I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Four eyes gleamed, scrutinizing Ye Yan from head to toe, clicking their tongues in amazement: "How does it feel? You've practically turned Ren Weiyong into a dried-up corpse. But speaking of which, your magical power has improved quite a bit this time. Tsk tsk, you really are an anomaly of Maoshan, an evil cultivator among evil cultivators. Senior brother, you've truly taken on a fine disciple!"

Uncle Nine listened from the side, his expression complex, but he did not refute.

Ye Yan closed his eyes, carefully sensing the changes within his body.

This feeling... is so exhilarating.

The corpse energy entered the body, traveled along the meridians, flowed through the limbs and bones, and every inch of flesh and blood cheered.

My pores opened up, my meridians widened, and my blood surged like a river. That feeling of clarity from the inside out was a hundred times stronger than the satisfaction I felt when I earned money as an SM anchor in my previous life.

Back then, making money only slightly improved our quality of life. And now?

Strength is everything.

Fist is power.

It's much more enjoyable to be a god in this extraordinary world.

He opened his eyes, his gaze intense: "Master, just watch me. I will make Maoshan great again. This time, I will definitely carry on Maoshan's glory."

Looking at Ye Yan's energetic appearance, radiant skin, and incredibly good complexion, Uncle Jiu's complicated feelings dissipated.

What he valued in Ye Yan was precisely this talent.

"It's alright." Uncle Nine waved his hand. "But from now on, I'll still teach you more authentic Maoshan martial arts techniques, so you won't go astray. Master Ren."

Ren Fa stepped forward tremblingly: "Here."

"The remains are still there; take them back and move the grave. Don't worry, this time there won't be any more problems."

Ren Fa gave a wry smile: "Really, he won't be resurrected?"

"real."

"Really, really," Ye Yan added from the side, "Don't you believe in our Maoshan Taoist arts?"

Uncle Nine glared at him, "Is that Maoshan Taoist magic?"

Ren Fa finally breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him repeatedly.

The relocation of the graves was quickly completed. The group returned to the mortuary. Ye Yan stood at the entrance, looking at the dilapidated courtyard, and frowned.

I've already transmigrated to this world, so why am I still living in this lousy place?

He immediately had someone summon Awei.

"Big brother! What are your orders?" Awei came running over excitedly.

"Renovate this mortuary for me again."

"Okay!"

Just then, Ren Tingting arrived.

She handed over a set of keys, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Mr. Ye... these are the keys to the small villa in town. My father said it's a way of thanking you for your great kindness."

Ye Yan took the key and nodded.

The villa was nice, but he wanted heavy weapons even more, which were unavailable these days.

Qiu Shengwen was overjoyed and quickly packed up the furniture, talismans, and props, carrying them to the villa one trip after another.

Uncle Nine refused to move with a stern face, and was forcibly put into the car by the two men.

For the first two days after moving in, they were still putting on airs, but by the third day, they were sunbathing and drinking tea in the courtyard.

Really fragrant.

The moonlight was hazy at night.

Ye Yan packed up the talismans, ink line, and cross, slung his cloth bag over his shoulder, and prepared to go out.

Huang Cuicui perched on his shoulder, while the little zombie wearing a black hat followed behind, hopping along.

"Master Dao, where are we going tonight?" Huang Cuicui asked.

"There's a problem with the water source, remember?" Ye Yan narrowed his eyes. "I heard that the Western zombie in the neighborhood should be coming out soon."

"Perfect, new material delivered right to my door."

Under the moonlight, a person, an immortal, and a corpse disappeared into the night.

The little zombie glanced back at the villa, then at Ye Yan's back, and jumped even more excitedly.

It knew there would be a good show tonight.

The moonlight was as clear as water, and the mountain breeze was slightly cool.

Ye Yan stood on the hillside, took a deep breath, and squinted his eyes.

A faint, lingering smell of death hung in the air, completely different from the local zombies like Ren Weiyong. This smell was mixed with strange Western spices, like a moldy church carpet soaked in formaldehyde.

"Interesting." He licked his lips.

Huang Cuicui perched on his shoulder, sniffing, "Master Dao, your nose is even more sensitive than mine? How come I can't smell anything?"

Ye Yan ignored him, her mind racing with thoughts.

