I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Ye Yan stood at the foot of the zombie mountain and looked up at the sky. He calculated the distance; the straight-line distance to the northwest of Renjia Town was less than five kilometers—a distance he could have covered in his previous life by running.

This resource library seems to have been prepared specifically for him; it's clearly a door-to-door delivery service.

"Going to the supermarket to stock up." He grinned and strode into the mountains. "Let me see what kind of roasted goods they have? If I find any, I'll keep them. Wow. Treasures of nature, indeed the most fitting name."

As he walked, he pondered the matter of the True Explanation of Taiyin Corpse Refining.

This technique was created by an extreme corpse-driving craftsman in his previous life. That person found orthodox cultivation boring, so he simply created his own school and became an evil cultivator.

Later, he became wicked and went mad, killing countless people, and was eventually destroyed by the righteous forces.

Thinking of this, Ye Yan clicked his tongue softly. That senior's training was still not strong enough, not ruthless enough.

If it were him in charge...

He's a natural fit for this.

This isn't boasting, it's the truth.

Talent is sometimes irrational. However, this technique does have flaws and is not yet sufficient for him to cultivate to a deeper level.

It needs to be changed, it needs to be improved, it needs to be made to match itself.

The Zombie Mountain lived up to its name, with coffins scattered haphazardly all over the mountain.

Ye Yan glanced at them and knew that these were bandits in their previous lives. They weren't strong at all, and compared to their kind in Tengteng Town, they were utterly useless.

A simple ritual implement can clean it up.

According to the internet evaluation system, at most it will be rated as "bad," and that won't be more than that.

There's only one that's been blown away.

The chemical agent used by the music zombie!

He passed through the mist, the clouds in the sky were completely obscured, and the gloom was so heavy that it seemed you could wring water out of it.

Several zombie heads hung on the altar, swaying in the wind, like some kind of eerie decoration.

Ye Yan didn't bother to look closely and walked straight to the nearest row of coffins. He accelerated, lifted the coffin, and rose up with clean and swift movements.

The moment the coffin lid was lifted, the zombie inside automatically stood up, its eyes still closed, its expression serene.

"She slept quite soundly."

Ye Yan reached out and lifted the Zombie King out of the coffin like a chick.

The zombie king was lifted into the air when it suddenly opened its eyes. Before it could even unleash its fury, Ye Yan grabbed its collar with one hand and pressed it against the edge of the coffin.

Ye Yan bent down, intending to kiss the coffin fungus himself, but he stopped halfway through.

"...Never mind, it's still too dirty."

He flipped his hand and pulled a spare zombie head from his sleeve, aiming it at the zombie king's mouth.

The coffin fungus floated out automatically and landed in his palm, icy cold, like a piece of jelly just taken out of an ice cellar.

Ye Yan casually tossed the Zombie King aside, stuffed the mushroom into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

For him, cold and yin-type foods are highly nourishing; they taste like ice cream, melting in his mouth with a slightly cool sweetness.

The Zombie King lay sprawled on the ground, staring blankly, motionless. It wasn't that it didn't want to move, but that it dared not. Ye Yan's corpse energy was far heavier than its own, pressing down on it so much that it couldn't even stand up.

Ye Yan ignored it and turned to get back to work.

He activated his technique, and the limbs and head separated automatically. One by one, the zombies were dragged out of the coffins and neatly stacked. Then came the giant bat, his newly acquired mount.

The bats stared at the mountain of zombies, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Ye Yan fed them the corpse blood, and the bats instantly became energetic, as if they had been given 95-octane gasoline. They flapped their wings and took flight.

Back in Tengteng Town, the Western vampire's corpse still lay on the ground. Ye Yan squatted down, squeezed all the blood out of its body, and added two more Daoist practitioners' worth of blood into it.

According to the rules of evil arts, such backlash would be severe, ranging from death to permanent disability, but he didn't care.

He has cheat codes.

[You've decided to strengthen your luck by consuming 20 Destiny Points. Do you wish to proceed?]

Ye Yan clicked "confirm".

The subtle feeling of being pulled at my body instantly lessened, as if I had unloaded some burden.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then casually deepened the fog array around Tengteng Town several more times before heading towards the mortuary.

Uncle Nine couldn't get used to living in a villa and insisted on staying in the mortuary.

In his words, there were dead people and demons here, but it was comfortable to stay. When Ye Yan pushed the door open, Uncle Nine's door was tightly closed, and a voice came from inside: "Don't disturb my progress."

Ye Yan laughed when he heard this. Goodness, the two of them really have kept up with the trends of the new era.

They were young students, full of vigor and ambition, and it was the perfect time for them to strive and work hard.

How can they sleep at that age?

He returned to his room, lay down on the bed, and felt like his body was falling apart.

Today's exertion was too great; I'm mentally and physically exhausted.

I closed my eyes to go to sleep, when suddenly my scalp started to itch.

"Something's strange..." He subconsciously touched his head. "Why does my head feel itchy? Could there be some enemies I haven't killed yet?"

My left eyelid is twitching uncontrollably.

He thought about what he had done recently: strengthening the construction of Guanjiang Town, investing some money, and not making any enemies.

Could it be that he's become obsessed with cultivation?

But there's nothing wrong with the cultivation technique he practices.

Very normal.

I really don't understand.

