190: Shocked, they actually did this to a female zombie!

A chilling wind, so cold it seemed to freeze the very bone marrow, swept low across the ground.

Lin Fan and Zhang Dabao swallowed hard.

They both turned their heads at the same time, and what they saw scared them senseless.

That person was standing there quietly.

Yes, standing.

Her body was ramrod straight, and her palace dress moved without a breeze. Her face was still captivatingly beautiful, but her eyes were terrifyingly hollow.

“Holy crap, Lin Boy, this… this woman came back to life?!”

Zhang Dabao’s plump face was now as white as a freshly steamed bun. He slightly hid behind Lin Fan, only peeking out half his head, his voice trembling.

“What the hell is this, if not a reanimated corpse?!”

A reanimated corpse?

Lin Fan’s heart was also in turmoil, but as a cultivator of Immortality, his insights were different.

The thing in front of him had not a trace of living Yang Qi; instead, it exuded a strong Yin-Sha Qi.

Just as the two of them were filled with doubt and alarm, the female corpse moved.

Her movements were very stiff.

Like a Puppet on strings, she slowly, segment by segment, raised her pale hand and pointed it remotely at Lin Fan.

Then, a hoarse voice slowly emanated from her throat.

“Give… me… back…”

“Give you back a big-headed ghost!”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dabao immediately bristled. He didn’t know where he got the courage, but he yelled back at the top of his lungs.

“You old hag, you’ve been dead for thousands of years and still can’t rest! Hurry up and lie back down for this Daoist Master!”

The female corpse seemed to be enraged by his words, and two points of crimson light suddenly lit up in her hollow eyes.

She instantly transformed into an afterimage and shot towards the two of them!

“Not good!”

Lin Fan’s expression changed drastically. He shoved Zhang Dabao, who was still in a daze, aside.

“Human Path!”

The female corpse met him head-on, without dodging.

“Bang!”

Lin Fan’s body retreated rapidly.

So strong!

The strength of this female corpse had definitely reached the Martial Venerable realm! Moreover, she was even more bizarre and difficult to deal with than an ordinary Martial Venerable!

“Lin Boy, are you alright?!” Zhang Dabao scrambled to his feet and helped him up, his face filled with anxiety.

“I’m not dead.”

Lin Fan gritted his teeth.

He had already expended most of his magical power in the great battle with the Martial Venerable Puppet. Now, responding to the attack in haste, he couldn’t unleash his full strength.

As for Zhang Dabao, that kid was just a silver-plated spearhead; all his treasures had been used up when fighting the iron lump earlier.

With one side weakened and the other strengthened, the two of them were actually being suppressed by the female corpse!

“Scratch—!”

The female corpse’s fingernails were as sharp as knives, easily tearing open Zhang Dabao’s clothes on his chest, leaving five deep, bone-visible gashes.

“Holy crap! It hurts this Daoist Master to death!” Zhang Dabao let out a pig-like howl, grimacing in pain.

“Lin Boy, what should we do?! If this continues, both of us will die here today!”

Lin Fan was also extremely anxious.

While desperately dodging the female corpse’s attacks, he frantically called out to his omnipotent Master in his heart.

But, there was no response.

Just as he was about to despair.

A voice, so familiar it couldn’t be more so, directly echoed deep within his Divine Soul.

“I say, kid, are you stupid?”

It was Revered Master!

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan almost burst into tears on the spot, his heart filled with ecstasy!

“Revered Master! You finally paid attention to me! Quick! Help me! This thing is too evil!”

“What a prospect.”

Lu Yuchen’s voice was full of disdain.

“Just a newly reanimated zombie, and it scares you like this? My face is about to be completely shamed by you.”

Zombie?

Lin Fan was startled; this was the first time he had heard this term.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, on a certain ice river in the Northern Domain.

Lu Yuchen was leisurely fishing, lounging on a grandmaster’s chair he had acquired from who-knows-where, with his legs crossed.

Beside him, Nanny was hugging a hand warmer larger than her head. Her small face was red from the cold, and she was exhaling white mist, also staring intently at her fishing float.

Before Lu Yuchen’s eyes, a System light screen, visible only to him, was clearly broadcasting the battle on Lin Fan’s side.

“Host, are you really not going to intervene?” The System’s cold, mechanical voice sounded, “With your current cultivation, tearing the Void Realm is but a flick of the finger. With one slap, that zombie probably wouldn’t even leave a speck of dust behind.”

