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Chapter 101 Supernatural Power: The Remnant of the Unending Sword of Despair! (Please Subscribe!)

The Huo family's front yard.

"We were guarding it perfectly just now—"

"The windows aren't even open—"

"We just checked the candles—"

Everyone spoke in a flustered manner, their words coming out incoherently. Zhao Zheng listened helplessly and said...

"Quiet!"

The system was constantly refreshing its status in the background, meaning that the eight divine incantations that Zhao Zheng was silently reciting were immediately switched to the Purification Mantra.

With the blessing of the Maoshan School's Eight Great Divine Incantations Internal Cultivation Method given by my master, the Purifying Heart Incantation activated its ability to purify the mind and calm the spirit, and the entire front yard immediately became quiet.

Master Huo and the others stared wide-eyed, finally understanding why Seventh Uncle had been so respectful and enthusiastic towards Zhao Zheng.

"Find someone who can explain the details of what happened!" Zhao Zheng glanced at everyone and said to Master Huo.

"Third brother, you speak up. Haven't you been keeping vigil for Father all this time?" Master Huo immediately addressed his third brother.

Huo Laosan nodded and began to recount the details of the incident. He spoke at length, but Zhao Zheng gave a brief summary.

While Huo Laosan and others were keeping vigil for Old Master Huo, suddenly all the lights and candles in the mourning hall went out.

Furthermore, some people heard the unpleasant scraping sound of fingernails scratching something, which led to the scene before them.

Zhao Zheng didn't ask whether the windows in the mourning hall were closed. The mourning hall was the main hall in the front yard, and from his vantage point, he could see that the windows in front of the living room were all closed.

As for the windows at the back of the living room, Zhao Zheng felt that if they didn't close them after such a heavy rain, he had nothing to say.

"Um?"

Zhao Zheng stared silently at the coffin containing Old Master Huo's body in the mourning hall, because he noticed that the coffin was emitting the smell of death.

With his discerning eye, he saw wisps of corpse energy, like gray smoke, seeping out from the cracks in the coffin lid.

The problem is that, although he didn't completely remove the faint corpse energy from Old Master Huo's body when he withdrew the Maoshan corpse-driving technique because he needed to keep the body still, he didn't completely remove it.

However, he had already expelled most of it, so there shouldn't be so much corpse energy left that it was oozing out. What's wrong? If Old Master Ren doesn't turn into a corpse, then Old Master Huo will, right?

Thinking it over, Zhao Zheng slightly opened the cuff of his left sleeve, and three silver dollars fell into his palm. He weighed them in his hand, glanced at the divination result, and looked at Master Huo and the others who were looking at him expectantly.

"It's nothing, it's just that the old man wants to see his family more, but you're not spending time with him, and he's a little upset about that!"

"Huh? What should we do then?!"

"What else can we do? You all go keep vigil!"

"Oh, quick, bring all those little brats who are playing outside back to me—" Master Huo and the others immediately shouted to the servants.

After a while, it was still the Huo family.

Uncle Qi, who had been invited by the servants because of the distance, arrived at the front yard and looked blankly at the mourning hall that was crowded with people.

Hearing the various cries and wails coming from the mourning hall, which fully expressed the grief of fatherly love and filial piety and the sorrow of wanting to support one's parents but finding them gone, Uncle Qi wondered to himself.

"When did Brother Huo and the others become so filial?"

He once said that he had known Mr. Huo for many years, and he naturally knew which of Mr. Huo's sons, daughters and grandsons were truly filial.

It's unbelievable, how come everyone has become so filial?

Uncle Qi was puzzled. San Gouzi, who was waiting for Uncle Qi in the front yard, remembered Zhao Zheng's instructions and quickly stepped forward.

"Seventh Uncle, you've finally arrived—"

San Gouzi stepped forward enthusiastically, and after speaking, he quickly whispered what Zhao Zheng had instructed. Uncle Qi raised an eyebrow, glanced at the coffin in the mourning hall, and nodded slightly to San Gouzi to indicate that he understood.

Seeing this, San Gouzi breathed a sigh of relief, while Uncle Qi came to the mourning hall at the hurried invitation of Master Huo and others.

After hearing what had happened, he looked at Master Huo and the others, who were deliberately concealing Zhao Zheng's judgment, with amusement.

"It's nothing, the old master just wants to see his relatives more often. Please come to the mourning hall more often and keep him company."

