I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Shi Jian frowned, his mind filled with doubt:

When did Lin Jiu, who was always second best, teach such a brilliant disciple?

Looking at the invitation in his hand, he saw that it was made of exquisite material with subtle gold flowing between the patterns, indicating that it was not something that ordinary people could obtain. No wonder there were layers of soldiers guarding the entrance.

The two of them were delayed for a moment.

The flying zombie behind him suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a ghostly light. It had actually developed intelligence, and the corpse energy around its body was now refined and contained, showing that it was no ordinary creature.

Shi Jian snorted coldly: "Fine, lest I be accused of bullying the weak. My son's skills are inferior, not even as good as your Lin Jiu's disciple. Let's drop this matter."

Ye Yan stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with eagerness: "Senior Uncle, I wonder if your lightning power can deal with zombies?"

He secretly weighed the situation in his mind: the royal flying zombie in front of him already had a dual form, and he wanted to see if Shi Jian's lightning could withstand it.

After all, although this Grandmaster Bo's lightning was fierce, in the original story it was caught by his uncle with his bare hands, which shows that the two were only slightly different in strength.

Moreover, Shi Jian later died from the rebound of the Bagua Formation, which occurred in a single move.

Because of the fear of pain, my aggression has been maximized.

Shi Jian's face darkened, and he sneered, "Good lad, since you've spoken up, then don't blame me."

Lightning crackled in Shi Jian's palm, and his entire body seemed to be enveloped in lightning. He unleashed a Thunder Palm strike straight at the top of the head of the royal flying zombie!

The tables and chairs inside the Taoist temple vibrated and hummed, and the power of lightning crackled and exploded in the air.

Shi Jian was always ruthless in his attacks, and the Thunder Palm was his signature move. Back then, he was invincible in Maoshan with this move, and it was the power of his lightning magic that made him the senior disciple.

The flying zombie neither dodged nor evaded, taking the blow head-on.

Lightning exploded on its body, crackling and popping.

Shi Jian's smile froze as soon as it appeared on his lips.

The flying zombie remained completely still, not even a single hair on its head was singed.

That body, nurtured by Ye Yan with countless evil energies, was no longer susceptible to damage from ordinary lightning.

"That's it?" Ye Yan stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his lips.

Shi Jian's face darkened, and he unleashed both palms, causing lightning to surge!

This time he used all his strength, and the lightning, like a dragon emerging from the sea, crashed towards the flying zombie with a deafening roar.

The flying zombie finally moved.

Its body swayed, and the corpse energy around it surged out like an ink tide, instantly engulfing the lightning.

The corpse energy was so thick it was almost tangible, carrying a power comparable to the Thunderclap Palm, and it pressed back!

Shi Jian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stepped back three paces in quick succession.

The flying zombies relentlessly pursued, their corpse energy transforming into sharp claws, aiming straight for the face.

Shi Jian retreated again.

The flying zombies chased after them again.

On his third retreat, Shi Jian's back slammed into a pillar, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

"Can we reconcile now!" Shi Jian shouted.

"sure."

Ye Yan raised his hand, and the flying zombie stopped in mid-air, its corpse energy slowly receding.

Shi Jian let out a long breath, wiped away his cold sweat, and said with a wry smile, "The younger generation has the talent; I've lost."

Ye Yan clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone sincere: "Master Uncle's Thunder Palm is indeed powerful, but your defense and movement techniques really need some work."

Shi Jian's face darkened.

He only ever used lightning magic in his cultivation, never touching anything else.

Fighting relies entirely on striking first and killing the opponent instantly; if you can't kill them instantly, you run away.

Today was a disaster. I couldn't be hit by lightning, and I couldn't outrun a zombie. I was almost chased and beaten up by one.

Uncle Nine stood beside him, holding a teacup, his lips twitching as he struggled to suppress a laugh.

Si Mu burst out laughing: "Senior Brother, your imbalance in your studies is too severe!"

Shi Jian glared at him, his old face turning red.

