Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

With a rumble and a whoosh, large raindrops fell in an instant.

The three hurriedly ran towards a dilapidated temple.

The man at the head wiped his face, smiled at the young man behind him, and said.

"The rain on the mountain stops as soon as the clouds pass."

Zhang Yan nodded in response, turned his head to glance at the middle-aged man behind him, and said with a smile.

"Uncle Liu, are you sure that man-eating worm is on this mountain?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Liu did not reply, but simply nodded blankly before silently entering the dilapidated temple.

According to the man surnamed Liu who was in charge, his child was lost after the tiger attack, and he became taciturn after that.

"Brother Zhang, come in quickly, let's start a fire to warm ourselves up."

The man was already used to Uncle Liu's dullness and invited Zhang Yan into the temple to warm himself by the fire.

The dilapidated temple had partially collapsed, and the clay Buddha statues were badly damaged, as if they had been broken and then pieced back together.

Zhang Yan accepted a commission from Liu Family Village to kill a tiger on the mountain, and these two were just to guide him.

Three months ago, a tiger appeared on the mountain and attacked people. Liujia Village originally made a living by collecting medicinal herbs, but with this tiger, the village lost its livelihood.

In order to make a living, the village chief gathered everyone together and pooled their money to hire a swordsman to kill the tiger. The matter went smoothly, and the swordsman accepted the commission and went up the mountain to kill the tiger.

But not long after, another tiger appeared. This tiger was even more ferocious and came straight down the mountain. Many people in the village died. The swordsman went up the mountain again, but never came down again.

Later, the village chief invited many more talented people, but they all disappeared without a trace once they entered the mountains.

After warming themselves by the fire for a while, the man at the head of the group, surnamed Liu, turned his head and said.

"Uncle, do you think the old village chief will give Brother Zhang a few dollars?"

Uncle Liu kept his head down, ignoring the young man, seemingly lost in thought.

"Three dollars, one dollar was given as a deposit."

Zhang Yan chuckled as he unloaded the broadsword from his back and placed it on his knees.

"Pah, what a rip-off! They only pay three dollars for a job that puts you in your wits' end."

The man surnamed Liu spat out a mouthful of phlegm and said through gritted teeth.

Zhang Yan remained unmoved and continued to ask.

When was the last time you did this kind of work?

"Huh? What, when?"

The man surnamed Liu was somewhat bewildered by Zhang Yan's question.

"Tell me, when was the last time you robbed someone and killed them?"

As Zhang Yan spoke, he kicked the campfire.

Bang!

A burning piece of wood shot up and flew straight toward the man surnamed Liu's chest.

Then, Zhang Yan leaped up and slashed at the man's neck with his sword.

Busy and tiring.

The man surnamed Liu's head rolled to the side, and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

He walked straight to the headless corpse and stared at it intently.

There was not a drop of blood flowing from his neck, and the musket at his waist was already tattered and broken.

"What the hell?"

Zhang Yan retreated warily, gripping the broadsword in his hand tightly.

Zhang Yan traveled back to the Republican era and spent a few years wandering around with the old man. He saw many kinds of street performances, but this was the first time he had ever seen something so bizarre.

"Hehe, Brother Zhang, when did you realize something was wrong?"

Uncle Liu, who had retreated into the shadows, somehow obtained the head of the man surnamed Liu.

The man surnamed Liu had dark eyes and spoke as he opened and closed his lips.

Zhang Yan's heart was in turmoil, but his hand remained steady on the knife.

The original owner had been training his muscles and bones with the old man since childhood. It wasn't until Zhang Yan transmigrated that the old man started teaching him some real techniques, and Zhang Yan clearly felt the increase in his qi and blood.

"Old man, what else are you hiding from me?"

Zhang Yan held a knife in one hand and let the other hang down, his fingertips touching the leather pouch at his waist.

Then he raised his drooping hand, opened it, and continued speaking.

"This is what you used when you were alive, isn't it? What are you now, living corpses or ghouls?"

A bullet casing covered in dirt lay on his palm, and a yellow talisman was held between his index and middle fingers.

After the old man disappeared without a trace, he left him with very little: a wooden plaque and a yellow talisman, nothing more.

Upon seeing the yellow talisman, the man surnamed Liu looked on in astonishment.

Swish swish!

Three blades flashed, and the headless corpse was cut into several pieces.

Teng!

The talisman on the broadsword burst into green flames and then turned to ashes.

"Aaaaah! You've ruined my body! I'll skin you alive!"