Uncle Qi spoke up, though he was even more puzzled as to why Zhao Zheng didn't point out that Old Master Huo showed signs of turning into a zombie.

However, given Zhao Zheng's character—for some reason—he thought of the discussion he had with Zhao Zheng that afternoon.

Thinking of this, Uncle Qi was taken aback and thought to himself, "Oh no, is this Fellow Daoist Zhao trying to make everyone in the Huo family thank him?"

However, an old hand is an old hand after all. Seventh Uncle's expression remained unchanged. After having dinner with Zhao Zheng in the Huo family's kitchen, he asked when he was alone with Zhao Zheng.

"Why don't you just say that the old man is about to turn into a zombie?"

Uncle Qi spoke in a low voice, glancing towards the courtyard gate of the kitchen behind him. Zhao Zheng thought for a moment before replying.

"Hmm—people are divided into good and bad, and so are corpses. Besides, his zombie transformation was only a one-time event!"

"???"

Zombie resurrection? One-time use?

Uncle Qi was taken aback, not quite understanding how these two words were combined. However, an old hand is an old hand after all. He pondered for a moment and then immediately said.

"Does Old Master Huo have an unfulfilled wish?"

"Is that so?"

Zhao Zheng replied, and San Gouzi, who was jogging over from not far away, looked at Zhao Zheng with an expression that said, "You're amazing."

"Master, you are truly amazing! You predicted it correctly again! Young Master Liu really has lost something, and he's currently fighting with the Master!"

"Losing things? Fighting?"

Uncle Qi was stunned, not understanding what was going on, but unfortunately San Gouzi ignored him completely, leaving him feeling helpless.

At the same time, he was glad that Zhao Zheng was just passing through; otherwise, he felt that if Zhao Zheng had stayed in Huojia Town for a few more days, his business would have been completely taken away.

Zhao Zheng's eyes lit up with certainty. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a silver dollar, and stuffed it into San Gouzi's hand, saying, "Lead the way!"

'

"Okay!"

Knowing that Zhao Zheng was not short of money, and also having a general idea of ​​Zhao Zheng's personality, San Gouzi smiled and agreed, leading the way.

A dozen minutes later, in the courtyard of Little Six.

"Fine, fine, I see now. You're just taking advantage of his death, that no one recognizes me anymore, and you want to get rid of me, is that it?

In the courtyard, the young master Liu, who looked to be in his early twenties, or rather, the young master Liu, was so angry that his face turned red as he looked at Master Huo and his brothers, who were nominally his elder brothers, and spoke up.

"Little Six, you can't say that. We didn't mean to kick you out, and we certainly didn't steal your jade pendant!"

"That's right, why would we brothers bother stealing your jade pendant? Don't you even know how much it's worth?"

As Huo Lao Er spoke, he even took out a jade pendant from his waist and said, "See that? Imperial green jadeite, from an old mine!"

"But Xiao Liu, your jade pendant suddenly disappeared. It feels like you're guilty. Didn't you say before that this jade pendant was a token of kinship left to you by the old man?"

The five Huo brothers spoke one after another, their words containing both hostility and goodwill.

However, this goodwill concealed hostility!

Seeing that Seventh Uncle had followed Zhao Zheng into the courtyard, he frowned slightly and instantly understood what was going on. They were trying to drive away Sixth Master, who had come to claim kinship.

Taking advantage of the fact that Old Master Huo was dead, he stole the jade pendant of this young master Liu, hoping to leave no evidence and prevent the other party from dividing the family property.

As for why he didn't suspect that this young master's identity was fake, it's simple: this young master looked exactly like the deceased Old Master Huo.

Aside from the eldest brother, Master Huo, and the second and third brothers who could be compared to the sixth brother, the fourth and fifth brothers, in terms of appearance alone, neither of them resembled the deceased Master Huo by half.

To put it bluntly, Uncle Qi felt that the appearance of Huo Lao Si and Huo Lao Wu resembled that of the stablemen he had seen at the Huo family home.

Note that he used the word "seems"; he did not say that Huo Laosi and Huo Laowu were not Huo Laotaiye's children.

"I have a guilty conscience? Hahaha! If my mother hadn't given me this jade pendant before she died, telling me to come to the Huo family to acknowledge my kinship, do you think I would have come willingly? Now, give me back this jade pendant, or I'll smash my head against your Huo family's door and die!"

