Chapter 6

Xuankong, with his sharp hearing and solid cultivation, heard the hunter surnamed Nie muttering to himself and almost choked on his own saliva.

"Hmm, surnamed Nie, not bad."

"Hmm, Xiaoxian, this is also good."

Putting the two words together, who else could it be but Nie Xiaoxian? Xuankong had not forgotten the memories of his senior, and naturally, he would not forget this well-known female ghost. A flash of stars appeared before his eyes.

"Nie Xiaoxian, this is Nie Xiaoxian's father..." Squinting his eyes, Xuankong's mind wandered.

Because his daughter had died at the hands of these demons and ghosts, the hunter surnamed Nie had lost his temper and then came to his senses. He retracted his reddened fist and apologized with a forced smile, then continued: "The stars in the mountains are naturally bright, and my night vision is not for nothing."

"By the light of the moon, the female corpse lifted the curtain of the carriage and walked step by step to the beds of the people hiding. I saw clearly that the female corpse had a golden complexion, her forehead wrapped in silk, and she bent down, fiercely sucking the faces of the sleeping merchants."

The hunter surnamed Peng was frightened and dared not continue. The third senior brother asked, "Then what happened after she sucked?"

"They died, all of them." The hunter surnamed Nie clenched his teeth, trying to calm himself down.

The second senior brother drew a deep breath, "This is the work of a zombie."

Xuankong bit his lip; how could he not know it was a zombie? For a moment, he couldn't tell which world he was in. Daoist Yimei, zombies, Nie Xiaoxian, the Laoshan Sect...

He pinched himself to confirm that he was the chief disciple of the Laoshan Sect, not the senior disciple of the Maoshan Sect.

The Laoshan Sect that could grow pears.

A pain in his inner thigh made Xuankong's mind jolt. He vaguely remembered that Pu Songling had written a story about a "zombie transformation" in "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio." Thinking about it, zombies had existed since ancient times, so he must have been overthinking it.

After the story was told, both hunters looked at the old Daoist.

Xuankong took the opportunity to carefully observe the hunter surnamed Nie. Just sitting there, he exuded a dignified and unapproachable aura, befitting a former high official. His face, though not of a noble destiny, was square and slightly refined.

Only such a person could raise a female ghost with the grace of a well-bred lady like Nie Xiaoxian.

Xuankong fantasized in his mind.

He didn't notice that the second junior brother, standing below, was surprised by Xuankong's actions. Although he couldn't understand Xuankong's small excitement, he didn't want to miss the chance to incite Xuankong.

He stepped forward and said solemnly, "Master, as disciples of the Dao, it is our duty to subdue demons and eliminate evil!"

The second senior brother's action surprised the old Daoist. His disciple usually sought benefits and avoided trouble, but today he was acting unusually. Indeed, the second senior brother bowed respectfully to the old Daoist and said:

"Master, I speak rashly, but last night, Senior Brother Xuankong and I talked all night. He deeply regrets the events of the day and hopes Master will show mercy and give Senior Brother Xuankong another chance."

Rash words, of course, they were rash words!

Xuankong looked up at the flying celestial painted on the beam of the Shangqing Hall and thought, "Do you know who I was with last night?" Of course not. If the second senior brother knew that Xuankong had been drinking happily with King Qin Guang last night, he wouldn't dare to make up such nonsense.

He quickly changed his tone, calling Xuankong "Senior Brother" and solidifying his seniority.

"Yes, Master, Senior Brother Xuankong still wants to improve." The third senior brother also reacted and stood up to report. His eyes were mocking, clearly wanting to see Xuankong in an embarrassing situation.

From the hunters' descriptions, the disciples of the Laoshan Sect had already concluded that this zombie was definitely a centuries-old demon.

Just see how Xuankong acts. At less than twenty years old, he's just a young man. If he has the ability, he should go and fight a centuries-old zombie!

The other junior brothers, who were originally unwilling to get involved, couldn't avoid the gazes of the second and third senior brothers and had to stand up to agree with them. After all, Xuankong always acted alone, and no one wanted to form a gang with him.

Offending this unlucky former senior brother could help them form a close relationship with the two senior brothers who were currently in high favor within the sect. This was a win-win situation.

Xuankong smiled, sometimes really not understanding his junior brothers' thoughts.

All of them were cultivators, what was the point of forming gangs?

When the lightning disaster, yin wind, and poison fire came every five hundred years, could they rely on these gangs within the sect? Cultivators should focus on improving their cultivation.

Was Xuankong really bad at socializing?

Even King Qin Guang wouldn't agree.

He just didn't think it was worth it, not worth wasting time on these junior brothers who missed great opportunities and spent their time scheming.

"Wukong... Xuankong, what do you think?" Seeing all the disciples stand up to isolate Xuankong, the old Daoist stopped stroking his long eyebrows, a flash of anger in his eyes.

"I think I should go down the mountain with the two hunters." Xuankong smiled and nodded, ignoring the contemptuous sneers of the two junior brothers behind him. His gaze lingered on the hunters surnamed Nie and Peng, expressing his goodwill.

He was never short of goodwill, towards anyone and any profession.

But, one must know their place and rely on their abilities to earn a living.

As long as one was such a person, they could receive Xuankong's goodwill.

In his previous life, he had already grown tired of the Daoist world. In this life, Xuankong wanted to be a true person, a sincere person towards the world, which was not easy. The hunter surnamed Peng, with his impatient nature, asked, "Daoist Yimei, who is this young man?"

He saw that Xuankong was only about twenty years old, but considering he was a cultivator, he was unsure of how to address him.

The third senior brother couldn't help but laugh and stepped forward to introduce him, "This is our Laoshan Sect's chief disciple, the third generation's chief disciple!"

"Oh, it's Brother Wei." The third senior brother's secular name was Wei, and he had met the hunters a few times while wandering in the mountains, unlike Xuankong, who always stayed in his Yewei Hall in the back of Laoshan, either practicing cultivation techniques or studying spells.

"Brother Wei, why not just call me Brother Wei?" Xuankong held back his laughter, looking at the third senior brother. Of course, in this world, probably no one knew what those blue pills were.

After a while, the third senior brother noticed the anger on the old Daoist's face and quickly pulled the second senior brother. The second senior brother's heart trembled and said, "Indeed, Senior Brother Xuankong wants to contribute to the sect and enhance the reputation of the Laoshan Sect!"

This was not a lie. Xuankong's greatest wish was to one day make the Laoshan Sect the greatest cultivation sect in heaven and earth, and he was willing to work hard for it.