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So once he gets out, Ren Weiyong will definitely take the coffin with him.

Ideally, one should be able to refine this coffin into one's own natal magic weapon, just like the cultivators in Han Li's world.

Zhang Sanfeng: "Mr. Ren, why does your coffin look so shiny black?"

Ren Weiyong: "After twenty years of erosion by Yin energy, the material of this coffin has mutated! It's now much harder than wood!"

Ren Weiyong: "@Han Li, Doctor Han, when you get your hands on the technique for refining magical artifacts, remember to share it. I want to try and see if I can refine this coffin into a magical artifact too!"

Han Li: "No problem! Once I get my hands on this cultivation technique, I'll definitely share it in the group!"

At this point, the entire coffin had been hoisted up, and Uncle Nine was preparing to open it.

So Uncle Nine said to everyone present, "Ren Gong's might has been revealed once again. Those born in the years of the Rooster and the Ox, please turn around and leave!"

Just as everyone was beginning to move aside as Uncle Nine had instructed, a voice suddenly rang in their ears: "Those whose names contain the characters 'Feng' or 'Jiao', please turn around and move aside!"

Upon hearing this voice, Uncle Nine's face darkened.

You might as well just call me out by name!

"Who is this expert joking with me, Lin Jiu? Please show yourself!"

Uncle Nine looked around, but found no clues.

Just then, a young man standing beside the tomb said tremblingly, "Uncle Nine, the voice... the voice seems to be coming from inside the coffin!"

"Don't make jokes like that at a time like this!" Ren Fa frowned as he looked at the young man who had spoken.

Hearing Ren Fa's reprimand, the young man couldn't help but look aggrieved.

At this moment, a middle-aged man next to the young man spoke up: "Master Ren, I also heard what sounded like a sound coming from inside a coffin! I just thought I misheard, but who would have thought..."

Seeing that the two men's expressions didn't seem to be lying, Uncle Nine frowned, quickly walked to the coffin, and carefully examined it.

Upon inspection, Uncle Nine discovered the problem.

At first, when Uncle Nine saw the black coffin, he thought it was just black paint on the coffin.

Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that the entire coffin was naturally black, giving it a jade-like texture.

Although the Ren family is wealthy, they are not wealthy enough to carve such a large piece of jade into a coffin!

"Mr. Ren, what was the material of Old Master Ren's coffin?" Uncle Nine turned to look at Ren Fa and asked.

After thinking for a moment, Ren Fa replied, "Golden Phoebe wood! What's wrong, Uncle Jiu? Is there something wrong with this coffin?"

Uncle Nine looked at the coffin in front of him and couldn't see any trace of Phoebe zhennan wood at all!

“There’s nothing wrong with the coffin!” Uncle Nine said to Ren Fa. “The problem might be with the person inside the coffin!”

Upon hearing Uncle Nine's words, Ren Fa was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

Uncle Nine reached out and tapped on the coffin. The sound was very crisp, unlike the sound that wood would make when struck.

Just then, an impatient voice came from inside the coffin: "What are you banging on? We're not receiving guests today!"

Uncle Nine was startled by the sound.

This time, everyone around heard it clearly; the sound was indeed coming from inside the coffin.

Master Ren looked at Uncle Jiu with a face full of horror: "Uncle Jiu, what's going on? Why is someone talking inside my father's coffin?"

Uncle Nine is also a bit confused.

The coffin was intact, with no signs of being pried open.

Moreover, they had just dug out this coffin. Even if some tomb raiders somehow managed to survive and fall into the coffin, they would have suffocated underground!

Uncle Nine didn't even consider Ren Weiyong's words about turning into a zombie.

Ren Weiyong has only been dead for twenty years. Even if he had turned into a zombie, it would be impossible for him to refine his throat bone and speak human language so quickly.

A talking zombie must be a golden-armored zombie with at least five hundred years of cultivation.

"Everyone back off!" Uncle Nine instructed everyone to retreat to a distance.

Although Uncle Nine doesn't know what's going on with the coffin, it's always right to ask the people to step back a bit.

However, these people were also quite cunning; they had already quietly moved away from the coffin before Uncle Nine could speak.

Only Ren Fa and his daughter, Wen Cai, and Qiu Sheng remained with Uncle Jiu.