"The Taoist Priest with One Eyebrow," directed and starring Lam Ching-ying in 1989, is a typical mix-and-match style of Uncle Nine, featuring local zombies fighting Western vampires.

The plot goes something like this: There's a problem with the water source in the neighboring town, and Uncle Nine takes his apprentice to investigate. They discover a Western zombie, and Uncle Nine suggests cremation, but the zombie refuses to listen. The zombie then transforms and drives the plot forward.

This thing sucks blood, is afraid of crosses, and can control bats. In the end, Uncle Nine used the swamp, and the fat nun smashed the Western zombie, got stuck in it, and two pairs of shoes appeared, from which a toad jumped out.

The ending was rushed.

The tank's power is evident.

Oh right, there was also a female corpse.

Ye Yan remembered clearly that the female corpse was quite beautiful. After being bitten by a Western zombie, she also turned into a zombie and was eventually burned by Uncle Jiu.

"What a pity." He shook his head.

This pair of star-crossed lovers, though they had a history of hardship, Ye Yan preferred the exhilarating feeling of breaking through to higher realms, since digging up corpses at night was for corpse training.

The aura of this Western zombie is far purer than Ren Weiyong's. A century of cultivation, and it's a foreign product; inhaling it must be incredibly potent.

He glanced at the system panel.

Current Fate Points: 154

These past few days, I've been binding myself to Huang Cuicui and manipulating Ren Weiyong to cause trouble, so my points have increased quite a bit.

154 points, that's enough for him to live it up for a while.

"Let's go down and take a look."

Below the hillside was a wasteland overgrown with weeds, and the moonlight shone on an abandoned church, or rather, church ruins.

The spire was half collapsed, stained glass was shattered all over the floor, and the cross hung crookedly on the wall.

As soon as Ye Yan stepped into the ruins, he heard a rustling sound coming from above.

bat.

Countless bats hung upside down from the dilapidated dome, their small eyes glowing red in the darkness.

"Be careful, Daoist!" Huang Cuicui warned, "That's that foreigner's son!"

Ye Yan looked up and a thought struck him.

One Fate Point was silently consumed.

The ghost law within his body, fused with the [Mysterious Leaf Flame], trembled slightly, and a faint aura spread out.

The bats became agitated.

They swooped down, circled above Ye Yan's head a few times, and then...

The boldest one landed on Ye Yan's shoulder and nuzzled his neck affectionately.

"Squeak!"

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third... dozens of bats flew over in a rush, some landing on his shoulders, some perching on his arms, and a few bold ones squatting on his head, like wearing a living hat.

Huang Cuicui's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "Master Dao!!! Your charm is just too much!!! You've even conquered the bats!"

Ye Yan chuckled and reached out to touch the little bat on his shoulder: "Tsk, it seems I am indeed quite charming."

have to say.

There are cows!

The little zombie poked its head out of the backpack, looked at the bats covering its body, and excitedly reached out to touch them. A bat obediently flew over and landed in its palm.

"Squeak!"

The little zombie was jumping for joy.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around." Ye Yan looked up at the full moon outside the hole in the dome. "Take me to your master."

As soon as he finished speaking, several large bats swooped down and hovered in front of him.

Ye Yan understood.

He flipped over and sat steadily on the back of the largest bat.

The little zombie quickly crawled out and nestled comfortably in Ye Yan's arms.

Huang Cuicui grabbed Ye Yan's collar, looking nervous: "Master Dao, is this thing safe to sit on?"

"Give it a try."

The bat flapped its wings, flew through the hole in the dome, and into the night sky.

Under the moonlight, a human, a corpse, and an immortal ride bats across the wilderness, creating a bizarre yet stylish scene.

A few minutes later, the bat landed in front of a mass grave.

Ye Yan jumped down and immediately saw the solitary grave. A huge cross was planted on the grave mound, inscribed with Latin characters. The soil was loose, and a strong smell of death could be faintly smelled.

"This is it."

He walked to the grave and placed one hand on the cross.

Flames suddenly erupted from his palm; it was a fire talisman he had drawn, combined with his self-created fire-elemental technique, generating an alarmingly high temperature. The iron cross quickly turned red-hot and tilted to one side.

But he felt a little disgusted.

The fire talisman isn't cool enough.

If only I could get my hands on the Thunderclap Technique, how awesome would it be to unleash a bolt of lightning from my palm?

The soil in the grave began to churn.