Chapter 60: It Makes Perfect Sense That Zombies Aren't Afraid of Talismans, You Traitorous Master!

"Shut your crow's mouth. Just a furry corpse and a bunch of hopping corpses—with your master's power, I can wipe them out with absolute ease."

With that, the middle-aged Daoist pulled out a smartphone and tapped on the camera. "Hold this and record a video. Watch how your master handles them.

With this footage, how can our sect fail to prosper?

By then, I will make both the mortal realm and the netherworld tremble in awe before me!!"

"..."

The beautiful female Daoist sighed and took the phone.

"Wicked beasts, prepare to meet your doom!!"

Wielding a peach wood sword, the middle-aged Daoist tipped off his toes and lunged straight at Qin Feng.

"Courting death!"

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.

"A zombie can speak?"

The middle-aged Daoist's pupils contracted, and then he burst into laughter. "Good, good, wonderful! Only at the mid-stage of a furry corpse, yet it possesses sentience and can speak.

Thank goodness I had the foresight to record this in advance, or no one would ever believe it.

As long as I kill you, I'll achieve lasting fame."

A furry corpse that could speak—what an irresistible gimmick!

"Master, you'd better be careful. Maybe its strength surpasses yours!"

The female Daoist kindly reminded him.

"Crow's mouth!"

The middle-aged Daoist glared angrily and rebuked her.

Instantly, he flicked his right wrist.

Unfurling his swordsmanship, the peach wood sword transformed into overlapping illusions, enclosing Qin Feng entirely.

"Hah!"

Qin Feng expelled a breath of corpse Qi.

With a thought, long claws grew from his fingertips.

Executing the stellar paces, he met the middle-aged Daoist without a shred of fear.

"Stellar stepping?"

The middle-aged Daoist's face twitched.

The next second, he waved his left hand, unexpectedly tossing out a talisman umbrella.

"Boundless heaven and earth, universe lend me your power, decree!"

The middle-aged Daoist gave a low shout.

The talisman umbrella immediately bloomed with golden light, enveloping Qin Feng.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

The golden light rapidly corroded the corpse Qi surrounding Qin Feng.

"Insignificant tricks!"

Qin Feng drew the black peach wood sword strapped to his back.

Corpse Qi surged wildly from his entire body, forming a protective barrier that resisted the golden light while he leaped vertically into the air, reaching a height of seven meters.

"Whoosh!"

He lightly swept his sword-wielding right hand.

The talisman umbrella was instantly cleaved in half.

"What!?"

The middle-aged Daoist's eyes widened in utter shock.

This... this zombie actually knew how to use a weapon, and the weapon was so sharp it could slice his talisman umbrella artifact in half with a single strike?

Yet, realizing that Qin Feng possessed sentience, he quickly understood.

"Such a monstrous zombie. It seems I cannot fight you head-on."

The middle-aged Daoist quickly withdrew his sword, pulled out a yellow talisman, formed hand seals, and began chanting incantations.

Finally, he gave a sharp, low shout: "Heavenly Dipper Righteous Fire!"

In an instant, the yellow talisman in his hand burned.

Yet the flame was not ordinary talisman fire.

It was a cluster of blue fire.

This was the Daoist sect's Heavenly Dipper Righteous Fire, an extremely ferocious flame capable of burning even underwater.

One had to admit, the middle-aged Daoist had a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Go!"

With a forceful toss from the middle-aged Daoist, the Heavenly Dipper Righteous Fire hurtled straight toward Qin Feng.

"You think you're the only one who knows spellcraft?"

Qin Feng smiled with disdain and swiftly produced a yellow talisman.

He formed hand seals, stepped the stellar paces, and chanted an incantation.

At last, he cast the yellow talisman into the sky.

The paper burned.

"Boom!"

A bolt of heavenly lightning descended from the heavens, striking the Heavenly Dipper Righteous Fire.

The flames were extinguished in an instant.

"This... this..."

The middle-aged Daoist stood frozen as if struck by lightning.

Thunder magic?!

This zombie actually executed Daoist thunder magic?!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

"No! I don't believe it! An illusion, it must be an illusion!"

Recovering quickly, the middle-aged Daoist pulled out a corpse-immobilizing talisman.

With a flick of his right hand, the talisman tore through the air.

Qin Feng stood his ground, making no move to dodge.