Even Ren Tingting's cousin, Awei, had run to a distance early on to observe the situation.

"Uncle Jiu, what happened to my father's coffin?" Ren Fa asked, following his uncle Jiu.

While examining the magical artifacts and talismans, Uncle Nine said to Ren Fa, "Master Ren, I'm not entirely sure about the situation either! You should take Miss Ren and go somewhere further away to avoid any danger!"

Then he said to Qiusheng and Wencai, "Qiusheng, Wencai, you two protect everyone!"

Seeing Uncle Nine's serious expression, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai stopped fooling around and obediently retreated with Ren Fa and his daughter to a place far away from the coffin.

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Watching Qiu Sheng and the others walk away into the distance, Uncle Jiu took the magic artifacts and talismans and walked back towards the coffin.

In the live stream, everyone couldn't help but laugh at Uncle Nine's reaction.

Zhang Chulan: "It seems Mr. Ren gave Uncle Jiu quite a fright just now!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Not only was Master Lin Jiu startled, but everyone around was startled."

Group owner Xiao Shan: "Speaking of which, these onlookers reacted pretty quickly! They retreated to a relatively safe place before Uncle Jiu could warn them!"

Zhang Chulan: "Mr. Ren, are you going to suddenly jump out later and scare Uncle Jiu again?"

Ren Weiyong: "Let's forget about it! Although I'm now a silver-armored corpse, and with the protection of Yin energy, I should be able to appear in the sunlight, I'm afraid that if I scare Uncle Jiu again, he'll lose his temper! After all, Uncle Jiu is a man who cares about his reputation!"

Uncle Nine approached the coffin again and said, "Senior, please show yourself!"

"Uncle Jiu, I'm right here in front of you!" Ren Weiyong's voice came from inside the coffin. "But I'm a zombie now, so it's not convenient for me to appear in the sunlight!"

Upon hearing Ren Weiyong say that he was a zombie, Uncle Nine frowned. "Senior, so you really are Ren Weiyong, Old Master Ren?"

"Of course! Otherwise, why would I be in this coffin?" Ren Weiyong said with a smile. "If you don't believe me, let my son Ren Fa listen carefully and see if this voice is his father's!"

Uncle Nine asked incredulously, "Grandpa Ren, you've only been dead for twenty years. Even if you became a zombie, it's impossible for you to regain your memories so quickly and be able to speak human language!"

"Perhaps I have a special talent that makes me more suited to being a zombie!" Ren Weiyong said with a half-smile.

Upon hearing Ren Weiyong's words, Uncle Jiu did not readily believe him.

Because Uncle Nine knew very well that any demon or monster with self-awareness was extremely cunning.

Never easily believe what they say.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the idiom "full of lies"!

"So, Master Ren, what level of strength have you reached now?" Uncle Nine asked cautiously.

"I'm a silver-armored corpse now!"

As he spoke, an overwhelming aura emanated from the coffin, heading straight for Uncle Nine.

Feeling this imposing aura, Uncle Nine's expression changed.

Back then, Uncle Nine, along with the elders of the Maoshan Sect, suppressed a silver-armored corpse. The aura emanating from that silver-armored corpse was almost identical to that of the one before us.

However, the silver-armored corpse at that time had only just begun to awaken its consciousness and could not speak yet.

Even so, it took the entire Maoshan Sect to suppress that silver-armored corpse.

This old master is clearly more ferocious than the silver-armored corpse from before; I alone am definitely no match for him!

Just as Uncle Nine was wondering what he should do, Ren Weiyong withdrew the imposing aura he was exuding.

Uncle Nine felt the pressure on his body dissipate instantly and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that this old master really meant no harm, otherwise, if he had rushed out of the coffin, I would have had no chance of winning!

"So, Mr. Ren, what are your plans now? Should I have someone rebury you?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Ren Weiyong laughed and said, "My son finally dug me out, and you're going to bury me again? Wouldn't that be a waste of my son's good intentions?"

"Uncle Jiu! Don't be too nervous, I have no interest in drinking blood!"

After a moment's hesitation, Ren Weiyong continued, "Uncle Jiu, I'd like to make a deal with you. What do you think?"

"What kind of deal? Old Master Ren, just tell me!" Uncle Nine was intrigued by the deal Ren Weiyong proposed.

He couldn't imagine what he had that would make the other person interested.