Xiao Liuzi said angrily, but the five Huo brothers continued to deny that they had stolen Xiao Liuzi's jade pendant.

At the same time, they expressed serious doubts about Xiao Liuzi's identity, believing that Xiao Liuzi was a fraudster who came to falsely claim kinship.

"In my opinion, we should just arrest this freeloader and send him to the security team!" Huo Laowu said with a gloomy expression.

He didn't care that Zhao Zheng and the other two were present. Before Master Huo and the others could respond, a sarcastic female voice rang out.

"Sixth Uncle, my father had your jade pendant thrown into the well. Alright, Sixth Uncle, you should leave. They clearly don't want to acknowledge you!"

The speaker was a disheveled girl who looked like a madwoman. Upon seeing her, the servants immediately called out, "Second Miss."

"Who let her out? Lock her back in her yard!" Old Master Huo said with a grim expression after his daughter exposed his secret activities.

As he spoke, he stared wide-eyed at Xiao Liuzi, who was running towards the well in the courtyard, and hurriedly called out to the servants.

"Stop him!"

"Don't let him die in our house—"

"This guy's gone mad—"

"Quick, stop him—"

Seeing Xiao Liuzi looking like he was about to jump into the well to retrieve the jade pendant, Huo Lao Er and the others' expressions changed drastically as they shouted to the servants.

The servants rushed over instantly, grabbed Xiao Liuzi, and pinned him to the ground. Uncle Qi frowned, instinctively wanting to step forward and say a few words, when he heard Zhao Zheng suddenly speak.

"They're here!"

"What's here?"

Uncle Qi was startled. The next second, he heard cries of alarm: "A ghost! The old master has come back to life!"

"Help me—"

"Taoist Master, please make a move!"

"Father, how could you live?!"

"I didn't do it, it was my older brother—"

Screams of panic, cries, and mutual sabotage rang out incessantly, erupting as Old Master Huo, dressed in official robes, hopped into the courtyard.

Just as Master Huo and the others were frightened by the sudden resurrection of Old Master Huo and hid behind Zhao Zheng and the other two.

Old Master Huo did something unexpected: instead of harming anyone, he jumped to the edge of the well.

He jumped straight down and landed in the well with a splash, leaving everyone stunned and confused.

Similarly, Xiao Liuzi, who was lying on the ground, also widened his eyes. He subconsciously tried to get up, but couldn't get up for a moment. Just as he struggled to get up...

Plop—

The sound of water breaking made Master Huo swallow back the words, "Quickly go and save my father's body!"

At the same time, Xiao Liuzi, who had finally managed to stand up, was stunned. He saw his father, whom he had never met before, jump out of the well and stand in front of him, soaking wet.

She reached out to him, spreading her stiff knuckles to reveal a jade pendant carved with Maitreya Buddha, or rather, the jade pendant he had lost, the one his mother had given him before her death so he could come and recognize his family. He was stunned for a moment, then took the jade pendant and hugged Old Master Huo, crying.

"father----"

Old Master Huo opened his mouth and hissed in response, forcing a stiff smile onto his rigid face.

However, the smile on his face did not last long, and it disappeared as he glanced at Master Huo and his sons and grandsons.

"father----"

Master Huo and the others immediately knelt down, some calling him "father" and others "grandfather," but Old Master Huo ignored them and simply patted Xiao Liu's back with his stiff hand.

A single tear slowly rolled down his cheek.

Then he suddenly fell backward to the ground, and Xiao Liuzi quickly tried to support him, calling out "Daddy!" Seeing this, Uncle Qi quickly took out a corpse-suppressing talisman and stepped forward.

But when he arrived near Old Master Huo's body, he looked at the fallen corpse-suppressing talisman with a surprised expression.

"No...you didn't turn into a zombie?"

Uncle Qi subconsciously looked at Zhao Zheng, only to find that Zhao Zheng waved towards the courtyard gate, which startled him.

He subconsciously took out a pomelo leaf to open his eyes, and saw three figures just disappearing outside the courtyard gate. The figure in the middle looked like the old man Huo whom he had just examined.

And a few words, a few vague words!

"Hey—there's no such thing as a prodigal son returning home being more precious than gold. I accept what isn't mine, but how can I not accept what is mine?"

