I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Three days later, Ye Yan began alchemy.

Under the influence of Taoist magic, the bronze horn and golden coffin gradually transformed, with golden liquid flowing out, and was reshaped into a small altar.

These days, there are no high-density machines, only pure violence. Using magic power as a hammer and spiritual energy as fire, they forcibly forged a golden coffin into a magical artifact.

The process was brutal, but the results were astonishing.

Don't misunderstand.

This is the joy that comes from sharing power.

This is thanks to the benefits of Ye Yan's cultivation world, even though he's dressed as a woman.

In the world of cultivation, I am submissive and obedient; in the era of Dharma decline, I strike with full force!

The newly built Maoshan Taoist Temple has been completed and is located on the east side of Guanjiang Town.

The building is grand and imposing, with rows of jade pillars. The architecture is modern, but the interior is decorated in a classic Chinese style.

The Taoist priests from Maoshan filed in, and as soon as they stepped into the main hall, they all froze in surprise.

Dozens of zombies stood densely packed on both sides of the main hall.

They weren't locked in coffins or cages, but stood there neatly in two rows, like a guard of honor.

Each one had been refined, with talismans affixed to their bodies and a faint green light emanating from their eye sockets, yet they remained quiet and motionless.

Where is this?

Is this still the Maoshan Sect?

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, and some swallowed hard.

Uncle Nine sat on the right side of the center of the main hall, a position second only to the empty main seat.

He held his teacup, expressionless, as if the dozens of zombies in front of him were no different from dozens of potted plants.

Ye Yan worked diligently in front of the altar, sharing his knowledge without holding anything back.

His methods of refining corpses were unrestrained and undisguised, even outrageous. He refined the Western vampires he collected in Tengteng Town into corpse energy and poured it into the royal zombie corpses.

They also captured the vengeful ghosts wandering nearby, crushed them, and fed them to the spirits.

Even the blood of the disciples of the Dragon-Slaying Daoist was sent in.

The royal zombie lay in the bronze-cornered golden coffin for three days, and when it emerged, it had been completely transformed.

It opened its eyes, and instead of jumping, it walked out steadily.

It can walk, fly low, and even make simple movements like nodding.

The peach wood sword was useless when it pierced the surface, and the talisman stuck on it wouldn't even burn.

Dual form!

Chinese zombies and Western vampires.

Two forms!

It has absolutely no interest in human blood. Or rather, ordinary blood is no longer worthy of its attention.

"Whose disciple is this?" a Taoist priest with a goatee muttered under his breath. "He's incredibly fierce, but the corpse is refined...not bad. But does the orthodox Maoshan martial arts have this technique? Strange, this Taoist technique sounds so familiar."

Wang, the Taoist priest beside him, squinted at Ye Yan and said, "This person doesn't seem to follow the ways of my Maoshan sect, fellow Daoist."

He bowed slightly to the person beside him and asked, "May I ask which school or sect this gentleman is a disciple of?"

Si Mu squeezed through the crowd, arms crossed: "Alright, alright, stop asking. He's Senior Brother's disciple, Lin Fengjiao's eldest disciple. I'm just giving you a heads-up, if a conflict breaks out, just don't get killed by him. This kid's no human being. I'm telling you in advance, don't blame me if he kills you, Ninth Brother, Qianhe, Mama."

The crowd was skeptical, and some scoffed, clearly not taking it seriously.

I thought he was some senior expert.

It turns out he was Lin Fengjiao's disciple.

Before the laughter had even finished, another burst of laughter came from the altar.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Ye Yan formed hand seals, and his magical power surged like a tide. The bronze horn and golden coffin exploded open, and the royal zombies soared into the sky!

It traced an arc in the air and hovered steadily in mid-air. It didn't jump, it didn't leap, it flew.

A real flying zombie!

Ye Yan stepped into the void and followed closely behind.

He traveled within a 30-kilometer radius for three days, feeding the flying zombie with all the evil energy he could gather.

At this moment, its body was filled with a corpse aura as black as ink, obscuring the sky and sun, and even the midday sun could not penetrate it.

The Taoist priests looked up at the dark cloud in the sky, some of them not even noticing when they dropped their teacups.

Ye Yan landed slowly, patted Fei Jiang's shoulder as if he were patting his own big dog.

He turned to look at everyone with a bright smile, sharing the pure magical power of Ye Yan's cultivation world. Now, his cultivation level has steadily reached the peak of Qi Refining.

"Dear senior brothers and uncles," he cupped his hands in greeting, "I have become a flying zombie, please excuse my poor performance."

No one spoke.

The goatee-bearded Taoist priest silently swallowed back the words "How fierce!" he had just uttered.

Master Wang's lips twitched. He remembered that he had just been asking about someone's sect, and now he just wanted to slap himself.

Si Mu laughed so hard he almost fell over: "What did I tell you? Just don't get beaten to death by him."

Uncle Nine put down his teacup, sighed softly, but couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.

