I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

[Happy Day - Day 7]

Two hours later, they came out.

This is Qiusheng's latest result.

He walked out of Chunfeng Pavilion with light steps, but his eyes were as clear as autumn water.

The girls upstairs watched him leave, their eyes filled with a newfound respect.

In just a few days, he broke through the barrier of love and achieved a breakthrough in his cultivation, only then realizing that the way of the world is the balance of yin and yang.

What love is there?

He was just a pitiful person who was bewitched by the female ghost.

[Happy Day - Day 8]

"Come on, everyone, keep up!"

Ye Yan led Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai to stand in the center of the mass grave.

The moonlight was pale, the will-o'-the-wisps flickered, and a chilling wind blew.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai exchanged a glance, feeling a little intimidated.

Ye Yan spread his arms wide and took a deep breath: "What a great place! Plenty of corpse energy, heavy yin energy, there must be plenty of female ghosts! Hehehe, don't blame me for being ruthless."

He casually pointed, and a wisp of black mist floated out from the grave, transforming into a disheveled female ghost.

"Come on, Qiusheng, this is yours. Wencai, that one over there is yours."

Qiu Sheng was stunned: "Senior brother, what is this...?"

"To help you with your cultivation!" Ye Yan said matter-of-factly. "Don't worry, I'll keep watch for you."

Half an hour later, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai emerged from the mass grave, their expressions indescribable.

Seeing their increasingly audacious gazes, Ye Yan knew something was terribly wrong.

He was just letting them try.

These two are addicted.

[Happy Day - Day 9]

Ye Yan lay on the rattan chair, crossed his legs, and stared at the system panel.

Current Fate Points: 410

Inside the tavern, a newly minted vampire laborer slammed his fist on the table, shouting in his thick, local dialect. His impassioned speech pierced through the smoke, stirring up a clamorous echo in every corner.

Those Germans who were originally only concerned with beer and sausages were now as if under a spell, their eyes wide and their hands clapping enthusiastically.

There will always be bread and coffee on their table.

[Achievement Event: Tavern Speech]

Inside the tavern, your descendant raised his arms and shouted, his impassioned words calling upon his compatriots to break free from their shackles and pursue justice. His logic was impeccable, his passion fervent; the 21 people present were deeply moved and vowed to follow in his footsteps.

[Achievement Evaluation: You're a real talent!]

Ye Yan lay on the rattan chair in the mortuary, looking at the notification, and almost burst out laughing.

[The Progenitor of Vampires - Budding: He has long since shed his bloodthirsty exterior; the light of his mind has replaced his thirst for blood. On this foreign land, he will ignite the sacred flame of ideals, leading the masses towards a bright future for all.]

[Achievement Evaluation: The true sun will rise from the earth; the gratitude of his followers will not be forgotten, and his glory will not be enjoyed alone.]

Ye Yan sat up straight.

I looked at David's profile panel.

Wow, what a surprise!

His favorability towards you: ∞

His loyalty to you: ∞

Every night, he would gaze eastward, murmuring to himself, longing for you, who were thousands of miles away and taught him "why people live." He said you were the world's greatest thinker and educator, the only light in his dark life.

[Achievement Evaluation: The greatest vampire, steadfast and loyal! At this moment, you are his strictest father.]

Ye Yan remained silent for three seconds.

What kind of sparks will an extraordinary warrior ignite in the ordinary world?!

"...Did I go too far?"

"Forget it, let's just treat it as a random attempt to cause trouble."

In the distance, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were calling him to go to the brothel.

Ye Yan waved his hand, looked at the night sky, and suddenly missed the Western vampire he had never met.

He personally transformed the vampire into a steadfast warrior.

Right now, I'm sitting in a tavern thousands of miles away, missing him.

This feeling is quite peculiar.

Two achievement events, each with 80 Fate Points.

Including David's favorability, the panel also evaluated the same outfit, with 30 fate points.

Ye Yan nodded in satisfaction.

David has really grown up.

He was very pleased and decided to visit him again that day.

He glanced at the distant brothel, then looked in the direction of the mass grave.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were running back and forth between the two places, busy as bees.