"Hahaha, I must say, this little Liu does look more like me. It's alright, it's alright, dying sooner or later is the same as dying. Besides, this is what I owe him and his mother. Let them curse me if they want. So what if I die two years earlier? —"

"Huh? I was nearly blown away by the corpse energy? Damn, I knew I felt so awful earlier. I should never have saved this brat—oh, I'll just need some rest. Huh? I'll go down to the eighteenth level of hell to recover—"

"No, you took so much money from me—"

Old Master Huo's voice abruptly stopped, which startled Seventh Uncle. He then smiled, finally understanding why Old Master Huo had suddenly shown signs of turning into a zombie, and what Zhao Zheng meant by a one-time zombie transformation.

Ultimately, it all comes down to Old Master Huo's unfulfilled wish!

But not while alive, but after death!

Zhao Zheng didn't care about his seventh uncle's thoughts. He was raising an eyebrow at a solidified tear that he had captured from afar.

Tears from Grandpa Huo.

[Item: Zombie Tears]

[Introduction: Love can transcend everything, including the fact that zombies don't shed tears. This tear from Huo San, that heartless man, contains some healing properties (including but not limited to physical injuries, injuries to the primordial spirit, etc.)]

[Note: Love is boundless]

Although Zhao Zheng was a little puzzled as to why his intuition told him that this small opportunity might not be the whole story.

"Did he shed a couple of tears?"

Zhao Zheng was puzzled, but unfortunately, he didn't see the second tear. There wasn't much else to say. Xiao Liuzi officially recognized his ancestors and returned to the clan at a clan meeting convened overnight by the Huo family elders.

And the matter of dividing the family property was also resolved incidentally. Xiao Liuzi successfully advanced to become Xiao Liuye and got what he deserved.

Furthermore, because Uncle Seven deliberately said some things, he received some extra compensation, resulting in a positive and happy ending.

Aside from the fact that Little Sixth Master was completely disoriented throughout, seemingly having lost his soul, Zhao Zheng—didn't know how to evaluate him.

Yes, he heard what Seventh Uncle heard too!

Nothing happened that night. The next day, August 29th, at night, outside the Huo family's residence, on a secluded street.

"Huh? Your Sixth Master's hair turned white overnight? And he even attempted suicide? I don't know if he's possessed or not. If you want to help him, you should ask Seventh Uncle to take a look at him—"

Zhao Zheng spoke to the three dogs that had caught up with him. He did not mention that Xiao Liu had cursed Old Master Huo to death, causing Old Master Huo to die prematurely. After all, Old Master Huo himself did not care about this matter, so why should an outsider like him care?

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"oh oh----"

"You can handle it yourself. Oh, and here, take this. Please pass this on to your second young lady—"

Zhao Zheng took out three protective talismans and three calming talismans from his pocket and handed them to San Gouzi, explaining their effects.

"Thank you, Daoist Master, thank you, Daoist Master. On behalf of my elder sister and the second young lady, I thank you here—" San Gouzi said, about to kneel down.

Zhao Zheng stepped aside and said, "The Great Chen Dynasty is already dead, why are you still kneeling? Stand up, you're not allowed to kneel. By the way, work hard, I see you have the makings of a steward!"

"real?"

"Of course, I, Zhao Zheng, never lie!"

Zhao Zheng patted San Gouzi on the shoulder as he stood up, and looking at the excited San Gouzi, he pointed to the east of the town and said.

"Take a stroll around the east side of town more often; you might be able to carry the baby faster than your brother-in-law and his wife!"

"real?"

"It's not true, it's fake!"

Zhao Zheng laughed, looked at the bewildered San Gouzi, said goodbye, then took out some paper money and scattered it, and shook the Sanqing bell.

"When the dead travel, the living avoid them —"

The Three Pure Ones Bell rang out along with the sound of the twelve walking corpses jumping around. San Gouzi watched them go for a long time before turning back.

However, he did not return to the Huo family, but instead went towards the east of the town. Yes, he not only believed Zhao Zheng's words, but he believed them very much.

Zhao Zheng was unaware of San Gouzi's thoughts, as he was currently following the map along a small path, leaving Huojia Town and heading towards the next town.

"It's 8 PM now, and it should take about five hours to reach Wujia Town—hmm? This time I can deliver three at once!"

Zhao Zheng looked at the hometown addresses of the three walking corpses written by Master Yan in the blue book. All three addresses belonged to Wujia Town, which was fifty miles away. However, he then thought of another problem.

