Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

"Yeah, you're letting him off so easily?"

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng were getting anxious.

"What? You think you're in charge of this house?"

Uncle Nine's eyes widened.

"That's right, we're in charge!"

Qiu Sheng nodded hurriedly, but when he saw Uncle Jiu's murderous gaze, he immediately cowered.

"We'll make the decision, you decide!"

Helpless, Qiu Sheng could only find a jar placed on the ground in a corner.

"promise!!"

He then reluctantly handed the jar in his hand to Maoshan Ming.

"Thank you, Uncle Jiu! Thank you, Daoist Ling Yanyan!!"

Mao Shanming held the jar and repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

"The seal inside will automatically break if you drop it on the ground!"

Ling Yanyan said something.

"Alright, alright, then I won't bother you any longer. Farewell, farewell!"

Mao Shanming nodded repeatedly, then left with a conflicted expression, clutching the jar.

"Damn it, why is it that when humans and ghosts clash, it's always the humans who get tricked!"

"Exactly! Why can't people see ghosts, but ghosts can't see people?"

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng watched Mao Shanming leave, feeling indignant!

"You guys don't know this? Rubbing your eyes with pomelo leaves will make you see ghosts, and rubbing soot from the bottom of a pot all over your body will make you invisible to ghosts!"

Upon hearing their conversation, Ao Ningshuang helplessly began to explain.

Upon hearing this, the two exchanged a glance and their eyes lit up.

Having gotten to know each other, the two of them unanimously came up with a plan.

"Be careful tonight, it'll be troublesome if bandits come to steal our companions!"

Uncle Nine glared at the two boys, then prepared to return to the ancestral hall!

Of course, he wasn't going to sleep; he was going to see the gift Wencai had given him.

"Wait a minute, senior brother, I have something to tell you."

Ling Yanyan and Ao Ningshuang followed!

"Oh right, Uncle-Master, I completely forgot, this is my birthday present for you!"

The three arrived at the ancestral hall, and Ao Ningshuang quickly took out a blood-red ink block from her storage ring.

"Ning Shuang, you're too kind. How can I accept your gifts as a guest?"

Uncle Nine immediately refused upon hearing this.

"Take it, Uncle-Master, it's just a small token of my appreciation!"

Ao Ningshuang handed the ink block to Uncle Jiu with a smile.

Uncle Nine was helpless after hearing this.

"But speaking of which, what kind of blood is this ink block made of? Why does it feel like it has such a powerful force to suppress evil?"

Uncle Nine was puzzled.

"Inside is a 300-year-old chicken spirit that my father encountered when he was in the Western Regions."

After killing it, they used its blood essence to make ten ink blocks!

Ao Ningshuang gave an explanation.

"What? A three-hundred-year-old Kun Jing?"

Ling Yanyan was immediately surprised.

This strength must be at least at the level of a half-step demon king, right?

"Hiss, nephew, this thing is too valuable! How can I accept it!" Uncle Jiu immediately refused.

This thing would be of great use even to a celestial master!

After all, chicken bouillon is a rare find.

And it's a 300-year-old rooster essence!

"I still have some here, Uncle-Master, you can take them. If necessary, you can give my father something else nice when he turns fifty!"

Ao Ningshuang spoke with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu stopped refusing.

"Sigh, it's not easy to find something better than this!"

Uncle Nine was both amused and exasperated.

"Haha, then Uncle-Master, just make me some good wine, my father will definitely like it! I'm going to sleep now, Brother Ling Yanyan, goodbye Uncle-Master!"

After saying this with a smile, Ao Ningshuang left the ancestral hall to wash up and go to bed.

After all, her father often said that staying up late is bad for your health.

"Senior Brother Fan, where's the lightning-struck wood Wencai gave you? Let me see it!" Ling Yanyan asked as Ao Ningshuang left.

Uncle Nine was taken aback, but then he suddenly remembered Ling Yan Yan's terrifying talent for refining weapons, and immediately realized that he probably saw some good materials and was going to study them.

Perhaps it can improve Ling Yanyan's weapon-refining skills.

"Junior brother, what level has your weapon refining skill reached now? It should at least be at the low-grade Earth rank, right?"