Chapter Fourteen: The Zombie in the Taoist Robe!

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Quickly, the blood of the One Yang Sect’s steward was completely drained.

“Hoo!”

Qin Feng exhaled a breath of corpse energy.

He felt a warm, soothing sensation all over his body, as if soaking in a hot spring.

His overall strength had once again increased.

Unfortunately, his realm had not advanced; he was still in the early stage of the Corpse Leap.

But he was very close to reaching the mid-stage of the Corpse Leap.

He estimated that if he drained the blood of one more Taoist disciple, he could break through to the mid-stage.

He realized that after reaching the Corpse Leap, the amount of blood required was much greater than before.

Previously, draining the blood of a One Yang Sect steward would have allowed him to leap forward two or three realms at least.

“Aunt, are you alright?”

Qin Feng discarded the corpse and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, asking with concern.

“I’m fine, but you, Feng’er, can actually speak now.

And you’re not even afraid of the Divine Weapon Purge Talisman.”

Mu Ruxue couldn’t help but appraise Qin Feng from head to toe.

“Your demonic abilities make even your aunt want to study you carefully.”

“If you want, I can let you study me, hehe.”

Qin Feng grinned broadly.

But the smile was somewhat eerie.

“Better not. Your aunt probably won’t figure out anything useful.”

Mu Ruxue extended her fair right hand and carefully smoothed Qin Feng’s messy hair.

“Feng’er, you don’t blame me for turning you into a corpse, do you?”

“No, if it weren’t for you giving me the Corpse King Inner Core, I wouldn’t even have the chance to become a corpse.

This is better than being just a dead body.

Except for my appearance, I’m pretty much the same as before, only much stronger.

Speaking of the Corpse King Inner Core, Aunt, do you think these abilities I have now are because of it?”

Qin Feng looked at Mu Ruxue as he asked.

Besides the Corpse King Inner Core, he couldn’t think of any other explanation.

“Definitely not.

The Corpse King Inner Core only accelerates your corpse transformation.

Even the Corpse King himself isn’t as capable as you.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been killed and his Core obtained by me.”

Mu Ruxue said with absolute certainty.

Although the Corpse King was formidable, he couldn’t nullify talisman paper or even consume it.

“Then what is going on?”

Qin Feng furrowed his brow.

He had thought it was the Corpse King Inner Core’s doing, but apparently not.

“I’m also puzzled.

From what I know, only the Human-Spirit Zombies among the corpses can move freely and possess intelligence when weak.

But you are not a Human-Spirit Zombie; you’re an ordinary corpse.

Yet the abilities you’re showing are far from ordinary.”

Mu Ruxue said.

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“Hoo!!”

While they spoke, the One Yang Sect steward whose blood had been drained suddenly stood up straight from the ground.

“See? He transformed into a corpse so quickly—this isn’t something an ordinary corpse can do.

Even the Flying Zombie or Copper Armor Zombie can’t achieve this.

Moreover, he obeys your commands; even the Golden Armor Zombie lacks this ability.”

Mu Ruxue said again.

“Forget it, if we can’t figure it out, we won’t. These abilities aren’t a bad thing anyway.”

Qin Feng said.

“Mm, yes.”

Mu Ruxue nodded in agreement.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked awkwardly at Qin Feng.

“Feng’er, why don’t you wear the One Yang Sect steward’s clothes?”

“Huh?”

Qin Feng’s face darkened when he looked down.

His clothes and pants had rotted into rags without him realizing it, losing even the most basic modesty.

Just thinking about how he had fought alongside his aunt in that state made him extremely embarrassed.

He quickly called over the steward, stripped him of his clothes, and put on the Taoist robe.

It fit perfectly.

From a distance, one might have thought he was a Taoist priest.

But up close, it was a horrifying corpse.

With sharp fangs and long, slender claws.

“Feng’er, we need to leave here and return to the city.

My master has a courtyard there and has given me the key.

We can go there, and you can bring these zombies with you.

The city is crowded with mixed energies, so it’s easier to evade the One Yang Sect’s pursuit.

Also, I can teach you some martial arts there.

Once you master them, you can seek revenge on those who killed you.”

Mu Ruxue carefully buttoned Qin Feng’s inner shirt and tidied his Taoist robe.

She looked like a young wife tending to her husband.

Qin Feng looked down at his aunt, who was half a head shorter than him, and breathed in her pleasant fragrance, feeling at ease.

“All right, Aunt, I’ll listen to everything you say.”

Qin Feng nodded firmly.

Being able to speak now made communication so much easier.

No longer did he have to rely on writing.

Soon after, Qin Feng led seven zombies, following Mu Ruxue toward the city.

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He hopped ahead, with the seven zombies lining up behind him.

Mu Ruxue sat on Qin Feng’s outstretched hands.

This was Qin Feng’s request.

His aunt had internal injuries and had just fought the steward of the One Yang Sect hard.

He wanted her to rest as much as possible.

At first, Mu Ruxue was reluctant, but she couldn’t refuse Qin Feng and shyly agreed.

“Aunt, do you think zombies can perform magic?”

Qin Feng asked while hopping, chatting with Mu Ruxue.

“No way.

If zombies could perform magic, what would Taoist priests be for?

That’s unrealistic—more absurd than the sun rising in the west.”

Mu Ruxue answered resolutely.

“All right.”

Qin Feng felt a bit disappointed.

He had hoped to learn a spell or two from his aunt.

Wearing a Taoist robe and wielding magic—just imagining it was exciting.

Anyone who saw him would surely be impressed.

But on reflection, it really wasn’t possible.

He was a corpse, not human.

When he was human, his aunt had tried to teach him some self-defense moves, but he refused.

Now he couldn’t even learn if he wanted to.

“Aunt, you’re twenty-five this year, right? Is there someone you like at the White Cloud Temple?”

Qin Feng chatted casually with Mu Ruxue.

“No.”

She shook her head.

“Well, surely many people like you.”

Qin Feng said.

She was so beautiful and had such a figure; she must have many suitors.

“Hmm, there are many, but I like none of them.”

Mu Ruxue admitted.

As they talked, they soon left the forest and reached the asphalt road of the southern outskirts of Songshan City.

It was a remote area and three in the morning; there were no people or vehicles on the road.

This made it convenient for Qin Feng to travel with seven zombies.

If there were many people, eight zombies hopping along the road would surely cause a commotion.

“Feng’er, once we reach the city, you must control your zombies well.

Make sure they don’t bite or suck blood from anyone; otherwise, it will cause huge trouble.”

Mu Ruxue reminded Qin Feng.

“All right, Aunt.”

Qin Feng nodded firmly.

Without his orders, his seven zombie brothers wouldn’t even move, let alone bite anyone.