"Speaking of which, I wonder if these three families are getting impatient because I didn't travel last night—who cares, I'm not some real corpse-transporting master like Master Yan—besides, it rained so heavily last night—"

Zhao Zheng put aside his thoughts and continued to control the corpses, while also consuming the drop of zombie tear. As the zombie tear entered his stomach, he watched with satisfaction as his injuries healed at a visible speed.

"From serious injuries to minor ones, he should be fully recovered by tonight at the latest—it's a pity that Old Master Huo shed too few tears!"

If time could be reversed, Zhao Zheng decided that he should have punched the other person a few times to make him shed more tears.

Hmm? He thinks it should be Xiao Liuzi!

After all, these are tears of love!

"Speaking of which, did I forget something? Oh, I'll analyze the second biography tomorrow. It's all because the Huo family has been so lively that I completely forgot about analyzing the biography—"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, "There's nothing I can do. I was so busy watching the Huo family's antics last night that I didn't have time to decipher the remaining biography of Luo Siyao."

As for today, after taking care of some other things, he went to discuss the Dao with his seventh uncle. Speaking of which, he felt that his seventh uncle's talent for cultivation was quite remarkable.

The discussion lasted only two hours before Uncle Seven announced he was going into seclusion, effectively kicking him out of the sect.

Seventh Uncle: I don't want to talk.

The corpse-driving continued, but it was interrupted after a short while. Zhao Zheng listened to the cries for help in the distance and looked ahead at the intersection where Huojia Town was completely out of reach.

He did not hesitate and chose to do good!

After securing the invisibility talismans to the corpses, including Master Yan, Zhao Zheng ran towards the source of the cries for help in the distance.

The distance wasn't far, only a few hundred meters, and Zhao Zheng arrived quickly, where he saw a group of people gathered around a bridge.

"How can it not be my sister? It's alive too! It's a life too! What does your daughter's life or death have to do with me? I didn't ask her to go into the river to save my sister!"

A wealthy young lady, surrounded by numerous servants and maids, held a wet cat in her arms and spoke arrogantly.

"My daughter—"

A woman sat at the head of the bridge, crying as she held a comatose girl whose clothes were soaked with sweat, which startled Zhao Zheng.

However, with the enthusiastic explanations from the surrounding crowd, Zhao Zheng quickly understood the cause and course of events.

A rich girl had a cat named "Sister" that accidentally fell into the river. So she shouted, "Come quickly and save 'Sister'!"

Then the girl heard this and mistakenly thought someone had fallen into the river. Without thinking, she jumped into the river to save the person.

In the end, it was this girl who rescued the cat named "Little Sister," but ended up not being able to get up herself.

"Make way, she's not dead yet!"

Zhao Zheng, relying on his innate insight, saw the faint life force within the girl and spoke, pushing his way through the crowd.

Ignoring the words of the woman and the surrounding people, he reached out and slapped the seemingly lifeless girl on the forehead.

Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Divine Skill - Activate!

Since the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Divine Skill can make the phlegm spat out by the enemy return along its original path, there is no reason why it cannot make the river water return along its original path.

As the magic was activated, streams of turbid river water flowed from the girl's mouth and nose, and then, to the astonishment of the onlookers, the water flowed back into the river under the bridge.

"Cough cough————"

With the river water no longer obstructing her breathing, the girl immediately coughed twice, and color returned to her pale face, which immediately drew the attention of the surrounding people.

"Amazing! This Taoist priest is amazing!"

"She's alive! Er Ya is alive!"

"Quickly thank the Taoist priest!"

"I know him, he's the Taoist priest Zhao who escorted Old Master Huo back to his hometown—" The voices of the people discussing this arose.

Zhao Zheng nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the wealthy young lady surrounded by the people, who was trying to run away but couldn't, and the servants. He then spoke.

"Are you going to jump by yourselves, or should I help you?"

"Master, my young lady didn't do it on purpose—"

The servants spoke, then fell silent. With a series of splashes as they fell into the water, the onlookers, seeing the wealthy young lady and others being thrown directly into the river by Zhao Zheng, immediately clapped and cheered, "The Daoist Master is truly awe-inspiring!"

"They should have been thrown down long ago—"

"Exactly, for the sake of a beast, they almost killed a person, and then they acted like I didn't ask them to save him—"

"Taoist Master, just kill them!"

The people's praises rang out incessantly. Standing on the bridge, Zhao Zheng glanced at the crowd who were watching the spectacle and saying they should be beaten to death.

