I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Two figures were flying rapidly in the distance.

A maniacal young man, laughing wildly, was tumbling in the air, his feet three zhang off the ground, while another middle-aged man wearing glasses stared at him with a lewd and greedy expression.

The two people, one in front of the other, drew two perfect parabolas.

Ye Yan, with his sharp eyes, recognized the two faces at a glance. Weren't they the same two people: Ren Weiyong, played by Yuan Hua, and the dead, demonic Wu Shilang?

"Good material!"

Without saying a word, he began to use the incantation.

His custom-made black Taoist robe gleamed eerily in the sunlight, concealing the dense aura of death emanating from him.

With his legs slightly bent, he suddenly exerted force, and like an arrow released from a bow, he leaped three zhang (approximately 10 meters) straight towards Minister Wu.

One thing that must be mentioned is that real zombie jumping is not as stiff and clumsy as people imagine.

On the contrary, it was an extremely high and far jump, with each step covering three to five zhang (approximately 10-15 meters). For an ordinary person to try to escape, it would be pure suicide.

Minister Wu turned pale with fright: "Who...who are you?!"

Master Qianhe had already drawn his peach wood sword and was about to meet the enemy when he saw that the newcomer was his own senior brother, Si Mu, and was immediately stunned.

Si Mu waved his hand, signaling everyone to step back: "Junior brother, I know you're in a hurry, but let me tell you first, I'm even more anxious."

He stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ye Yan.

The two junior disciples worked together seamlessly, continuously activating their spells, and in no time they had subdued all the guards present.

Ye Yan's gaze fell on the bronze-horned golden coffin in the center of the group, his eyes burning with the fervor of someone who had just discovered a treasure.

Frontier royal family zombies.

In the original story, the origin of this zombie is unknown. It is only said that it came from the border region, was struck by lightning, sucked the blood of a Taoist priest, and eventually even the four eyes exclaimed, "It has become a spirit!" because its eyes could see.

How could we let such top-quality material slip by?

"Since you're not going to speak," Ye Yan grinned, "then I'll take it. I'll take both the coffin and the corpse."

He glanced at the ten zombies around him, all of them the corpses of his bodyguards, each one comparable to Ren Weiyong in his early stages.

This is the charm of "The True Explanation of Taiyin Corpse Refining". In his eyes, this is not a corpse, but a pile of moving cultivation resources.

Qianhe frowned.

He recognized at a glance that Ye Yan was using Maoshan martial arts, but the young man's arrogant and shameless laughter showed no trace of the demeanor of a descendant of Maoshan.

"Senior brother, what exactly is this?"

Sōmu sighed, pulled Chizuru aside, and began to explain in a low voice.

"Junior brother, this is a long story. Your junior disciple, Ye Yan, is my newest apprentice. He is exceptionally talented and cultivates at an absurdly fast pace, but his style of doing things... well, it's rather unique. You'll get used to it."

"He observed the stars and predicted that something would happen today, so he came with me on purpose."

Qianhe's brows relaxed slightly, but he was still half-believing and half-doubting.

Ye Yan has already made his move.

He quickly and efficiently removed the ink line from the coffin.

Minister Wu panicked and frantically winked at Qianhe, "Daoist Master! We can't let him open it! That's what the master wants."

Before the words were even finished, the coffin lid had already been lifted.

Chizuru leaned closer to take a look, and her expression changed drastically.

What's lying in the coffin? It's not some ordinary zombie.

The corpse had a hideous face, its fangs had grown to more than three inches long, and its fingernails were jet black and shiny, a full half foot long.

The most terrifying thing was those eyes; half-open and half-closed, they faintly revealed a glimmer of light.

"Minister Wu!" Qianhe roared, "You call this an ordinary zombie? This is clearly a spirit! You've gone too far!"

Minister Wu stamped his feet anxiously, "We can't open it! That's what the master wants."

Ye Yan raised his hand, and the coffin lid closed again.

"I opened it." He grinned, raised his hand, and the coffin lid opened again. "Hey, I closed it." He raised it again. "I opened it again." He closed it again. "I closed it again."

"What can you do to me? What can you do to me?"

That expression, that tone, they were absolutely infuriating.