Ye Yan turned over and quickly fell asleep.

In the shared space, three Ye Yans stood facing each other.

One of them was radiant with divine light, multicolored, rough and domineering, almost blinding.

The other two Ye Yans simultaneously narrowed their eyes, a thought simultaneously popping into their minds:

This guy is a big shot.

Moonlight filtered through the withered branches on the island of extreme darkness, leaving a thin layer of frost on the ancient-style long robe.

As Ye Yan, dressed as a woman, raised her hand to brush away the stray strands of hair, her fingertips brushing past her ear with a movement as light as a breeze across water. It was clearly a casual flick, yet it evoked the stunning appearance of a famous actor on stage.

His features were exceptionally beautiful, not in the conventional sense of handsome, but in an indescribable, bewitching beauty.

Her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, like the last stroke of a painter's fine brush. Any more would be too alluring, any less would be too plain. Or perhaps she was just a stunner. She also had long legs, which in her previous life would have made her the kind of woman many people would call "Mom."

"Senior, I am Han Li from Jiyin Island." When he spoke, his voice trembled with a hint of grievance. His eyelashes were lowered, and his eyes looked over through the watery light, as if he had a thousand things to say, but chose not to say them.

It was clearly a man's voice, but the way he sang it made it sound soft and sweet, making your heart itch.

What's even more captivating is her figure.

The wide sleeves and loose robes of ancient costumes are meant to conceal one's figure, but on him, they bring out an indescribable charm.

The rise and fall of her chest stretched the fabric slightly, not in a ostentatious way, but in a just-right curve that made people want to take a second look.

Her waist was cinched so tightly by a sash that it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand. Standing there, she looked exactly like a lady from an ancient painting, except that there was something dangerous in her eyes that only men could understand, which aroused Niu Niu's reaction.

"I really don't know what mistake I've made, please forgive me..." he said, raising his chin slightly to reveal a section of his fair neck, his Adam's apple almost invisible.

The expression was perfectly poignant, with a faint red tinge at the corners of the eyes and lips slightly pursed, as if she was trying her best to hold back her tears.

The phrase "pitiful and charming" seemed tailor-made for him.

But if you look closely at his eyes, there isn't a single tear in them.

It was clearly a bottomless pool of water, quietly watching you walk into it step by step.

Zombie Ye Yan stood there, suddenly feeling a little dizzy.

Where did this fairy come from?

Is this still a time-travel novel?

How did I end up working with the Japanese style?

He had lived so long and seen countless beauties, but he had never seen anything like this. He knew perfectly well that the person in front of him was a man, and he knew perfectly well that the grievance was an act, but his heart still skipped a beat uncontrollably.

As he looked down, he suddenly snapped back to reality, cursed himself under his breath, and realized that his body had already reacted first.

That wasn't some fairy at all; she was clearly a demon in fairy's skin. Yet this demon was so beautiful that people were willing to be completely devoured.

After looking at the zombie Ye Yan, he realized that the person looked like him.

"Gurgle" *1

"Wow, it didn't run away, it actually came over? That's really interesting. Never mind, let me pet it."

"hey-hey."

Without further hesitation, Zombie Ye Yan charged forward, forcefully locking the man in place.

"lecher…"

Before Ye Yan in women's clothing could figure out where he was, the zombie Ye Yan touched him and it felt like the origin of the universe was starting to form in his mind.

Zombie Ye Yan was more interested in taking action than acting impulsively. Although he wanted to invest several hundred million, he also thought that this other person's unfounded rumors were a good opportunity. Without the others, it would be boring to just run a silver platter, since Ye Yan was a football fan.

In the shared space, before the divine light had dissipated, Ye Yan, dressed as a woman, suddenly covered her face, her voice as soft as water: "You...you be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."

Zombie Ye Yan was applying the third layer of shared mark to him when he heard this, his hand paused, and his eye twitched.

Damn it.

The power hasn't finished loading yet.

He was all gone.

"I am sharing power."

"Who's lusting after your body?"

Ye Yan, dressed as a woman, peeked out from between her fingers, her face still flushed: "Then why are you shooting so hard..."

"This is a cultivation technique!" Zombie Ye Yan couldn't take it anymore and yanked away the hand covering his face. "What's in your head? How can you be so obsessed? Goodness, so you're the top seller in the Hehuan Sect. No wonder you're so hot-tempered."

Ye Yan, who was radiating divine light, watched with great interest, his eyes sweeping back and forth between the two, clicking his tongue in amazement.

Zombie Ye Yan ignored him and continued taking pictures of the marks.

As he took the last shot, Ye Yan, dressed as a woman, shrank back and muttered, "It still hurts a little..."

"Bear with it."

"Then be gentle."

"Shut up."

Dressed as a woman, Ye Yan shut her mouth with a wronged expression, her eyelashes still glistening with moisture.

Zombie Ye Yan finally finished his last slap, stood up and shook his hand. Suddenly remembering something, his eyelids twitched.

No wonder his left eye was twitching so much today.

So that's where they were waiting.

He glanced down at Ye Yan, who was dressed as a woman. The man was pulling up his collar and had a look on his face that said, "I've been bullied."

After sharing the power, the zombie Ye Yan let out a satisfied sigh.

Seeing him gritting his teeth, looking unwilling to give up.

...I'm tired, really tired.