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Ye Yan shook his head, his tone indifferent: "Not enough."

"Not enough?" Master Wang frowned, his voice filled with worry. "Nephew, I see that your constitution is becoming increasingly filled with the aura of death. Don't really go to extremes. Some things can't be rushed."

Awei stepped forward, his face full of eagerness as he introduced, "Fellow Daoists, my elder brother is not only the mayor of Guanjiang Town but also the founder of Maoshan Temple. He governs several surrounding towns. Times have changed; there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding."

"What did you just say? He's Mayor Ye?"

"Captain Awei, don't talk nonsense. This is not your army's territory."

"I see, I understand now. No wonder Lin Fengjiao couldn't suppress her smile."

Uncle Nine stepped forward, his gaze falling on Ye Yan, and said in a deep voice, "I was only worried that you were too impatient. Think about it carefully, you are practicing the corpse, but you are cultivating yourself. Is this corpse energy a tool, or are you being led by it? In the end, who are you cultivating? Isn't it you? Why don't you just cultivate yourself?"

Ye Yan "..."

He doesn't want to turn his body into a vibrator; what if he breaks a stiff, burnt-out stick?

Uncle Nine knew what he was thinking: "Practicing with female corpses, you fool."

Ye Yan raised an eyebrow: "You know that too?"

"Nonsense, I've read so many of your books, and I haven't wasted my time. I'm not an old man anymore," Uncle Nine said softly.

With a flick of his sword, Wang Dao summoned two corpses behind him, which lunged straight at Ye Yan's face.

Master Wang said, "Brother Lin, I wonder if my junior nephew would like to try my hand at this? I would also like to exchange skills, as I happen to know a little about the art of corpse cultivation."

Ye Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent: "Why don't you all come at me together, so that no one will say I, Ye, am bullying the weak or taking advantage of the small? Come on, let's go together."

Master Wang stepped forward first: "Alright, let's go together then. I've been wanting to give it a try too."

Uncle Nine looked surprised: "Are you sure you want to go? Are you guys going too?"

The group exchanged glances, their expressions varied.

What exactly does Lin Fengjiao mean?

Do you think these old guys are afraid of a junior?

Uncle Nine shook his head helplessly, cupped his hands and said, "Alright, that's enough. Ye Yan... show mercy."

Ye Yan didn't move at all.

The royal flying zombie shifted sideways, its withered hands reaching out to grab the necks of the two refining corpses, one on each side.

With a gentle squeeze, the corpse energy dissipated, and the two refined corpses collapsed to the ground like rag dolls.

Master Wang's expression changed drastically.

"Attack together!" he shouted through gritted teeth.

Seven or eight Taoist priests attacked at the same time.

Peach wood swords, coin swords, five-emperor coins, and talismans flew everywhere, and various magical artifacts, imbued with magical power, bombarded Ye Yan.

Ye Yan stood with his hands behind his back, a smile playing on his lips.

The flying zombie lifted off the ground, hovering in mid-air, and suddenly spread its arms wide.

A monstrous surge of corpse energy swept out like a tidal wave!

The peach wood sword exploded in mid-air, the talisman burned to ashes, and the five-emperor coins clattered and scattered all over the ground.

Several Taoists with weaker cultivation were thrown back by the shockwave and had to take several steps back before they could regain their footing.

The flying zombie landed, its toes lightly touching the ground, and its figure moved through the crowd like a ghost.

It doesn't hurt people; it just raises its hand, slaps the object away, raises its hand again, slaps it away again, and the magical artifacts fall from the hand, the talismans scatter, and the Taoist priests are shaken to the point of staggering. It can suck blood from a distance.

In less than ten breaths.

Seven or eight Taoist priests lay sprawled on the ground, their magical implements scattered everywhere, looking utterly disheveled.

The flying zombie returned to Ye Yan's back and stood quietly, as if nothing had happened.

Ye Yan looked around and asked with a smile, "Is there anyone else who would like to spar?"

"Who else?!"

Answer me!

No one answered.

"Me too!!!"

"Truly a young talent, having mastered the flying zombie technique."

Shi Jian walked in, his gaze sharpening. "Lin Jiu, you've certainly raised a fine disciple. You've made something of yourself. I'll give it a try."

"Dad, I'll go first."

Shi Shaojian rushed ahead, leaping out before he could finish speaking.

He was extremely fast, and his palm strikes were fierce, yet the flying zombie only released a slight trace of corpse energy.

The corpse energy was like needles, precisely piercing through Shi Shaojian's protective aura.

Shi Shaojian froze abruptly, his face turning deathly pale. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Shi Jian's expression couldn't hold back any longer.

Uncle Nine: "Senior Brother, it seems your son isn't all that great either. He'll need to practice cooking more."

"You flatter me, Senior Uncle."

Ye Yan clasped his hands in refusal, not as an apology, but because, little brother, you really still need to practice.