These two can now be linked together.

Ye Yan narrowed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Continue to raise it.

Cut the chives slowly.

[Happy Day - Day 10]

Uncle Nine has been acting strangely lately.

He held the political book, pacing back and forth in the courtyard of the mortuary, his brow furrowed, muttering to himself.

"I see... I see..."

"I understand now, I understand now!"

Ye Yan passed by and peeked out.

No.

What exactly did you realize?

Uncle Nine picked up another book, "A History of Western Philosophy," opened the first page, and froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

"This is very good."

Just as Ye Yan was about to slip away, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai rushed in from outside and each grabbed one of his arms.

"Senior brother, senior brother! Let's go! To the brothel!"

"A few new girls have arrived, and I hear they're incredibly beautiful!"

Ye Yan: "..."

Everyone's doing the same dirty and filthy things every day.

Ye Yan looked at them, then at Uncle Jiu holding a book in the courtyard, and suddenly felt a little flustered.

It's one thing for Uncle Nine to be studying Marxist philosophy, and it's another for his two junior brothers to be obsessed with brothels, but now...

Why does he feel like the whole world is abnormal?

Uncle Nine raised his head, his gaze blank: "Ye Yan, do you think we cultivators should also learn dialectics? Especially materialist dialectics. How could I have been so narrow-minded before? Why didn't you bring it up sooner?"

"You're right, I have no objection."

"That won't do. I want what you think."

Ye Yan's lips twitched.

They've all become godlike!

The world has indeed gone mad.

Ye Yan didn't care. His behavior was a bit strange, but it wasn't a big deal. Although Ye Yan was a god, it was just his own rambling. In his previous life, he had no choice but to survive. Now, after transmigrating, he was just pursuing normal things to become stronger.

As night fell, he returned to Tengteng Town.

This small town stretches for several kilometers and can be described as a treasure trove for training corpses.

The town is shrouded in malevolent energy and shrouded in resentment. No one knows how many people died there in the past, and it has now become a notorious zombie town.

The original work doesn't elaborate much on this, which actually benefited him; this kind of "beginner dungeon" is perfect for farming resources.

Ye Yan only wanted rivers of blood to flow and to go on a killing spree.

"What a great town! It's truly a wonderful town." Ye Yan exclaimed with delight. "It really is a great map, a holy land for leveling up. I'm destined to cultivate the Blood Skull Gu here."

Most of the zombies in the town are ordinary. If Uncle Nine comes, he can kill one kid with a single blow with his peach wood sword, just by stabbing them in the heart.

Ye Yan leaped in, his body enveloped in a dense aura of death. The zombies sniffed him, but none of them recognized him as a living person. The concentration of this aura was definitely that of their own kind.

After observing for a while, Ye Yan discovered that the zombies here were ranked according to the length of their fangs and the length of their fingernails.

Whoever is tallest is the boss. There were two female zombies in the corner, but their faces were so hideous that it was hard to look at them.

He still prefers the one in "The Family of Zombies" or the bandit leader from Kunming, Yunnan in "Mr. Vampire." Although he's a villain, the actor playing him is quite handsome.

The moon rises.

Ye Yan stopped suppressing the corpse energy.

They usually pretend to be weak while secretly being strong, which is very frustrating. They have to hide themselves from ordinary people for fear of scaring away their spirits or being tainted by the aura of death. If they get sick or seriously ill, it would be terrible.

As the moonlight shone down, he opened his arms and spun 360 degrees, his body surrounded by a flowing halo, absorbing and exhaling the moonlight as if swallowing clouds and spitting out mist.

"This stuff is way better than opium." Ye Yan exhaled a breath of yin energy, feeling refreshed.

"Try another bite. No wonder so many zombie pills absorb moonlight. It really is amazing."

Ye Yan remained silent, focusing solely on absorbing the moonlight.

The coffin lids were lifted one after another, and the zombies staggered out.

A zombie approached him, nodded as if to say hello, and then sniffed him all over.

Ye Yan slapped him across the face: "What ugly thing are you, sniffing all over me? Do you think you're inhaling perfume?"