He then looked expressionlessly at the rich girl being dragged to the shore by her maids on the river below.

"Don't even think about getting revenge—never mind, I'll go to your house later and see—I'll just talk to your dad directly."

After finishing his sentence, Zhao Zheng turned and left, ignoring the gratitude of the mother and daughter, and quickly returned to the place where he had placed the walking corpses.

Taking his walking corpse to ————

Zhao Zheng blinked, opened his left sleeve, and tossed three silver dollars into his hand. He glanced at the divination results and headed towards the Wen family in Zhenbei.

He didn't have to go, but he felt that since he had already helped, he should help to the end. Similarly, since he had offended the other party, he should offend them to the end, to the point that the other party was afraid of him.

He didn't want to see a situation where, when he passed through Huojia Town, he discovered that the mother and daughter had already suffered the revenge of this Miss Wen.

"So that's why I only had some good fortune and no trouble this time; it turns out this was what was waiting for me!"

Zhao Zheng understood and gained a deeper understanding of the Thousand Faces talent. This time, he did not continue to take the back path.

Instead, when they got close to the Wen family, they took his twelve walking corpses and walked along the main road. Although it was already late, there were still quite a few people on the street.

The pedestrians disappeared quickly after seeing him, and Zhao Zheng didn't care about the people who were scared away by him or the doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street slamming shut.

Instead, Zhao Zheng looked curiously at an old man smoking a pipe who was slowly walking towards him. Without stopping, he asked the old man a question.

"Someone from the Wen family?"

"good."

The old man chuckled and nodded, revealing a mouthful of withered, yellow teeth that made Zhao Zheng suspect the other man had kidney problems.

The old man, puffing on his pipe, slowly walked towards Zhao Zheng: "Young man, show some mercy. You threw my young lady into the water, how dare you bring your walking corpses to cause trouble for the Wen family—"

As he spoke, the old man tapped the burnt-out pipe bowl, cleaned out the ash inside, and continued disdainfully.

"—Is it because of your mid-ninth-grade martial arts realm, or your mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation realm?"

"No, it's not that. I'm just kind-hearted!"

"???"

The old man was stunned for a moment. He saw Zhao Zheng make a gun gesture with his hand and point at him from a distance.

boom-

Gather your energy into a projectile, using 80% of your power!

Ruthless Sword Intent Progress: 15%.

A bullet, condensed from sword intent and sword energy, carried the desolate loneliness of the Supreme Being and the icy coldness of the Supreme Being's ruthlessness.

With a sword intent as detached and indifferent as the Daoist's, devoid of sorrow or anger, only ancient indifference, a sword intent that could condense the soul and extinguish all thoughts, or rather, the supreme ruthless sword intent, it attacked the old man.

There was no resistance, only a scream that stopped abruptly, and an old man kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest in horror.

When the old man came to his senses, he was shocked to find that Zhao Zheng had already led the zombies past him, and he stared tremblingly at the words engraved on the back of his clothes.

"Your teeth aren't right, you probably have kidney problems." The old man paused, his face bitter, upon hearing Zhao Zheng's warning. "There are always people more capable than you—"

Now look what's happened! Getting old has made me look bad!

The thought ended there. The old man's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom. Looking at the person whose crotch was wet without him noticing, he quickly got up and left.

Just as he was thinking about leaving, a question suddenly occurred to him: would Zhao Zheng have killed the entire Wen family?

The more the old man thought about it, the more likely it seemed. If he wasn't mistaken, Zhao Zheng had just used the sword intent that his master had mentioned.

Thinking of Zhao Zheng's cold and indifferent sword intent, as ruthless as the heavens above, the old man struggled for a moment before rushing towards the Wen family.

The Wen family has raised him for ten years, so he can't just leave like this. He can just go down with the Wen family anyway, since he doesn't have many years left to live.

"Young Miss, after this, you really need to change your temper!"

The old man, his face filled with sorrow and almost ashen, hurried toward the Wen family, but when he arrived, he was stunned.

He discovered that Zhao Zheng was chatting and laughing with Master Wen at the gate, while the young lady was kneeling on the ground to the side.

"???"

What's going on?

Shouldn't you have massacred the Wen family?

The old man was taken aback and moved closer. He heard Zhao Zheng say, "Master Wen, please don't misunderstand. I only came here because I'm worried that your daughter might retaliate against that mother and daughter. I came specifically to give you a heads-up. I don't mean anything else—"

"Master, please stop. This is all my daughter's fault!"