"But, Senior Brother, your lightning magic has indeed improved again. You're truly amazing, I admire you."

"Alas, the successor to the Heavenly Queen of Maoshan has been found. The patriarch no longer needs to worry."

"Are you sure this kid is really the hope of Maoshan, or just some random nobody from some Maoshan sect?"

Everyone watched as Ye Yan, who had only recently crossed the threshold and hadn't yet consolidated his power, continued to refine hundreds of zombies. The scene was truly spectacular, far too bizarre and unorthodox.

After the exchange, everyone sighed, realizing that Lin Fengjiao had taught an extraordinary disciple.

Uncle Nine: "Senior Brother, don't be so vengeful. Losing is losing. Let's put aside our entanglements for now. There's a zombie that's even more dangerous. And since there's no lunar eclipse recently, we can't kill it. That's why we need your help."

Shi Jian's expression relaxed considerably, but he was also thinking about how his junior brother's personality was different. He keenly sensed that his personality traits had become less repressed, which was due to Ye Yan's influence.

Shi Jian took the things handed to him by Uncle Jiu, looked at them over and over, and his face grew increasingly grim.

"You mean these are zombies created by foreigners using hormones? And Western vampires, and those flying zombies too?"

Shi Jian frowned, his tone filled with disbelief.

So that's why the lightning magic wasn't very effective against foreign vampires.

Shi Jian settled on this reason in his mind: it wasn't that he lacked the necessary skills, but rather that the approaches of the East and West were incompatible.

Ye Yan nodded: "That's right, it's this zombie."

He had already refined the scientist's corpse into a zombie, and had almost finished researching the remaining hormone components, so he simply injected them all into his own body in one go, and also had the foreigners in town make a few portions.

Ye Yan began to explain the scientific principles behind it, spouting off a whole bunch of things like adrenaline, cell activity, and gene mutation.

The Taoist priests of Maoshan were completely bewildered and looked at each other in confusion.

The terms "Angis" and "spirochete" never appeared in Maoshan classics.

I cultivate immortality.

This isn't a modern urban fantasy cultivation story, is it?!

Shi Jian got a headache listening to this and waved his hand, "Nephew, alright, alright, why don't you just perform for us?"

Why bother with all those technical explanations? I can't understand them anyway. Let's just get straight to the real skills.

Ye Yan took out the prepared equipment, pressed a white zombie that was suppressed by a corpse-suppressing talisman onto the platform, removed the talisman, and injected a strengthening agent directly into it.

The white zombie went berserk instantly, its body convulsing and veins bulging.

Ye Yan increased the dosage of this medicine several times over, making its effects equivalent to the power of two Nintendos.

The white zombie became ferocious and instinctively wanted to pounce on the living person to suck blood. However, when it looked up and saw a row of Maoshan Taoist priests standing neatly opposite it, looking menacing, it stopped in its tracks, jumped back a step, and observed them warily for a full ten minutes.

"As expected, it's not afraid of the sun." Shi Jian squinted. "Then let's test the power of lightning magic."

Lightning flashed in his palm as he unleashed a thunderous palm strike.

The white zombie was blasted backward by the lightning, its body charred black. After struggling for a few moments, it collapsed to the ground and could no longer get up.

Ye Yan's experiment clearly concluded that not every zombie can mutate to the point of being immune to Taoist magic like Nintendo.

Even a regular white zombie, slightly enhanced, was still blasted into dust by lightning magic.

Shi Jian stared at the vial of medicine: "What kind of chemical composition is this? It's so potent."

Ye Yan casually replied, "I'm just using other people's academic achievements. I might as well win a Nobel Prize in Chemistry sometime."

Ren Tingting, standing to the side: "..."

Zhu Zhu, who returned from studying in the United States: "..."

The two exchanged a glance; both being international students, they naturally understood the significance of academic achievements.

But would the Nobel Prize accept this kind of research?