The zombie was stunned by the attack and took two steps back.

Its not-so-bright brain barely managed to figure it out: this guy's corpse energy field was far stronger than its own.

quack!

Great guy!

Can't afford it!

He quickly retreated.

Ye Yan nodded in satisfaction and swaggered inside.

He kicked open the dilapidated door and saw two Taoist priests being pinned to the ground by several zombies, who were about to devour them.

"Show mercy with your words."

Ye Yan raised his hand and pointed, activating a spell. The zombie leader that was biting people froze, and he actually controlled it.

The zombie leader wasn't a king, at most a minor leader. At this moment, a human-like shock flashed in his eyes. What was the source of this concentration of corpse energy and this manipulation method?

Ye Yan ignored it and squinted at the two "fellow Daoists" on the ground.

His clothes were tattered, and his expression was shifty. He said he had been captured by zombies, but the murderous aura emanating from him was almost tangible.

"Fellow Daoists, please wait."

The two men were about to slip away when they froze.

The man surnamed Ma forced a smile: "Fellow Daoist, we're just passing by. We were captured by zombies and are trying to escape..."

"What is your honorable surname, fellow Daoist?"

"No need for formalities. I am Xiao Yan, the Master of Dou Qi Transformation from Horse!"

"Xiao Yan?"

The two exchanged a glance and desperately searched their memories for the name "Xiao Yan," but to no avail; they had absolutely no recollection of him.

Oh, a nobody.

He's just a nobody.

Ye Yan looked him up and down: the Taoist robe was askew, but there was no trace of the pure and upright Taoist priest. There was a deep sinister aura between his brows, and his body was surrounded by a murderous aura. He was clearly an evil cultivator whose hands were stained with blood.

They have absolutely no moral compass.

These days, evil cultivators don't do good deeds; they're all slick and flashy, that's what makes them truly cool.

"Captured by zombies?" Ye Yan asked with a half-smile. "Then, is this corpse aura on you left behind by the zombies you raised, or did you get infected from harming too many people?"

Their expressions changed drastically.

"I don't care who you are," Ye Yan raised his hand, "It's a perfect opportunity to sacrifice you two and give you two fellow Daoists a great gift."

It's okay if your aptitude isn't bad; just think about your family, parents, friends, and fellow practitioners.

What amazing cultivation resources those are!

Moreover, it wouldn't matter if they died, but if Ye Yan were to take action, there would be much more to consider.

"Aren't you a Taoist priest from Maoshan?!" The man surnamed Ma tensed up and said urgently, "I can give you information! There's a bronze-armored corpse in Xishuangbanna nearby, currently battling a descendant of Zhuge Liang from the south! We're just passing by!"

Another person stared at Ye Yan for a couple of seconds, then suddenly said, "No, he doesn't seem like a proper Maoshan, he's more like a wild Maoshan, quite like a bandit."

Ye Yan: "?"

Your whole family is a bunch of scoundrels!

"You two are truly wasting your talents," Ye Yan laughed. "You're more than capable of contributing to the Maoshan Corpse-Refining Sect. A sea of ​​people, and only one VIP seat! Hmph, trying to run? Where do you think you're going?"

The array he had set up in advance suddenly lit up.

I wasn't just strolling around town looking at coffins; this corpse town, untouched for decades, reeks of death. The zombies have acquired this territory by hunting in the wild. The location has already been determined; we're just waiting for the fish to fall into the net.

The zombie leader, being slightly more intelligent, was terrified when he saw Ye Yan's corpse energy surging, his expression becoming almost human-like.

It wisely waved its hand, and led several of its subordinates to rush forward and surround the two Taoist priests who were trying to escape.

The two evil cultivators already had scratch marks on their bodies, and the corpse poison had long since entered their bodies; they couldn't escape.

Ye Yan stood with his hands behind his back, the moonlight shining on him. The corpse aura and moonlight intertwined, making him look like a king among corpses.

Ye Yan set up the Yin Gathering and Corpse Nourishing Formation, where Yin energy gathered like an abyss, nourishing the corpse puppet.

