Chapter Twenty: Attracting a Daoist Master—I Am an Elder of the One Yang Sect!

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However, Qin Feng quickly realized a very practical problem.

That was how to deal with these eighteen zombies.

Taking them all away at once would surely cause a huge commotion due to their number.

Leaving them here was not an option either—before dawn, the police would definitely arrive.

He had killed so many people and allowed many to escape.

Those who fled must have already reported it to the authorities.

After much contemplation,

Qin Feng could think of no better solution.

Finally, feeling helpless, he took a lighter from one of the bodyguards.

He then searched and collected all the cash from their bodies.

After gathering the eighteen zombies together, he set them all ablaze.

Since he couldn't take them along, this was the only way to handle the situation.

Eighteen zombies were nothing; as long as he lived, he could continuously recruit more zombie followers.

Keeping them here would cause a huge disturbance, attracting Daoist masters, which would be counterproductive.

After watching the bodies burn, Qin Feng intended to jump off the rooftop and leave the villa.

But looking at his current appearance, he felt it was somewhat inappropriate.

So,

he stepped down from the rooftop and went to the third floor of the villa.

Entering one of the rooms,

he opened a wardrobe.

Inside, there were plenty of clothes.

He took out a baseball cap and put it on.

With this, his zombie-like appearance would be less noticeable.

Just as he was about to leave,

he noticed on the living room coffee table a pack of cigarettes, a pair of sunglasses, and a mask.

An idea struck him.

He immediately put on the mask and sunglasses.

He also grabbed the cigarettes.

Then he found a mirror and took a look.

Good. Now no one could tell he was a zombie.

...

After leaving the villa,

taking advantage of the solitude, Qin Feng lowered the mask a bit, revealing his mouth.

He took out a cigarette and lit it.

Taking a deep drag,

the taste was quite decent.

If the Daoist disciples saw this, they would surely go mad.

A zombie walking like a human was one thing, but smoking too?

On the way to the Sanqing Temple courtyard,

Qin Feng had already put the mask back on.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked amidst the bustling crowd.

Many passersby glanced at him.

After all, someone dressed like Qin Feng was quite rare.

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But they only looked briefly and paid no further attention.

Previously, he would have been surrounded by onlookers.

Walking ahead, Qin Feng suddenly sensed a strong and profound aura.

This aura was heading straight toward him.

From experience, the owner of this aura must be a powerful Daoist disciple.

"Damn, it must be attracted by the corpse aura on me!"

Qin Feng furrowed his brows, his expression darkening, and he quickened his pace.

His aunt had told him earlier.

Humans have human energy.

Ghosts have ghost energy.

Corpses have corpse energy.

Daoist disciples can track targets by sensing these energies.

Although the city was crowded and full of mixed energies, the close distance still allowed Daoist disciples to detect the corpse aura on him.

No mistake.

This person was definitely drawn by the corpse aura.

He dared not run.

Since he had been targeted, running would look guilty.

"I have to think of a way to lose him."

Qin Feng grew anxious.

The aura was even stronger than that of an elder from the One Yang Sect, likely reaching mid to late Spiritual Realm.

Mid-level he could contend with.

But if it was late Spiritual Realm, the opponent’s spells would be difficult to counter.

Before he could devise a plan,

the man accelerated and caught up with him.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

A loud voice came from behind.

Judging by the tone, the man was probably around thirty, still relatively young.

Summoning courage, Qin Feng turned around.

Sure enough, it was a middle-aged man clad in Daoist robes.

His face was fair and smooth, looking refined and gentle.

However, his sharp eyes looked at Qin Feng with deep suspicion.

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask what brings you here?"

Qin Feng spoke clearly, though his heart was uneasy.

"Are you an elder of the One Yang Sect? The corpse aura on you is heavy.

You have no human energy left. If not for seeing you walk and talk, I'd have thought you were a zombie."

The middle-aged man’s tone was serious, clearly doubting Qin Feng’s identity.

Not a zombie.

But with such a heavy corpse aura, he must be an evil cultivator practicing forbidden arts.

As far as he knew,

some evil cultivators practiced forbidden arts that transformed themselves into neither human nor ghost monsters to gain great power.

If not for Qin Feng wearing the One Yang Sect’s elder robe, he would have attacked already.

The One Yang Sect had a good relationship with his own sect.

He didn’t want to act rashly before understanding the situation.

It would be disastrous to ruin relations between the two sects.

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"Fellow Daoist? Why aren’t you speaking? Are you unwell?"

The middle-aged man’s eyes immediately grew alert.

He took a slight step back with his right foot, ready to spring into action.

His left hand reached for the Soul Seizing Bell at his waist.

"I am indeed an elder of the One Yang Sect," Qin Feng nodded.

His mind raced rapidly.

After becoming a zombie, he found his mind sharper than before.

Not only did he have an eidetic memory and quick learning ability, but his thinking had become exceptionally clear and flexible.

After a pause,

Qin Feng said, "To be honest, I was injured by a zombie and infected with corpse poison. My days are numbered.

My hands have grown claws, and fangs have sprouted at my mouth.

If not for my profound cultivation, which temporarily suppresses the poison, I would have already turned."

"I have heard that zombies have appeared in Songshan City.

I heard your One Yang Sect sent an elder and several disciples,

but the entire group was wiped out. That elder must be you, right?" The man looked at Qin Feng with admiration.

"Alas, it is indeed me," Qin Feng sighed, his voice mournful and resolute.

"As a Daoist disciple, my greatest dream was to become a general of the Daoist order and a vanguard against demons.

From the moment I joined the Daoist order, I swore before the Sanqing Patriarch to fight demons and evil spirits for life.

In my earlier years, I slew hundreds of demons and dozens of evil spirits, countless undead fell before my peach wood sword.

But alas, pitiable, lamentable, and tragic,

I will never have the chance to contribute to the Daoist order or my sect again.

Fellow Daoist, you have come just in time. I was planning to find a secluded place to end it all.

Why not grant me a quick death? To die by your hand would be my honor."

"Very well!" the man agreed immediately.

"What? He actually agreed?" Qin Feng was stunned.

Why wasn’t he playing by the usual script?

Shouldn’t he have sympathized, saying there was still hope and not to give up?

"But fellow Daoist..." the man suddenly changed tone, "I have received news that a rare treasure has appeared in the northern suburbs of Songshan City.

It is a millennium-old ginseng with the power to revive the dead and cure all diseases.

If we can obtain it, it might dispel the corpse poison in your body.

Since your mind is still clear, why not join me to try?

If we succeed, we split the ginseng half and half.

If not, I will send you off myself."

The man solemnly extended the invitation.

Qin Feng opened his mouth, about to refuse.

But thinking of his severely injured aunt, he immediately nodded in agreement.

If she could take the millennium ginseng, her wounds would surely heal quickly.

Besides, the man already believed his identity; traveling together should not pose much problem.

If danger arose, he could always escape early.