Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

Head-cutting prison...

Zhang Yue finished his cultivation, soaking wet. Everything he had just experienced was still vivid in his mind, and he was still shaken.

At the same time, he felt a chill run down his spine. No wonder Xie Yali wanted someone else to shield her from the Five Hells. He was only cultivating by taking the Longevity Pill, yet he had to face such a terrifying illusion.

Xie Yali's elixir of immortality was ten times more potent than his, so the illusions he experienced must have been far more terrifying.

It seems that he has cultivated some magical power, although it is only a trace. But Zhang Yue is not so sure, so he decided to use an animal to test it.

Zhang Yue concentrated his energy, opened his eyes, and glared at a black cat outside the window.

The mortuary was located in a remote area and often housed corpses, so Uncle Nine and his family kept a cat to keep away rats and prevent the corpses from being eaten by them.

"Meow meow—"

The kitten seemed to have seen something terrifying. It jumped three feet high and ran away without looking back, abandoning even the mouse it had just caught.

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "If we try a few more times, we'll probably succeed."

Zhang Yue thought carefully. The pills she took were not even in the same league as Xie Yali's, so the effects of her cultivation were many times less.

He just used the Eye-Cut Prison spell on the kitten, making it see some frightening images.

"When we get back, we need to cultivate more worm-borne fungi." Zhang Yue glanced down at the test tube in his hand; the mold inside was almost used up.

Unlike Xie Yali, he did not use regeneration fungi to assist in the spell he cast on the kitten.

"Xie Yali wanted to become an immortal, so she needed a huge amount of magical power and regeneration fungi, and therefore consumed a large number of pills."

"Although I don't know if spiritual energy or anything like that exists, it's certain that her place is in the Dharma-ending Age, where it's extremely difficult to cultivate even a trace of magical power..."

"The world I am in now is the world of Uncle Nine. Although spiritual energy may be extremely scarce, Uncle Nine and the others are still able to subdue demons and monsters. This should be the reason why I was able to cultivate magic power on my first attempt."

Zhang Yue glanced at the longevity pill in his hand, and after sensing the faint trace of magical power within his body, he forcibly suppressed the urge to take another one.

The increase in strength is indeed fascinating, no wonder so many fitness enthusiasts in the US like to use veterinary drugs.

But he still held back, after all, it was a heavy metal pill, and if he took too much, he wouldn't be able to metabolize it and could easily die.

Even if you eat a small amount, your body can metabolize a portion of it every day, but chronic poisoning can take many years.

The records of the True Immortal Temple also state that one pill a day is most suitable, two pills a day for frequent use, divided into morning and evening, and that excessive consumption can easily lead to sudden death...

Zhang Yue raised her head and looked at the moon in the sky, which was quite bright.

It seems that Zhang Yue's eyesight has recovered slightly since he practiced the Eye-Scraping Prison technique.

To be precise, it should be the fetal light among his three souls, which was strengthened as he cultivated, and naturally recovered to some extent.

Once Zhang Yue has fully mastered the Eye-Scraping Prison technique, his eyesight should be restored to normal...

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A few more days passed, and finally the auspicious day for Ren's grave relocation arrived. Zhang Yue followed Uncle Jiu and his group to Ren's ancestral grave to take a look.

"This acupoint is called the Dragonfly Skimming Water Acupoint. It is 34 feet long, so only 4 feet are usable..."

Following closely behind were a group of young people responsible for relocating the graves. According to the logic of the ancients, young people have strong fire and yang energy, so these kinds of funeral and grave relocation tasks are usually done by young and strong people.

"Because it's only four feet long..."

"Therefore, the coffin cannot be buried flat; it must be buried according to the proper burial rites—"

Wencai, who was standing nearby, immediately asked, "Master, what is a French funeral? Is it a funeral in France?"

Uncle Nine glared at Wen Cai, "The so-called 'legal burial' is simply burying someone upright..."

For some reason, a joke suddenly popped into Zhang Yue's head: "If the air conditioner is installed vertically, the room will definitely be cold..."

Master Ren stood to the side, utterly impressed, and gave him a thumbs up, saying, "As expected of Uncle Jiu, you're absolutely right."

"That feng shui master said that if the ancestors are buried upright, the descendants will definitely be great."

Uncle Nine glanced at the layer of ash in the grave soil and said meaningfully to Master Ren, "So, is it effective?"

Mr. Ren sighed and shook his head, saying, "Over the past twenty years, our Ren family's business has been getting worse and worse, and even our offspring..."

He married several concubines, but the children either died young or died prematurely. By middle age, he only had one daughter left, Ren Tingting.

Zhang Yue leaned closer to Ren Tingting and whispered, "Miss Ren, Mr. Ren, is your only daughter?"

Ren Tingting nodded gently, "Yes, my younger brothers mostly died shortly after birth, the oldest of whom only lived to be five years old."

Before Zhang Yue could ask anything else, a security captain with glasses and a sleazy, cunning look forced him aside, saying, "Cousin, don't worry, I'll take care of you..."

One glance was all it took for Zhang Yue to know that the sleazy, cunning man with glasses was none other than security captain Awei. With his treacherous appearance, it would be hard not to recognize him.

The Ren family only has one daughter, Ren Tingting. Whoever marries her will naturally inherit the Ren family's wealth, which is why Awei has designs on her…

Mr. Ren and Uncle Jiu were still talking about the land. Mr. Ren said that they bought this land from a feng shui master back then.

But Uncle Nine immediately asked meaningfully, "Was it just bribery? Was there any coercion?"

Mr. Ren chuckled awkwardly a few times...

Uncle Nine continued, "I think that feng shui master has a grudge against you. Snowflakes covering the top are what you call 'dragonfly skimming the water,' and the coffin's head is covered with a layer of cement, so it won't even touch the water..."

"He still has a conscience; he told you to move the grave in twenty years. He harmed one generation but not eighteen generations."

Several strong men began digging, and after digging away the soil, they indeed saw the coffin standing upright, ready for burial.

However, since the coffin was buried upright, it was obviously difficult to pull it out. But the Ren family was prepared. They used a wooden frame to tie a huge, thick rope to the coffin, and then used the power of pulleys to pull the coffin out.

"One, two, three, push!"

"pull--"

A short while later, the coffin was pulled out and placed on the ground.

"Anyone aged 36, 35, 22, or 48, or born in the Year of the Rooster or the Year of the Ox, must turn away and avoid us..."

As soon as the coffin was placed on the ground and opened, strange phenomena appeared around it.

Zhang Yue looked up, and the birds in the woods scattered and flew up from the branches, crying out in fear, as if they had sensed some extremely dangerous atmosphere.

When everyone saw the body of Old Master Ren, they couldn't help but gasp.

Logically speaking, a corpse that has been dead for twenty years should have long since turned into bones.

But at this time, apart from being a little dry and dark, Old Master Ren's body was not much different from when he was alive.

The burly men around them whispered amongst themselves, their eyes displaying various expressions.

Clearly, everyone knew that something was wrong with Old Master Ren's body.

Uncle Nine's expression changed drastically—

Twenty years, stiff but not decayed, this is the rhythm of corpse transformation.