Ren Weiyong chuckled and said, "Uncle Jiu, I'd like to learn some Taoist arts. I wonder if you could teach me?"

“As long as you teach me Taoist arts, I promise not to harm any living beings! I can even go with you to the mortuary and be under your surveillance.”

"And if there's anything you can't handle, I can help you if the conditions are right!"

Uncle Jiu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he heard what Ren Weiyong said.

Aren't you afraid that if you, a zombie, learn Taoist magic, you'll hurt yourself before you can hurt others?

Uncle Nine said somewhat speechlessly, "Grandpa Ren, it's not that I don't want to teach you, but according to the rules of our Maoshan Sect, if I want to teach you Maoshan Taoist magic, I must report to the current Maoshan Sect Leader and let the Sect Leader make the decision!"

"Moreover, your situation is rather special..."

Uncle Nine himself couldn't believe that a zombie wanted to learn Taoist arts, and he didn't know how to tell the sect leader about it.

Ren Weiyong expressed his understanding: "It's alright, teach me the Taoist techniques that aren't from the Maoshan Sect first! Uncle Jiu, you've been cultivating outside for so many years. You must have learned a lot of Taoist techniques that aren't from the Maoshan Sect!"

Uncle Jiu was speechless. He hadn't expected that Old Master Ren was really not picky at all!

During his years of traveling, he did indeed learn some Taoist techniques that were not from the Maoshan School.

However, most of these Taoist techniques are evil and heretical spells.

These Taoist arts are inherently against the natural order. If Old Master Ren, that zombie, were to learn them, who knows what kind of trouble he would cause!

So Uncle Nine said very seriously, "Old Master Ren, I have indeed learned some magic that is not orthodox Maoshan magic, but they are all evil magic, and I cannot teach them to you! If you really want to learn orthodox Maoshan magic, I will go back and report to my sect, and I will give you an answer soon."

“Sure, I have the time!” Ren Weiyong said nonchalantly. “I can’t go back to the Ren family now, so I’ll just go with you to your mortuary to stay for now!”

Uncle Nine naturally wouldn't refuse Ren Weiyong's request.

Although Ren Weiyong doesn't seem to pose any threat now, Uncle Jiu still feels more at ease keeping him by his side!

So Uncle Nine went to tell Ren Fa to send someone to deliver the coffin to the mortuary.

Ren Fa looked at the coffin with some concern and asked, "Uncle Jiu, are you sure everything is alright?"

"No problem!" Uncle Nine said with a smile. "Mr. Ren, please come to the mortuary with Miss Ren tonight. I have something important to discuss with you!"

Ren Fa looked at Uncle Jiu with some doubt: "Important matter?"

Seeing that Uncle Jiu didn't respond, he nodded and said, "Okay! I'll bring Tingting over tonight!"

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That evening, Ren Fa and his daughter arrived at the mortuary.

When Ren Fa saw Ren Weiyong emerge from the coffin and drink tea at the mortuary, he was so frightened he almost fainted.

After Uncle Nine's explanation and Ren Weiyong's recounting of some embarrassing stories from Ren Fa's childhood that others didn't know, Ren Fa finally believed that the zombie in front of him was his father!

After seeing his father come back to life, Ren Fa naturally wanted to take him back to the mortuary.

However, Ren Weiyong declined, saying he preferred the atmosphere of the mortuary.

Seeing that Ren Weiyong insisted, Ren Fa naturally had no choice.

However, Ren Weiyong still gave Ren Fa some of the production techniques for modern items that he had obtained from Zhang Chulan, so that Ren Fa could make money, recruit soldiers, and have some self-protection capabilities in this chaotic world.

On the same day, Uncle Nine sent a message on a paper crane to the Maoshan Sect, explaining the situation he had encountered that day and Ren Weiyong's desire to learn Taoist arts.

Next, we just have to wait for a reply from the Maoshan Sect.

Because Ren Weiyong now lives in the mortuary, his granddaughter Ren Tingting naturally visits him and chats with him whenever she has free time.

On this day, Ren Weiyong was sitting in the courtyard of the mortuary, basking in the sun.

Ren Tingting was massaging his shoulders, and Ren Weiyong looked like he was enjoying it.

"Grandpa, have you really turned into a zombie?" Ren Tingting asked curiously.