He then activated the Taiyin God-Slaying Formation, which, although it also refines corpses.

However, he focuses on offense, using the corpse energy to nourish himself. Once the killing formation is activated, he cultivates both human and corpse, and his attacks are deadly.

Soon, the Taoist priest's blood was used to feed the zombies. Blood rained down. After Ye Yan stopped, he realized that his cultivation speed had been enhanced to such an extent.

Ye Yan was concentrating on activating the formation when he suddenly felt something brushing against his leg.

Looking down, he saw two female zombies kneeling in front of him, gnawing on his trouser legs.

His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He was so focused on the formation that he didn't notice the two corpses approaching.

He was careless.

A moment later, he picked up his wood-chopping knife and bolted the door shut with his other hand.

The room was full of zombies, at least thirty or more.

Ye Yan grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Hehehe."

"What a fine corpse, what a fine corpse!"

Before his laughter subsided, his aura suddenly changed, and he completely turned into a zombie!

The machete swung up, and two heads fell to the ground with a thud. Before the two female zombies could even react, they were completely dead.

Ye Yan pulled up his pants, wiped the blood from his face, and looked at the remaining zombies with a burning gaze. He knew that none of the zombies here would escape today.

Anyone who has trained with corpses knows that killing corpses is difficult, but finding the right place to kill them is even harder.

The formation was activated, and the woodcutter's knife was wielded.

Body parts flew everywhere, severed limbs scattered in all directions.

Zombie blood was splattered all over the ground, and the stench was overwhelming.

Some of the zombies were so terrified that they screamed and tried to escape towards the door, only to find that the door had been welded shut and they couldn't open it by jumping.

There's no way to escape it.

The new "king" didn't treat them like his own kind at all!

Ye Yan moved swiftly, piling up the severed zombie hands, stacking the heads in a row, and arranging the limbs in their respective categories.

His body was covered in blood, which dripped down his clothes.

At this moment, he was just like the crazy protagonist in "The Untold Story," with only the needs of the formation in his eyes. He was no longer human at all.

The entire room had become a slaughterhouse.

Ye Yan glanced around at the mess in the room and sighed softly, "No matter how magical the formation, it's nothing compared to a needle in that biology PhD's hand. Turning into the strongest zombie instantly, that's awesome! I have to get my hands on that. And I'm determined to have the bronze-armored zombie from 'Family Ghost Hunting.' What a pity..."

Corpse refining still requires scientific techniques.

He glanced at the neatly arranged body parts on the ground, nodded slightly, and said, "Hmm, the art is acceptable."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly formed hand seals, not the complicated hand gestures of Naruto ninjutsu, but a unique incantation to summon bats.

He didn't want to use his Destiny Points to bind more people in this world for the time being. Controlling David was just a side ability of his main cultivation technique. He had to save these four hundred Destiny Points for a crucial moment.

The bat flapped its wings and took to the air, its claws gripping the old priest's body that had been soaking for nine days and nine nights.

The body was already decayed inside, but Ye Yan wanted to conduct a bold experiment to merge the ghost and the zombie into one.

The idea made his eyes light up, but the specifics of how to implement it still needed careful consideration.

He bit his fingertip and fed his blood to the bat.

The pets swallowed the drops of blood and obediently flew back towards the mortuary.

These bats usually roost near the mortuary, so they can be considered half of the "organizational managers" of the Maoshan Sect.

Taking the right path is the only long-term solution.

Ye Yan sat down cross-legged, opened "The True Explanation of Taiyin Corpse Refining," and casually picked up a zombie head, intending to absorb the coffin fungus.

One hour later.

After finishing his cultivation, he stood up and patted the unseeing head of the zombie beside him: "Come on, let's go see some new scenery. If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement."

The zombie stared wide-eyed, speechless.

This is the fifteenth zombie that Ye Yan has personally destroyed, following Ren Weiyong and the old priest.

He counted them and felt genuinely happy. He figured his fellow zombie cultivators must be quite happy too.

Ye Yan skipped away from there, and then used his magic to fly slowly through the air.