Swallowing the Stars: The cheat system only comes when I'm almost a god?

He was an ordinary-looking young man.

He was dressed in simple cloth, but standing there he seemed like a towering mountain, his blood and energy like a furnace, exuding an irresistible allure that even zombies could not resist!

Ren Weiyong's last remaining instincts were ignited. It roared greedily and then pounced on the prey in front of it.

Although it had only just broken out of its coffin and had not yet absorbed the blood of its closest relatives to enhance its power, it was still confident that it could easily defeat an ordinary person.

Unfortunately, it encountered something that wasn't an ordinary person.

Ye Fan didn't even lift his eyelids when faced with the onrushing zombies.

He simply raised his hand casually, spread his five fingers, and gently pressed them into the void.

"Buzz—!"

Void Handprint!

An invisible force descended.

Ren Weiyong's attack froze in mid-air, as if he were bound tightly by countless chains. His whole body emitted a teeth-grinding "crack" sound, the sound of his bones breaking inch by inch under terrifying pressure.

"Thump!"

It lay on the ground like a lump of mud, its head able to move slightly, but the rest of its body was completely immobile.

This zombie, which could stop a child from crying, seemed to have a flicker of fear in its empty eye sockets—a sense of powerlessness in the face of something beyond its comprehension.

Just then, Uncle Nine walked in carrying Wen Cai, who was already terrified out of his wits.

His face was ashen, and his eyes held suppressed anger and deep disappointment.

Uncle Nine threw Wen Cai's words right in front of Ren Weiyong's mouth!

"Speak!" Even Ye Fan could hear the shock and anger in his voice: "Who told you to do this?!"

"Releasing zombies to harm people—do you deserve your status as a disciple of Maoshan? Do you deserve the lessons I've taught you all these years?"

Although Ren Weiyong was paralyzed on the ground and unable to move, the fangs so close to Wen Cai and the stench that hit him were the most terrifying torture for him.

His crotch was instantly soaked, and a pungent smell of urine filled the air.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Master, spare me!" Wen Cai was so frightened that tears streamed down his face, and he completely broke down, spilling all his secrets like beans.

"It was Qian Chen, it was Junior Brother Qian Chen! He gave me three gold bars and asked me to wipe off the ink line at the bottom of the coffin."

He said... he said Master, you are so amazing, you can solve anything, nothing will happen.

I...I was just momentarily bewitched, Master! Please forgive me! I'll never do it again!

Having uncovered the mastermind, Uncle Nine gave a bitter smile and shook his head helplessly at Ye Fan: "What Fellow Daoist Ye and Fellow Daoist Lin Yuan said before was indeed true. These extraterrestrial demons regard human life as worthless and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals."

He pointed to Ren Weiyong on the ground: "The Qian family's influence ranks second in the entire Renjia Town. The only family above them is the Ren family."

Qian Chen clearly intends to use his knowledge of the plot to orchestrate the massacre of the entire family by employing these zombies, completely eliminating his rivals. His intentions are utterly despicable!

Ye Fan nodded slightly, then calmly asked, "Uncle Jiu, now that this matter is settled, what's the next step?"

Uncle Nine's gaze swept over Wen Cai, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including anger at his actions and heartache at his lack of ambition... but all of this ultimately turned into a heavy sigh.

He spoke again, his tone resolute: "Wencai released the corpse for money, intending to harm people. This is a serious violation of the Maoshan sect's rules. He can no longer be my disciple, Lin Jiu's disciple."

"But I've raised him for so many years, and this bond... can't be severed so easily."

Uncle Nine paused, his voice filled with unbearable pain: "Although Wencai is dull-witted, he has not yet caused an irreparable disaster this time. I will leave this mortuary to him and let him fend for himself."

"As for me..." His gaze hardened, "I will leave Renjia Town and establish another temple elsewhere. Our master-disciple relationship... is over!"

After saying that, he stopped looking at Wen Cai, who was wailing and begging for mercy, and threw out a talisman.

"By imperial decree, extinguish the fire!"

boom!

The blazing flames enveloped Ren Weiyong, and the ferocious zombie was instantly reduced to ashes in the supreme yang fire, leaving not even a trace of yin energy behind.

"I will personally explain to Master Ren." Uncle Nine turned to Ye Fan, solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, I will have to trouble you to accompany me again. We are going to the Qian residence to eliminate this last hidden threat—the extraterrestrial demons!"

Ye Fan touched his nose, feeling somewhat uneasy, because strictly speaking, he, who had come to Uncle Nine's world to fight zombies, was more deserving of the title "Extraterrestrial Demon" than Qian Chen, who had transmigrated.

"How could that be..." He shook his head. "I'm here to help. Uncle Nine is the protagonist of this world."

Having made up his mind, Ye Fan smiled and replied, "Okay!"

……

The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

The atmosphere inside the main hall of the mortuary was even more chilling than that in the morgue.

Qian Chen was drawn here by "Wen Cai".

This "talented" man walked with a steady gait and spoke less frivolously than before, only saying that his master had urgent business to discuss with him.

Although Qian Chen had some doubts, he figured there might be new developments in the zombie matter, so he simply followed along. (Readers are all...)