“What do you know?” Lu Yuchen curled his lips, “What is this called? This is called tempering!”

“Besides, why refuse an actor who delivers himself to your door? It just so happens that he can cooperate with me to put on a big show.”

He looked at the disheveled Lin Fan in the light screen, a smile on his face.

“Brat, you want your Revered Master to make a move? No way.”

“Today, let your Master give you a good lesson.”

With a thought, he once again transmitted his voice to Lin Fan, who was in dire straits:

“That thing is called a zombie. It is not bound by the Five Elements, nor does it belong to the Three Realms. It is impervious to blades and spears, and unharmed by water and fire.”

“However, it’s not without weaknesses.”

“This thing fears glutinous rice, peach wood swords, and even more… lightning!”

“Didn’t you learn dozens of Sect Spells at the wu cheng stone before? There’s one called ‘Palm Thunder’; use it and show your Master.”

Palm Thunder?

Lin Fan remembered upon hearing this.

Before the wu cheng stone, during his Epiphany, he had indeed comprehended such an Immortal Spell related to lightning.

“Damn it, I’ll risk it!”

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, forcibly suppressing the churning Qi and blood within his body, and with an aerial palm strike, he attacked the female zombie who was entangled with Zhang Dabao!

“Palm Thunder!”

A furious roar.

A faint purple electric arc flashed out from his palm.

That electric arc, seemingly weak, contained a terrifying power of supreme Yang Qi, as if it could purify all impurities in the world!

“Boom!”

The purple lightning struck the female zombie’s chest directly!

“Roar—!”

A shrill cry erupted from the female zombie’s mouth.

Her chest, which was originally impervious to blades and spears, was actually blasted open by that tiny purple lightning, leaving a charred hole the size of a bowl!

Streams of black Qi emanated from the hole.

Effective!

It really worked!

Lin Fan was overjoyed.

“Daoist priest! Peach wood sword! Do you have a peach wood sword?!” He remembered his Master’s other instruction and yelled at Zhang Dabao at the top of his lungs.

“Peach wood sword?” Zhang Dabao was startled, not quite reacting, “What do you want that for?”

Though he didn’t understand, he still pulled out a short peach wood sword, already polished to a lustrous sheen from his storage ring, and threw it over.

“Here! Catch!”

Lin Fan took the peach wood sword and once again charged towards the heavily wounded female zombie.

The female zombie also seemed to sense the danger, and for the first time, fear appeared in her hollow eyes.

She no longer wished to fight, abandoning Zhang Dabao directly. She transformed into a wisp of black Qi and frantically fled out of the tomb chamber.

“Give… me… back… the bead…”

“I… remember… you…”

That hoarse voice, filled with endless resentment, echoed within the tomb chamber.

She seemed to understand what was happening to her current half-human, half-ghost state.

…

After the female zombie’s aura had completely disappeared, Lin Fan finally let out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the ground and gasping for breath.

Zhang Dabao also approached with lingering fear, his small eyes filled with curiosity and shock.

“Lin Boy, you… that move you just used, the ability to conjure lightning from your palm, what kind of demonic Spell was that? It’s too damn powerful!”

“A Legacy from my Master, not worth mentioning.” Lin Fan grinned, deliberately being mysterious.

After a short rest, neither dared to stay in this place any longer. They supported each other and left this eerie Ancient Tomb.

…

On the ice river.

“Ding!”

A crisp ringing sound.

Nanny’s fishing float suddenly sank!

“Oh! Master! Fish! A fish is on the hook!” The little girl’s face turned red with excitement, and she grabbed the fishing rod, ready to pull it up.

“Hey! Don’t rush!”

Lu Yuchen’s eyes darted around, and he rushed over in a flash, pressing down on Nanny’s small hand.

“Nanny, the essence of fishing lies in the word ‘play’.”

He spoke solemnly, spouting nonsense, “Look, when the fish struggles in the water, if you forcefully pull it up, not only is the fishing line likely to break, but the texture of the fish meat will also worsen.”

“How about… letting your Master help you play with the fish? I guarantee I’ll play out a plump and tender big fish for you!”

Nanny nodded, half-understanding, and obediently handed over the fishing rod.

Lu Yuchen took the fishing rod, feeling the heavy pull, and a smile of “everything is under control” appeared on his face.

He looked at his own fishing float, which was still motionless, and chuckled inwardly.

Just kidding.

If he couldn’t catch one himself, couldn’t he just take his disciple’s?

This, truly, was what you called profound Master-disciple affection.