As Mr. Wen spoke, he kicked his eldest daughter's bottom, then said with a look of helplessness and gratitude.

"Fortunately, the Taoist priest was there this time and saved the mother and daughter, otherwise my Wen family would have made a grave mistake."

"6

Honestly, you've made a lot of big mistakes already!

The old man was inwardly complaining, just about to sneak into the mansion to change his trousers, when he heard a loud shout from the street in the distance.

"You, surnamed Wen, how dare you bully Master Zhao? It seems you don't take the Huo family seriously at all!"

As soon as the voice fell, torches, even more numerous than the surrounding lights, swarmed in with the crowd. The newcomers were none other than the Huo family members who had come to lend their support after hearing the news.

Seeing that all five Huo brothers had arrived, Master Wen swallowed hard and hurriedly said to Zhao Zheng, "Master Zhao, I haven't bullied you at all, you have to be my witness!"

Master Wen was afraid because of the "Huo" in the Huo family name. You see, the "Huo" in Huo Family Town refers to the Huo family.

In short, he couldn't beat the Huo family.

Zhao Zheng didn't say anything because he felt like he had become the one who bullied others by abusing his power. However, it wasn't a big problem; as long as the matter was resolved, he didn't care about the process.

Thinking it over, Zhao Zheng began to explain, and Master Huo and the others all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Zhao Zheng had not been bullied.

The question of whether the feelings involved were genuine or not left Zhao Zheng speechless, and he had nothing more to say.

Anyway, Miss Wen got a beating from her own father, though the beatings weren't very severe.

However, Zhao Zheng felt that Miss Wen would probably not retaliate anymore. She had already lost face completely, and he thought that Miss Wen would probably not leave the house for a long time to come.

After the misunderstanding was cleared up, everyone went for a few drinks as usual, but Zhao Zheng declined their kind invitations and continued on his journey with the corpse.

"There's no need for you all to see me off—"

Zhao Zheng turned around and waved to Master Huo and Master Wen, and Master Huo and the others stopped seeing him off.

Master Wen exclaimed, "Master Zhao is truly dashing—he came and went in such a hurry!"

"Alright, you've been to school, so stop showing off your literary skills. Hurry up and set up a few tables for us, or we're going to throw a tantrum!"

Huo Laosan, who knew Master Wen and had a good relationship with him, laughed and scolded. Master Wen rolled his eyes and said speechlessly.

"You talk like you've been to school—"

And so, the two families, who had initially seemed about to fight over Zhao Zheng, walked towards the nearest restaurant, chatting and laughing.

The young people watching looked puzzled!

Only San Gouzi, who was late because he had gone to the east of the town, once again showed an expression on his face after learning that Zhao Zheng had gone far away, and exclaimed, "Daoist, you are truly amazing!"

"Master, thank you so much!"

Zhao Zheng heard San Gouzi's voice, but he did not respond. Instead, he led Master Yan and the other walking corpses on their way to Wu Family Town.

A short while later, in a deserted alley, Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow as the mother and daughter, who were repaying a debt of gratitude, brought him a tattered book with a missing cover.

Well, so that's where the remaining little opportunity lies!

Thinking it over, he clasped his hands in gratitude to the mother and daughter.

Thank you!

"You're too kind, Taoist priest."

After a moment of gratitude, Zhao Zheng watched the mother and daughter leave, then summoned the "Life's Many Faces" panel to try and read the sword manual.

Fortunately, the reading was successful, just like with a relic!

[Technique: Unending Sword of Despair - Remnant]

[Introduction: The one who severs all thoughts has no thoughts, no attachments, no sorrow, no joy — This divine power is the foremost of the twelve divine powers of the Blood Sea Sect, created by the third leader of the Blood Sea Sect, Blood God Child — Note: This divine power is severely incomplete, possessing only the first level. Please cultivate it with caution to avoid unpredictable consequences —]

[Note 1: This skill is not suitable for those who are not deeply afflicted by demonic influence.]

[Note 2: This practice is not suitable for those who have not attained a state of complete detachment from emotions.]

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Is there something wrong with the image?

Zhao Zheng looked puzzled. He didn't mean anything by it; he just realized that this thing seemed to be something he had mastered!

[Divine Power: Unending Sword of Despair - Remnant]

It's strange, he learned it after watching it only once, even though he hadn't practiced much at all.

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