Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"Isn't Mangzi and the others with me?"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Wang Yaozu nodded slightly, knowing that it was inconvenient for him to follow Jingming's next steps.

"Yes, there's plenty of time in the future. I believe it won't be long before I see you all again, teachers."

As he spoke, Jingming's distraction transformed into a gentle breeze and vanished from everyone's sight.

"Sect Leader, your supernatural powers are amazing! They're almost as good as my Golden Light Flowing Escape Technique."

Looking at the spot where Jingming had disappeared, Venerable Jinguang couldn't help but sigh.

"Hehe, my disciple is the son of an immortal, possessing the power to unleash myriad laws with a single glance."

"You think your special skill is so rare?"

Upon hearing Jin Guang Shangren's words, Wang Yaozu glanced at him disdainfully, then lowered his head to drink.

He settled down in this courtyard!

"Fine, I'll let it slide since you're the sect leader's master. I still have to escort the little emperor back."

"But when are you going to get the sect leader to actually call you 'Master'?"

After Jin Guang Shangren finished speaking, without waiting for Wang Yaozu to attack, he transformed into a golden light and carried the young emperor, who was sitting in a daze not far away, directly towards the Forbidden City.

Meanwhile, Jingming had already quietly left the Forbidden City and appeared outside the capital as the young Jingming.

"That royal prince turned into a zombie three days ago."

This is the information Jingming received from the Empress Dowager.

This made Jingming somewhat感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including a sense of wonder or感慨) that the world had begun to become fantastical.

In the final years of a dynasty, monsters and evil spirits abound.

"But this plot seems a bit familiar."

With his hands behind his back, Jingming kept appearing and disappearing among the mountains and forests.

After killing the three Tang Clan assassins, Jingming directly searched their souls and gained some abilities in return.

Jingming even obtained the cultivation method of Dan Shi.

After all, Tang Xiao's memories of cultivating the Pill Devouring Technique were so profound that they were engraved into his soul.

"And then there's the genetic predisposition of those with congenital superhuman traits."

"I believe that before long, my lotus body will undergo another transformation."

Jingming strode forward, each time he flashed a little further than the last.

Jingming has already come into contact with quite a few escape techniques, such as the Golden Light Master's Flowing Light, Earth Escape, and Fire Escape.

Jingming is integrating the escape techniques he knows.

Especially after combining Qimen Dunjia, Jingming gained the ability of "escaping".

Although the panel calls this "Escape Technique," Jingming actually names it "Shrinking the Earth to an Inch."

As his proficiency in the escape technique increased, Jingming even prepared several terms: "a short distance away, a vast universe within a mile."

Of course, this was just something Jingming used to travel and hide himself from; Jingming called it "standing upright without shadow."

However, all of these are collectively referred to as "Escape Techniques" in the panel.

In response, Jingming stated that the things on the panel should not be simply interpreted literally, but rather their implied meanings should be explored in depth.

woohoo~

Three days later, Jingming arrived at the border area between Guangxi and Guangdong.

Judging from the pace of the procession that transported the prince, the procession is probably here now.

After casually asking a few locals about the group's exact location, Jingming took advantage of the pre-rain wind and chased after the group.

"It's going to rain! It's going to rain! Let's set up camp quickly!"

Within the massive procession, a cunning voice rang out, clearly belonging to someone without a coward.

"Quickly, quickly! We can't let the young prince get wet, or I, the chief steward, will have your heads chopped off!"

The eunuch stood with his hands on his hips, directing the group.

"Sir, with this heavy rain, let's put the coffin inside first."

Just as the eunuch was reprimanding the soldiers, a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in an apricot-yellow robe walked over and said cautiously.

"Be bold!"

"This tent belongs to the young prince!"

Upon hearing the Taoist priest's words, the eunuch put one hand on his hip and stared at the priest.

"If anything happens to the young prince, your whole family won't have enough heads to go around!"

"But sir, this coffin can't get wet in the rain."

Upon hearing the eunuch's words, the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It's also his fault for removing the roof of the coffin; otherwise, he wouldn't have had to beg this eunuch so humbly.

"I don't care about that. My duty is to take good care of the young prince!"

The eunuch tossed his handkerchief aside and swayed his hips as he walked toward the tent the young prince had brought.

He didn't want to get wet in the rain either.

If I get caught in a winter or spring rain, I'll probably be lying in a coffin anyway.

"Master, why don't we put that cover back up?"

Seeing their master return, shaking his head and looking dejected, one of the four young Taoist priests stepped forward and said something.

"No, the wind is blowing so hard, it looks like it's going to rain heavily. Even if the tent is set up, it won't be of any use."

Upon hearing his disciple's words, the middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head.

He then glanced at the bronze coffin with concern, a hint of worry appearing in his eyes.

The bronze coffin and the vermilion net were fine, but the bronze coffin itself couldn't withstand the wind and rain.

"Never mind, I'll go find Steward Wu again."

After shaking it, the middle-aged Taoist priest turned back again and went straight into the tent to find the old eunuch.

"I'm starting to feel a sense of familiarity with this scene."

Jingming stood atop the swaying treetop, watching the scene unfold below, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

You know what, you really don't know, this scene looks so familiar!!

"Hoohoo!"

The wind picked up and grew stronger, making the flags in the ranks flutter wildly, so strong that it was hard to open one's eyes.

"This wind is also coming from a strange place."

"And these clouds."

Jingming stood there quietly, standing there with the ability to remain upright without casting a shadow, abandoning all sense of existence.

"I didn't sense anyone playing tricks or causing trouble nearby."

Jingming's eyebrows also relaxed.

"Perhaps it really is a matter of perfect timing and favorable location."

Jingming quietly integrated his Qi into this world, carefully sensing its essence.

After all, the next scene will present a spectacle that shatters the common knowledge that zombies fear lightning.

The sinister zombies are not afraid of the most powerful and intense lightning, which is really interesting.

"Ugh, you're such a nuisance!"

"If it weren't for the young prince speaking up, I wouldn't even bother with you!"

Amidst the strong wind, Steward Wu emerged from the tent and grumbled irritably at the Taoist priest accompanying him.

"You, and you all."

"Get the old prince into the tent!"

Then, without looking at the Taoist priest's apologetic face, Steward Wu pointed to several strong guards and walked towards the bronze coffin.

woohoo~~

Boom~~

Just as everyone touched the coffin, a crimson bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the bronze coffin directly.

Instantly, the men who went to move the coffin fell silent.

"Good God."

Chief Steward Wu cried out in surprise and rushed into the tent.

"Clatter!"