian slowly rose, lightning flashing in his sleeves: "You trespass on our mountain gate and spout such arrogant words. Do you think Maoshan has no one to rely on?"

"How could that be?" Fang Yu shrugged, then suddenly glanced at the underworld official, changing the subject, "However, compared to thunder magic, I'm more interested in something else right now."

"Gentlemen, since you are messengers of the underworld, then..."

"Can you let me go to the underworld and pull someone out?"

"presumptuous!"

The underworld officials could no longer sit still, and they collectively pulled out their magical artifacts and rushed forward!

"Ah"

"Three thousand volts! Tiger Shakes the Earth! Ha!"

The underworld messengers were blasted away by the lightning emanating from Fang Yu. Their black robes were torn apart, and ghostly energy spilled out. They crashed into the pillars of the main hall in a sorry state, letting out shrill screams.

Shi Jian abruptly stood up, his eyes filled with shock and apprehension. He stared intently at Fang Yu, his voice low and heavy: "You! How could you possibly possess such cultivation?! Who exactly are you?!"

Fang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, the lightning around him gradually receding, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He cleared his throat mysteriously and said loudly, "Since you've asked so earnestly, I'll tell you. I am Fang Yu, a junior disciple of Zhenyuan Daxian of Wuzhuang Temple."

Upon hearing this, the hall fell into complete silence.

The Maoshan disciples looked at each other in disbelief, and even the few Yin messengers who were paralyzed on the ground stared wide-eyed, their faces full of disbelief.

Zhenyuan Daxian of Wuzhuang Temple is the ancestor of all earth immortals, a being on par with the Three Pure Ones and the Four Emperors!

Although Shi Jian was confident in his profound cultivation, he knew that Fang Yu's thunder magic might be no less than his own. He suppressed the shock in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Since you are a disciple of Zhenyuan Daxian, why have you come to my Maoshan to provoke us? Has my sect offended you in some way?"

Fang Yu waved his hand and laughed, "Master Shi, you've misunderstood. I'm not here to fight."

He pointed to the underworld officials and said, "I just heard them mention matters of the underworld. I happen to have a small matter I'd like to ask the underworld officials to help me get someone out of the underworld."

Upon hearing this, the underworld officials turned even paler.

The leading underworld official struggled to his feet, his voice trembling as he said, "Immortal! The rules of the underworld are strict. How can the souls of the dead be brought back to the mortal realm at will? This...this is against the will of Heaven!"

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes, his tone suddenly turning cold: "Rules are rigid, but people are flexible! Besides," a wisp of purple-gold lightning suddenly flickered from his fingertip, startling the underworld officials into retreating, "My master's brother, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, has been to the underworld to rescue people before. He has listed the names of thousands upon thousands of monkeys. Is it too much for me to rescue one?"

Seeing this, Shi Jian sighed inwardly. He knew that things could not be resolved peacefully today, so he simply went with the flow: "Since you have a need, why don't I, the humble Taoist, mediate on your behalf?"

He turned to the underworld officials and winked, "Gentlemen of the underworld, how about doing me a favor?"

The underworld officials looked at each other in bewilderment, and then went to the side with Shi Jian.

Fang Yu pricked up his ears and listened.

"What nonsense!?"

"Do you think we've never seen Journey to the West?!"

"How could a disciple of Zhenyuan Daxian appear in this small Maoshan?"

"Isn't Journey to the West a fictional story? I've never heard of Sun Wukong or anything like that!"

"How many years have passed from the Tang Dynasty to the Republic of China? Where is Wuzhuang Temple? I don't know."

"Cough cough."

Fang Yu coughed lightly, interrupting the whispers of the underworld officials. "Are you done talking? My patience is limited. Bring Zhang Jie's soul up here quickly, or else..."

"I'll go down and get it myself."

(End of this chapter)