Uncle Nine: I became Master Qianhe, and my fame resounded throughout the Daoist sect.

"This is a mortuary. Why don't we rest here tonight?" Chizuru asked, seeing his hesitation.

“A mortuary?” Vice Minister Wu pondered for a moment, but the Seventy-First Prince said, “Let’s rest here. What Master Qianhe said is also true. We are now carrying a bronze horn and a golden coffin, which will attract a lot of attention.”

He didn't have any particular feelings about the mortuary.

In comparison, he felt that the inn was more dangerous.

After all, the bronze horn and golden coffin here are sure to attract attention.

If they were drugged, they'd be in deep trouble in the middle of the night.

“Well, since the Seventy-First Prince and Daoist Qianhe have both said so, then let’s do it that way.” Minister Wu wasn’t stupid; he could figure that out as well, and immediately nodded.

"Alright, get ready and come in later!" Chizuru said, then walked in without looking back.

He wanted to be the first to exterminate this Yin-Yang Corpse.

Since they have already become Yin-Yang corpses, there is absolutely no need for them to remain in the world.

Upon seeing Qianhe leave, Minister Wu immediately ordered his men to keep watch on the surroundings.

The three skilled guards stood by, protecting the seventy-first prince.

This is their boss.

Whether or not he pays a salary depends entirely on how he pays it later.

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Upon entering the mortuary, Chizuru witnessed a group of corpses being brutally beaten by Yin-Yang Corpse Sand Tongtian.

The scene was horrific, with severed limbs and broken arms; it was utterly outrageous.

Some zombie hands were forcibly torn off, and some zombie feet were forcibly pulled off.

However, these corpses only groaned and did not scream.

However, these corpses were a truly gruesome sight, beaten beyond recognition, and completely unrecognizable as corpses.

"Holy crap, this is terrible!"

The four people from the east, west, south, and north entered and saw the scene inside.

Seeing these corpses beaten like this, I really want to say that even the dead get beaten.

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"Oh dear, Grandpa, all the uncles and elders have been beaten like this, what should we do?" A sweet, soft, and sweet voice rang out, like a nightingale singing in a valley.

Master Jin sighed helplessly, "I'm powerless to help either; these zombies are just too terrifying!"

He was truly at a loss.

After all, he was already over seventy years old, and the zombie was strange and evil, making it difficult for him to fight it off.

Unlike Maoshan, whose powerful backers could not invite their founder and grandmaster to help them, the Qingwei Sect did not have such strong backing.

Maoshan is truly ruthless; they have a patriarch above and senior uncles below, and they can invite anyone they want.

But the Qingwei Sect didn't have that, and now their granddaughter and granddaughter are truly in deep trouble.

If they wait until all the corpses in their mortuary are beaten into immobility, then they're finished too.

Seeing her two granddaughters so frightened, Chizuru glanced at the one named Sweetie and found her rather adorable.

However, Chizuru didn't think much of it and walked in with a measured gait.

"No problem, I'll help you guys in this peak match!"

Chizuru's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the entire mortuary.

Upon hearing the voice, the grandfather and grandson turned around and saw Qianhe, dressed in a red Taoist robe, with a small mustache and an upright expression, stride in.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the grandfather and grandson exchanged bewildered glances, not recognizing him. However, before they could even ask, the Yin-Yang Corpse opposite them had already disposed of all the corpses in the mortuary and then pounced on the grandfather and grandson without hesitation.

"what!"

Sweetie let out a startled cry.

Upon seeing this, Daoist Qianhe rushed over and kicked the Yin-Yang Corpse, sending it flying.

After landing, the Yin-Yang Corpse looked at Chizuru with eyes blazing with fury.

Seeing the Yin-Yang Corpse in such a state, Qianhe sneered, "Arrogant! With me, Zhong Fabai, here, how dare you attack an unarmed little girl? You deserve to die!"

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As she spoke, Chizuru tossed the lightning-struck peach wood sword from her system inventory.

The imposing, century-old lightning-struck peach wood sword shone like a dazzling bolt of lightning, radiating a light that sent chills down one's spine.

Yin Yang Corpse Sha Tongtian also sensed this powerful aura. He glanced at it and saw Qianhe leaping towards him like a bird.

Upon seeing this, Sha Tongtian immediately rushed forward and pounced on Qianhe.

He wouldn't go head-to-head with him.

Without fear, Chizuru, wielding a century-old lightning-struck peach wood sword, charged towards the Yin-Yang Corpse like a tiger descending a mountain.

The lightning-struck wood shone brightly.

"Zizi..."

The century-old lightning-struck peach wood sword, like an indestructible blade, instantly pierced the Yin-Yang Corpse's chest and began to corrode it frantically.

"Roar."

Yin Yang Corpse Sand Tongtian felt an unprecedented pain and immediately let out a deafening roar.

Chizuru swiftly drew her century-old lightning-struck peach wood sword, preparing to unleash her magical attacks once more.

Seeing this, Yin Yang Corpse Sha Tongtian nimbly dodged to the side, then stretched out his hands, revealing his sharp nails, and pounced on Daoist Qianhe like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

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