Upon entering the mortuary, Qian Chen's gaze was immediately drawn to his Ninth Uncle, who sat upright in the hall.

Uncle Nine's eyes were sharp, no longer the stern admonition he usually had, but a chilling coldness and scrutiny, as if he wanted to dissect him from skin to bone and see him clearly.

At Uncle Nine's feet knelt a figure filled with fear—it was Wen Cai!

In a flash, Qian Chen realized his plan had failed. Without hesitation, he instinctively turned and tried to rush out the door.

However, the scholar who had led him there was now blocking his only way out like an iron tower.

Qian Chen's heart sank to the bottom; there was no way out.

The instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

He knelt down heavily with a thud and kowtowed several times in the direction of Uncle Nine, his forehead instantly turning red.

His voice trembled violently, choked with sobs: "Master, spare me! I was wrong, I was blinded by greed!"

Tears streamed down his face as if he were truly filled with remorse. "It was Senior Brother Wencai... he was the one who told me that zombies would suck the blood of their closest relatives first."

In a moment of confusion, I thought... I wondered if I could help my father get rid of Master Ren, his rival...

Master, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time, for the sake of our past relationship!

He wept bitterly, his posture humbled to the point of being beneath the dust, yet a sliver of hope still lingered in his heart:

"Uncle Jiu is an upright man who values ​​rules the most, but he is also soft-hearted. He sincerely admitted his mistake and dragged Wencai down with him. Perhaps... perhaps he will just be expelled from the family?"

"At worst, I can find a way to seek refuge with that greedy Uncle Four-Eyes or other uncles or elders from other branches of the Maoshan sect. There's always a way out."

However, the anger or disappointment he had anticipated from Uncle Nine did not come immediately.

They deliberately lured Qian Chen here to prevent ordinary people like Master Qian from being affected during the magical duel. Now that he's here, there's no need to put on an act anymore.

Uncle Nine stared coldly at him, a sneer curling at the corner of his lips: "Do you think your mistake was as simple as having malicious intentions to harm others?"

His gaze swept over the person blocking the doorway: "Qian Chen, do you know... who's stopping you?"

Qian Chen looked bewildered and subconsciously glanced at the familiar yet unfamiliar "Wencai".

The man's literary traits faded, his stature returned to its former height, and his face became handsome, making him look like a young man in his twenties.

Uncle Nine uttered two words clearly, one after another: "Ye Fan!"

"Ye Fan?" Qian Chen looked up abruptly, staring intently at the person at the door.

The name struck him like a thunderbolt.

In an instant, he felt his vision go black and his ears ring, as if the whole world was collapsing.

Only one thought remained in his mind: "It's over, it's all over! The system's secrets... have been exposed."

Fear gripped his mind instantly, and driven by despair, he sprang to his feet: "I'll fight you to the death!"

Qian Chen staggered, using the footwork he remembered, and shoved Ye Fan, who was blocking the door, with his palm.

However, his palm strikes were weak and his footwork was chaotic and disorganized, completely losing the essence of Baguazhang.

Ye Fan didn't move his feet, but casually raised his right hand and placed it on Qian Chen's wrist.

Under its exquisite control, Qian Chen's already weak and feeble offensive came to an abrupt halt, and no matter how he struggled, he could not escape.

Qian Chen groaned, feeling all his strength recede like a receding tide, and he was about to collapse softly to the ground.

Just then, a surge of power erupted from within him, instantly taking over his body.

His eyes became indifferent, and the look of terror on his face stiffened and froze, as if he were wearing a lifeless mask.

"roar!"

A low growl escaped from Qian Chen's throat.

Kong's body jolted violently, his footwork became smooth and fluid, and his body twisted like a dragon, breaking free from Ye Fan's grip. Then, he delivered a sharp palm strike straight at Ye Fan's neck.

This palm strike generated a gust of wind, with a faint sound of air being torn apart from the edge of the palm. The purity of the move and the refinement of the force reached a level of unparalleled mastery.

However, this palm strike, powerful enough to split rocks and shatter monuments, was still like a child's in Ye Fan's eyes.

His expression remained unchanged, and golden blood energy erupted from his body, enveloping Qian Chen with the heavy physical aura of the Ancient Sacred Body.

"Buzz—!"

Under the aura, Qian Chen, who was in a frenzy, froze. His sharp palm strike seemed to have hit an invisible wall of sighs, and he could no longer advance an inch.

Uncle Nine seized the opportunity, his fingers like swords, swiftly striking several vital acupoints on Qian Chen's body, completely sealing off the points where his qi and blood flowed.

Just as the two breathed a sigh of relief after subduing Qian Chen.

"Buzz!"

A milky-white ball of light, somewhere between reality and illusion, suddenly burst out from between his eyebrows.

The ball of light radiated intense greed and urgency, like a hungry wolf eyeing a plump lamb. Completely disregarding Qian Chen, it lunged straight for Ye Fan's brow.

"puff!"

Qian Chen's body trembled violently. He looked at the ball of light that had abandoned him without hesitation and rushed towards Ye Fan, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He cried out in a hoarse voice, his voice filled with the desolation of betrayal: "It...it was...my...system..."