Chizuru's hand, gripping the peach wood sword, bulged with veins. She held back, barely managing not to stab him.

However, the origin of this royal zombie is indeed strange. The frontier regions have always been rife with bizarre occurrences.

It is said that this member of the royal family was struck by lightning during the escort and died on the spot. Seven days after his death, his body did not decompose and instead underwent strange changes.

The shamans in the frontier say that a malevolent star has descended from the heavens and must be suppressed with a copper horn and a golden coffin, and sealed with an ink line net, in order to prevent the corpse from turning into a zombie.

"It's become sentient..." Four Eyes murmured. "This thing is indeed difficult to deal with."

Ye Yan laughed even more heartily.

It's better if they're hard to deal with.

The more difficult it is to deal with, the stronger the corpse puppet will be.

Ye Yan glanced at the bronze-horned golden coffin, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:

"That's why I said there's a conspiracy here, the waters run deep, you can't handle it. I've been watching you for a long time, just leave it to me."

He turned to Chizuru, his tone softening, yet each word clear:

"In terms of magical power, I call you junior brother; in terms of seniority, I respectfully call you senior brother. But this thing is truly harmful. Look at it yourself, how can this be an ordinary zombie? It's clearly something someone deliberately raised."

Chizuru remained silent.

He assessed the situation and realized that he was indeed no match for the ferocity of this royal zombie.

Although Ye Yan's words were harsh, they were all reasonable. As for the guards present... he waved his hand, indicating that he would deal with them himself.

"You can't do this!" Minister Wu shrieked. "This is royalty! Royalty! Is there no law? Is there no imperial decree?"

Ye Yan was too lazy to listen to his nagging and raised his hand to beckon.

The group of zombies behind them all sprang into action.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized and well-trained; he hadn't been practicing for nothing these past few days. The zombie at the very front carried a heavy machine gun on its shoulder, the dark muzzle pointed directly at Minister Wu's face.

"The law?" Ye Yan laughed. "I'm here to overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming. What your emperor can't decide, I will; what the emperor can't manage, I will manage. As for imperial edicts..."

"Your emperor is dead."

Minister Wu's face turned deathly pale, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Si Mu sighed and straightened his clothes: "Well, it's time to move. I might as well go and meet up with my senior brother."

Chizuru casually exchanged a few polite words and then dismissed the guards.

The guards dared not move.

The corpse poison on those claws, the corpse fumes exhaled from the zombie's mouth—just smelling them made one dizzy and lightheaded.

Qianhe glanced at the group of zombies that Ye Yan had tamed so well, and a chill ran down his spine. Even his four disciples combined couldn't achieve this.

The things were packed up quickly.

Jiale was dazed and confused when Si Mu picked him up. He rubbed his eyes and followed the group.

Ye Yan laughed heartily, waved his hand, and the zombies lifted the bronze-horned golden coffin and set off in a grand procession.

Such a huge golden coffin, and inside lies a top-tier zombie. This trip has been incredibly profitable.

In just one day, the team sped back to their base.

Ye Yan personally set up the Yin Gathering Array, strengthening the corpse energy of the royal zombies layer by layer.

As for where these zombies came from and what conspiracy lies behind them...

He couldn't be bothered to care.

That's none of their business.

Let others have their own headaches.

Ye Yan pushed open the gate of the mortuary, followed closely by Si Mu and Qian He. The hall was filled with soldiers, and in the center was Commander Long from "The New Zombie Man," the unlucky guy from Tengteng Town who was bitten by a zombie and needed zombie tooth powder for treatment.

"Mayor Ye, what a mess your master has made!" Commander Long jumped up and down. "He moved my wife away in the middle of the night! Is this something a human being would do?"

Uncle Nine stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent: "General, if you are defeated by me, you are not worthy to be my opponent. The gap in strength is too great. I will give you time to catch up, or we can fight one-on-one now, but you will never be able to see my level of strength."

Commander Long was dumbfounded.

Cultivation is used to defeat mortals.

This poet?

Ye Yan raised an eyebrow. His master's act was quite something.

But why does it feel like someone's head is covered in green?

Oh dear, this is so hard to guess.