Shi Jian didn't mind: "Fine, this material is good. Although I don't understand the principles, it can be used by my fellow disciples who drive corpses."

Si Mu waved his hands repeatedly: "Senior Brother, please don't give me this potion. I'm really afraid my client will turn into Nintendo and harm others."

The other Taoist priests echoed this sentiment, saying they couldn't learn how to make such a potion. What if they created a few Nintendo-level zombies that could be controlled by someone?

Shi Jian snorted coldly, his expression not very pleasant.

They're all so honest.

Only Ye Yan is somewhat better.

Ye Yan turned and handed the potion to Shi Shaojian, smiling as he said, "Senior brother, want some? It's pretty easy to use, and it feels great."

Shi Shaojian's lips twitched, and he took a step back.

"Go ahead and hit me, junior brother. I'm not going to try. I'm afraid of dying."

Under the stunned gazes of everyone, Ye Yan directly injected the hormone into his arm.

Shi Shaojian's eyelids twitched; this junior brother was truly no ordinary person.

He's a genius.

Uncle Nine waved his hand dismissively, "Fellow disciples, he was born this way, it's normal. Right now, let's deal with Nintendo first."

Shi Jian nodded: "Alright, let's set up the corpse-luring formation then."

Ye Yan continued injecting himself with medicine, the liquid in the syringe flowing into his veins, his eyes growing increasingly deep.

Shi Shaojian felt a chill run down his spine. He quietly took a few steps back and hid behind an old locust tree, only peeking out with half his head sticking out.

His senior brother is becoming more and more inhuman; who knows if he'll lose control later.

On the other side, Shi Jian, Uncle Jiu, Simu, Master Wang, Qianhe and others had already set up their formation.

Uncle Nine looked around and spoke up, "Senior Brother, what kind of formation do you think would be suitable?"

That's an excuse to save face.

Uncle Nine knew that his fellow disciples were now looking up to him mostly because of Ye Yan.

He cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Set up the Heavenly Gang Corpse-Attracting Formation. This formation is based on the Heavenly Gang star position and draws in the Yin energy of the earth's veins. The core of the formation can lock down the energy within a radius of a hundred feet. No matter how powerful the zombie is, it will be nailed to the spot and unable to move."

Uncle Nine nodded, and Four Eyes also showed an expression of agreement.

The Maoshan group quickly took their positions.

Shi Jian stood at the center of the formation, with Uncle Jiu on the left and Si Mu on the right. Qian He and Master Wang each guarded one side. The Maoshan disciples, holding their magical implements, formed a formation in the night, each with a solemn expression.

Shi Jian made hand seals and chanted incantations, and faint lightning flashed from his fingertips.

He incorporated Nintendo's birth date and time into the incantation, using himself as bait, and the sound waves mixed with true energy spread in all directions.

A moment later, a deep roar came from afar.

Nintendo is here.

The zombie leaped into the air, its figure tracing an arc in the moonlight before crashing down into the formation.

Ye Yan observed this and thought it resembled a shikigami summoned by a spirit medium.

Moreover, Shi Jian clearly practiced more than just the Thunderclap Palm; his Corpse-Drawing Technique was truly impressive.

After landing, Nintendo looked left and right, as if trying to figure out who was calling it.

When its murky gaze locked onto Shi Jian.

It erupted instantly.

Before Shi Jian could react, a large, iron-like hand had already grabbed his neck.

Nintendo clenched his other hand into a fist and delivered a brutal punch to the face.

The punches landed squarely, making loud thuds. Shi Jian was so badly beaten that he saw stars, and his Taoist hat flew off.

"You bastard!"

Shi Jian struggled to form a hand seal, but a punch shoved into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the rest of his words.

Uncle Nine and Four Eyes attacked simultaneously, wielding peach wood swords and talismans, but Nintendo, enraged, ignored them completely, rendering their attacks futile.

In just a few breaths, Shi Jian had been beaten black and blue, looking utterly pathetic.

Ye Yan is right.

He is truly high in offense but low in defense.