Chapter 47: Even Better Than My Own Performance—Feng Yang Deeply Discouraged

Qin Feng paid no attention to Feng Yang. Instead, he focused all his energy on casting the spell.

The attack of the Shattered Mountain Finger was already before him, less than a centimeter away.

At this critical moment—

“Shattered Mountain Finger!” Qin Feng shouted explosively, pointing his finger forward.

His life depended on this one chance.

If successful, his power would undergo a revolutionary transformation, even his very life form would change.

For throughout history, no zombie had ever been able to wield Taoist magic.

“Whoosh!”

In an instant, Qin Feng felt the riotous corpse energy surging within him.

For a moment, a great mass of corpse energy condensed at his fingertip, then was unleashed.

“Boom!”

Accompanied by an explosion, black and white lights collided fiercely.

The overwhelming force from such close proximity sent Qin Feng flying several meters back.

Yet his hair armor absorbed all the damage.

He remained unharmed.

At that moment, silence fell completely.

The scene seemed frozen; time appeared to halt or numbly devour every second.

The air thickened with a solidified aura.

Feng Yang, Wufeng, Daoist Baihe, the Peach Tree Demon, and Mu Ruxue all widened their eyes, staring in disbelief at what had just transpired.

After a brief silence, Qin Feng erupted into ecstatic cheers.

“Roar!”

His deafening zombie roar echoed through the forest.

“It worked! It really worked! Who says zombies can’t cast spells!”

Qin Feng howled to the heavens, releasing the excitement within.

Being able to cast spells meant that, with his photographic memory, he could quickly master many Taoist techniques.

Coincidentally, his aunt had inherited the teachings of the Infinite Celestial Master, who himself had secretly learned the supreme skills of various sects.

Though even without the Infinite Celestial Master's inheritance, it didn’t matter.

With his perfect memory, was he afraid of not finding spells to learn?

As long as someone performed a spell before him once, he could remember and master it swiftly.

“Slap!”

Feng Yang slapped his own face hard.

His expression dazed, speech stumbling, “A zo—zombie actually cast a spell… I… I’m not dreaming… This is all real.”

“Heavens!”

Wufeng shouted in disbelief.

“It really cast it… this…”

Daoist Baihe took a deep breath, unsure how to express his feelings.

“It succeeded! It actually succeeded! A zombie can cast top-tier Taoist spells!”

The Peach Tree Demon breathed heavily, gazing at Qin Feng with profound reverence, secretly rejoicing that following Qin Feng had been such a wise choice.

As long as Qin Feng lived, he would absolutely dominate the realms of Yin and Yang in the future.

This was a prodigious zombie capable of wielding the highest Taoist arts.

“Feng Yang, huh? You’ve been arrogant for too long; now it’s my turn!”

Qin Feng leapt into the air.

His right pinky finger lightly flicked.

A black beam of light shot swiftly toward Feng Yang.

This was the Soul Severing Finger from the Three Pure Ones’ Calamity Finger technique.

It attacked the soul, killing invisibly.

“No!”

Feng Yang's pupils contracted; he rapidly evaded using the Steps of the Big Dipper formation.

“Shattered Mountain Finger!”

Qin Feng pointed again.

“Whoosh!”

Another black light sped toward Feng Yang.

“Vein Sealing Finger!”

Qin Feng continued, pointing one after another.

With abundant corpse energy inside, he was unconcerned about consumption.

After unleashing four fingers in succession, Qin Feng felt only a tenth of his corpse energy was used.

Meaning he could still release thirty-six more fingers.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Zombies have no mana; how can they cast spells?”

While dodging, Feng Yang sank into an unresolvable confusion.

He simply couldn’t understand how a zombie could wield magic.

Each Taoist spell was passed down by revered Taoist deities.

Mana was used to communicate with them.

Steps and hand seals connected heaven and earth.

Zombies were rejected by heaven and earth; how could they connect with them?

Good and evil cannot coexist; how could corpse energy replace mana to communicate with Taoist gods?

It made no sense—absolutely none!

Everything was in chaos!

This world was completely turned upside down!

“Feng Yang, don’t just stand there, fight back!”

Wufeng shouted anxiously.

If they didn’t kill this zombie now, it would only become harder next time.

He realized that every time this zombie escaped alive, its power and abilities changed dramatically.

This time was even more severe.

It could now wield Taoist magic.

What would be next time?

Could it possibly cast celestial magic directly?

Feng Yang snapped back to his senses, dispelling his doubts, and said to Wufeng, “Don’t rush; this zombie has used the Three Pure Ones’ Calamity Finger thrice in a row. Its corpse energy must be nearly exhausted. Once it runs out, it’s still doomed.”

“Heh, you’re so sure I’m out of corpse energy?”

Qin Feng sneered and continued casting the Three Pure Ones’ Calamity Finger.

He had to admit, this move was too effective, much like the Six Meridians Divine Sword in dramas.

Just poke with fingers at a distance.

Only, Feng Yang’s agility and reflexes were excellent; he evaded every strike.

If this continued, even if Qin Feng cast the Calamity Finger a hundred or a thousand times, Feng Yang could endure it.

“I can cast with my right hand; I wonder if my left hand can do it too,” Qin Feng thought silently.

Then, he tried again, cautiously pointing a finger at Feng Yang.

“Whoosh!”

The Shattered Mountain Finger shot out.

To his surprise, it succeeded, with power equal to the right hand’s.

So, Qin Feng began using both hands, sealing off Feng Yang’s movements.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

His fingers fired like a machine gun.

Feng Yang’s scalp tingled from the relentless assault.

A long-forgotten fear rose within him.

This prodigious zombie was even stronger than himself, using both hands to attack simultaneously.

These were his own spells!

He had painstakingly cultivated them for years, yet this newcomer had just stolen them.

Moreover, the Calamity Finger consumed vast mana; corpse energy must be equally draining.

Yet this prodigious zombie’s corpse energy seemed inexhaustible.

Having cast more than ten fingers, there was no sign of fatigue.

Feng Yang felt his blood surge, his mind reeling.

He wanted to vomit blood.

This was the crushing blow that nearly shattered his Taoist heart.

As the heir to the Heavenly Master Sect of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, he was gifted and favored.

He believed no one but the top prodigy disciples surpassed him.

Yet now, he was inferior even to a zombie.

How could he accept this?

But even more shocking was what happened next.

Qin Feng not only used both hands, but with each hand, he simultaneously unleashed three types of the Calamity Finger:

Soul Severing Finger, Shattered Mountain Finger, and Vein Sealing Finger.

That made six attacks at once.

Six attacks sealed off six directions around Feng Yang.

At the same time, Qin Feng pointed again.

Another six attacks came.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yang was surrounded by the Three Pure Ones’ Calamity Finger barrage.

Such terrifying skill was beyond even his master, a top-tier Heavenly Master.

“Run!”

Feng Yang shouted, pulling out a Thousand-Mile Swift Talisman, sticking it to his hand.

He flipped his hands upside down and turned to flee.

Though using his hands, his speed was no slower than running.

He looked like Ouyang Feng practicing the Nine Yin Manual backward.

“This guy actually speaks true — he really is walking on his hands!”

Qin Feng gave a wry smile.

Usually such words were just talk, but unexpectedly, Feng Yang was earnest about it.