"He's not even dodging?"

The middle-aged Daoist stared in astonishment, unable to fathom what Qin Feng was up to. Did he want to die?

This was a corpse-immobilizing talisman, after all.

Once immobilized, his life and death would rest entirely in the Daoist's hands.

"Slap!"

Under the middle-aged Daoist's expectant gaze, the talisman landed squarely on Qin Feng's forehead.

"Hahaha, wonderful! Too good! It stuck, and he really didn't dodge!"

The middle-aged Daoist laughed hysterically.

"Oh no!"

Fang Xiaolan's expression shifted drastically. She rushed in front of Qin Feng to shield him, her pale face locked in a fierce snarl. "Old fogey, see if I don't call a thousand men to hack you to pieces!"

There was no other choice.

Big Brother Zombie had been immobilized. Though she could run, where could she escape to?

Without Big Brother Zombie, this old Daoist wouldn't spare her, nor would Granny.

For now, she had to protect Big Brother Zombie and see if he had any chance of breaking free from the talisman's restraint.

Yet, a massive force grabbed her and pulled her behind him.

Looking back, she saw it was none other than Big Brother Zombie, supposedly immobilized by the talisman.

At that very moment, the corpse-immobilizing talisman was currently held in Big Brother Zombie's hand.

"Big Brother Zombie, you..."

Fang Xiaolan was too shocked for words.

So Big Brother Zombie hadn't dodged simply because he wasn't afraid.

To be immune even to a corpse-immobilizing talisman—this was truly monstrous!

"The... the corpse-immobilizing talisman didn't work at all..."

The middle-aged Daoist stared at Qin Feng in terror, feeling his hair stand on end and his spine go numb.

Was... was this fellow really a zombie?

How could such a monstrous zombie exist in this world?

It defied all logic!

"A corpse-immobilizing talisman? Tastes pretty good."

A faint smile played on Qin Feng's lips as he shoved the talisman into his mouth right in front of the middle-aged Daoist.

"What?! He ate the corpse-immobilizing talisman?!"

The middle-aged Daoist's heart shuddered violently as he swallowed hard.

"Dammit! Since the corpse-immobilizing talisman is useless, let's see how you like the Heavenly Dipper Righteous Qi Talisman!"

Refusing to accept defeat, the middle-aged Daoist pulled out a white talisman.

Qin Feng's eyes lit up.

A white talisman?

This was his first time seeing a white talisman.

He wondered if it would work against him.

The middle-aged Daoist wasn't exceptionally strong, making him a perfect subject to test his physical body against.

Even if it worked, he should be able to withstand the damage.

"Whoosh!"

The talisman tore through the air.

Qin Feng quickly reached out and snatched it from the air.

The white talisman had no effect whatsoever, acting just like a scrap piece of paper.

"Looks like white talismans are useless against me too."

Qin Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since white talismans were useless, red, purple, and gold talismans would be equally ineffective.

Without hesitation, Qin Feng popped the white talisman into his mouth and chewed.

It tasted even better than the yellow talisman, containing far more energy.

Higher-tier talismans were indeed different.

"Even the Heavenly Dipper Righteous Qi Talisman was eaten!"

The middle-aged Daoist stared at Qin Feng in disbelief, his voice trembling. "You... why aren't you afraid of talismans?"

"As a zombie, isn't it perfectly reasonable not to fear talismans?"

Qin Feng said with a smiling expression.

Reasonable?

Reasonable my foot!

Daoist talismans were the ultimate reliance when dealing with demons and vengeful ghosts.

Not fearing talismans was equivalent to cutting off one of a Daoist master's arms.

This zombie was far too monstrous; he could not be defeated head-on.

The middle-aged Daoist's eyes darted around.

He wrapped his left hand over his right, formed a sword finger with his right hand, held it before his chest, and began chanting silently.

Then, he stomped his right foot.

With a whoosh, his entire body burrowed straight into the ground.

Only a set of fluttering Daoist robes and undergarments remained, left lying flat on the ground.

"Master!"

The female Daoist recording the video panicked instantly.

She never expected her master to flee so decisively without even giving her a warning.

Bursting into tears, she screamed angrily, "Waaah! You old bastard who always sets up his own disciples, I'll never be your apprentice in my next life!

I curse you to never revive the glory of our sect!"