The man surnamed Liu's head flew towards Zhang Yan. He opened his mouth and spewed out black corpse poison.

Just now.

The wooden plaque in his hand trembled slightly, and a white light screen appeared, instantly separating the poisonous fog.

In an instant, the old man's words rang in his ears.

"When a person's vital energy is raised to a certain level, even ghosts are afraid of him. Kid, practice hard."

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yan bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the blade, and then swung the blade backhand to cleave the head.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and essence, and clearly felt the loss of vital energy.

With a "plop," the head split in two, and black blood splattered all over the ground.

"Ahhhh!"

A chilling howl rang out, followed by a wisp of black smoke emerging from the scattered corpses and flying into the Buddha statue.

"not good!"

Zhang Yan's expression changed as he saw a dark, ghostly hand hurtling towards his chest.

With a bang, a white light screen rose up, and Zhang Yan was sent flying back. He did a somersault in the air and landed steadily.

"Ow~"

At that moment, accompanied by a tiger's roar from the mountains, the doors and windows of the dilapidated temple rattled, and faint footsteps could be heard.

Uncle Liu seemed not to hear him and began repeating a sentence.

"Have you seen my child? My child is missing."

"Have you seen my child...?"

Zhang Yan stared at Uncle Liu's distorted face, his knife remaining perfectly still.

"Old man, we don't know if it's a human or a ghost coming. This is not good."

At this moment, Uncle Liu's eyes suddenly turned pitch black, and his words changed.

"Tell me, did you steal my child? It must have been you!"

His two ghostly claws moved forward, leaving two afterimages, and viciously grabbed at Zhang Yan's chest.

Zhang Yan had only time to draw his sword across his chest, then smashed through the window and fell outside the temple.

He rolled on the spot and out of the corner of his eye saw two people, one tall and one short, enter the temple, both dressed in Taoist robes. He shouted inside.

“Something inside is rather strange, gentlemen. I’ll take my leave first.”

Zhang Yan turned around and walked down the mountain.

If it had just been a person who went in, this warning would have been more than enough.

As soon as the two entered the dilapidated temple, they both looked up and glanced at the distorted Buddha statue.

“Master, that kid who just slipped out was quite skilled. Even without knowing how to circulate qi, he held his own against two opponents and even killed one of the ghosts.”

The tall man, with squinty eyes and somewhat disheveled hair, showed no fear upon seeing the corpses scattered on the ground and the ferocious-looking Uncle Liu, commenting with an relaxed expression.

"Alas, when a nation is about to perish, demons run rampant."

The old Taoist priest sighed and said to the tall man.

"Zhiwei, let's control this ghost first and wait for the main character."

"As for the person who just escaped, he has a protective magic weapon on him. As long as he doesn't confront that beast head-on, he'll have no problem getting down the mountain."

"Yes, master."

Zhang Zhiwei responded to his master and slapped Uncle Liu twice as he attacked.

With two sharp cracking sounds, Uncle Liu's two ghostly claws snapped off, and his body flew backward.

Then, golden threads emerged from between Zhang Zhiwei's two fingers, and with a casual wave of his hand, the golden threads bound Uncle Liu tightly in mid-air.

The old Taoist's eyelids twitched. Along the way, this unfilial disciple's cultivation had improved a lot, but his temperament really gave his master no peace of mind.

As Uncle Liu landed with a "thud," Zhang Yan was also knocked away by the tiger.

"Damn it, what bad luck."

Zhang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, picked up the broken knife, and ran back...

Why are you back again?

Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, and said in a somewhat teasing tone.

"Well, I ran into someone even tougher, and since I couldn't beat them, I ran back."

Zhang Yan was taken aback. Seeing that they were friends rather than enemies, he didn't hide anything.

"Zhiwei, don't be unreasonable!"

Upon hearing the name the old Taoist priest called out, Zhang Yan was startled and then gave his own name.

"My name is Zhang Yan, a wandering swordsman. I greet you two Taoist masters."

Zhang Zhiwei stood up, performed a Taoist salute, and began to speak.

“Zhang Zhiwei of Longhu Mountain, this is my master, Zhang Tianshi.”

In Zhang Yan's eyes, these two people finally matched the image in his mind.

So this is the world of "Under One Person".

The tall Zhang Zhiwei in front of us is the one who will later be recognized as the most outstanding person in the world of supernatural beings.

This old Taoist priest, Zhang Jingqing, is now the Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, and one of the leaders of the righteous path.

"This humble one, Zhang Yan, pays his respects to Celestial Master Zhang!"

"Greetings, Master Zhang!"