I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Uncle Nine has been tossing and turning, unable to sleep these past few days.

Having lived most of his life, this was the first time he had felt such a subtle unease, fearing that he, as the master, would fall behind his apprentice.

In less than half a month, Ye Yan's magical power had become so profound that Ye Yan could no longer see through it.

Ye Yan didn't care about these things.

All we need to do is share it.

He knew very well that the original zombie movies never explained any realm divisions, but judging from the background of the underworld and the heavenly court, it was at least a world with all three realms.

If we're talking about the most complete world-building, it has to be "Zombie Master 2". The character Yang Feiyun in the story actually cultivated his destructive combat power from an ordinary mortal, and his combat power became ridiculously inflated.

As for the worldview of demons and gods, that belongs to Mao Xiaofang from another world, not to the Uncle Jiu in front of us.

The world he lives in has both an underworld and a heavenly court, and the fact that Maoshan Zhenjun could hear him speak is irrefutable proof.

There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. Being arrogant and domineering is something only a fool would do.

"Master, you're overthinking it." Ye Yan smiled as he saw Uncle Jiu's furrowed brows. "Your experience is far superior to mine. My basic skills are still far from sufficient, and the orthodox Maoshan sect still needs you to uphold it. Besides, you've recently become enlightened, and you're undoubtedly the future leader. It's getting a bit chilly; you should put on a coat."

He turned and went into the house, taking out a neatly folded Taoist robe.

This was custom-made in advance, and the workmanship is exquisite. It is made of the finest Yun brocade, embroidered with a subtle Bagua pattern, and the collar and cuffs are trimmed with silver thread.

Ye Yan had already planned it out. He would ascend to heaven sooner or later, and when that happened, he would take his Ninth Uncle to the Heavenly Court to be a grandfather. He needed to have a respectable outfit.

Although he was called a "god-like man," he was not magnanimous—that was towards his enemies and adversaries.

When he was with his own family, had he ever been stingy?

He's not Tang San.

Uncle Nine looked at the Taoist robe and waved his hand, saying, "You're getting me into trouble..." Before he could finish speaking, his hand had already reached out. "But the material is indeed quite good. Let me try it on."

He had just gotten tired of reading these past few days, so this was a good opportunity to relax.

The Taoist robe fit him surprisingly well.

Uncle Nine stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking left and right, and the gloom between his brows dissipated somewhat.

Si Mu appeared out of nowhere. Seeing his senior brother wearing the exquisite Daoist robe, and then looking at the one he was wearing, which Ye Yan had also made for him, he immediately beamed with joy: "Senior brother, you've raised a genius!"

Uncle Nine nodded, his tone complex: "You're right. But I only gave him some basic pointers; the rest he figured out on his own."

He had a knot in his heart that he couldn't untie: was the gap between people really bigger than the sky? But then he thought, as long as Ye Yan is strong, he is strong; as long as Ye Yan wins, he wins.

No matter how you look at it, you're winning.

That's all.

We've won!

But this idea just wouldn't come to mind.

In the courtyard, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were practicing martial arts.

After going through so much, the two finally settled down and started working hard.

Although Wencai is still a bit slow, Qiusheng has a good foundation and is making rapid progress.

He stopped having contact with Xiaoyu, which saved him a lot of trouble.

The little zombie was mimicking the gestures, its movements quite lifelike, creating a scene of prosperity and vitality.

Ye Yan glanced at the sky and said, "Master, then I'll go with my martial uncle. I can learn more from him on the way."

"Go ahead, go ahead," Uncle Nine waved his hand. "I happen to have something to do too."

He decided to do something he had never dared to do before.

Ye Yan and Simu bid farewell to Uncle Jiu and embarked on their journey.

Along the way, Si Mu recounted strange and wonderful tales, including the classification of corpses, the cultivation methods of zombies, and the rules of corpse-driving in various places.

Ye Yan listened intently, and couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of an experienced corpse-driving expert, these skills can't be learned from books."

"Uncle-Master," Ye Yan suddenly asked, "you didn't secretly hold back a trick, did you?"

Si Mu laughed: "Look at your martial uncle, do I look like someone who only knows how to drive corpses? But you, your magic power has increased even more today. I watch you improve every day, afraid that one day you'll fall behind."

"Luckily you're not as rigid as Master," Ye Yan laughed, "otherwise, I would have brought this weapon for nothing. I always said that laborers are meant to be squeezed dry."

"You still dare to talk back!" Four Eyes glared at him. "It's all thanks to you enhancing those corpses, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain it to my clients."

The two sat in a sedan chair, or more precisely, in a sedan chair carried by two zombies.

A group of zombies followed behind, carrying boxes of various sizes, looking exactly like two wealthy gentlemen going out, with the zombies acting as servants. The last large box contained Ye Yan's armory. What's with the Republican era setting?

Heavy machine guns already existed in the 1920s.

Looking at the cannon he bought for several thousand silver dollars, he still feels uneasy. If that thing were to come at him, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.

I'm afraid that if I try it, I'll die.

"You absolutely mustn't cause any trouble on the road," Si Mu warned.

Before he could finish speaking, a white shadow flashed through the woods by the roadside.

Ye Yan's eyes lit up: "Uncle-Master, please wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Half an hour later, Ye Yan returned, carrying a snow-white fox pelt in his hand.

Si Mu sighed helplessly, "I think you're really addicted to these vixens."

"Oh, it was just a small favor." Ye Yan put the leather away and jumped into the sedan chair.

The two talked all night long.

Ye Yan, like a studious student, kept asking about the rules of Maoshan, the history of Maoshan, and the story of the Grand Master Shi Jian.

Si Mu would occasionally interrogate him with some strange questions, which Ye Yan could answer fluently.

Conversely, Si Mu also heard many unheard-of things from him: weapons, World War I, which left him stunned.

Three days passed quickly.

Ye Yan glanced at the feedback on his Destiny Points: 6 PM every day. He shook his head, not really interested in binding with other people anymore; sharing Destiny Points was much more practical.

Two wooden houses came into view in the mountain valley.

Jiale, the apprentice of Simu, was chopping wood in the courtyard when he suddenly saw a large group of zombies coming towards him. He was startled, thinking that some master had come to challenge him.

Once he saw that the person sitting in the sedan chair was his master, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went up to greet him.

Ye Yan settled down here. The zombies unloaded boxes of all sizes and piled them up in half the yard.

Master Ikkyu peeked out from next door, staring blankly at those iron lumps: "What are these things? Why are they so heavy?"

"You country bumpkin, you'll be left behind by this world sooner or later if you live in seclusion in the mountains." Four Eyes didn't even look up. "I'm already planning to move out."

"To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit?" Ye Yan replied with a smile. "Master Yixiu, forgive my bluntness, but times have changed. It's not that I'm disrespecting you, but that you're outdated."

Ikkyu: "?"

The next day, Ye Yan took a walk around the area.

Upon discovering a mass grave, he dug up someone's ancestral grave without saying a word.

Upon opening the coffins, good heavens, several bodies were practically turning into zombies. Ye Yan "reluctantly" took them all in.

He returned to the cabin at midday and settled the zombies in.

They happened to run into Ikkyu visiting.

Ikkyu stared at the newly unearthed "goods," his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets: "This...this is not the proper way!"

Si Mu patted his shoulder and calmly said, "You'll get used to it. Let him dig more."

Even Jia Le was shocked. "Are you my master?"

In the distance, several people were pushing a golden coffin. Ye Yan and Si Mu exchanged a glance and decided to start doing things according to the previous plan.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait."