Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

When Zhang Yan saw the tiger demon again, it was already noon the next day.

The villagers of Liujia Village all gathered at the village chief's door, letting out gasps of surprise.

The tiger demon's corpse was indeed terrifyingly large; even though it was dead, timid people dared not get too close.

"Village Chief Liu, I've taken care of the matter for you. You need to settle the final payment now."

Village Chief Liu bowed repeatedly to the two Taoist priests, and upon hearing this, he immediately smiled and said to Zhang Yan.

"Yes, yes, brave sir, the money has already been prepared for you."

As he spoke, Village Chief Liu took out two pieces from his pocket and handed them to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan didn't stand on ceremony and took the money directly, then continued.

"This is the money for killing the tiger. Besides that, have you forgotten anything else?"

Upon hearing this, Old Man Liu thought of Uncle Liu and the other two, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to the three of them.

"Two Taoist priests, this brave man, we were forced into this situation! We didn't want to do this either..."

Seeing the old man kneel down, Zhang Jingqing quickly helped him up and said to Village Chief Liu.

“I know that. My master and I are fine, but we can’t make decisions about this young brother Zhang. Besides, he killed the beast.”

Village Chief Liu hurriedly turned to Zhang Yan and was about to kneel down again, but when he saw Zhang Yan pull out a broken knife from his waist, he collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Yan chuckled, tossed the broken sword to the ground, and spoke.

"I've taken care of what you forgot, so you'll have to pay extra!"

"Here's what you'll do: find someone quick and efficient to skin the tiger and take it away with me. That will be my wages."

Upon hearing this, everyone around breathed a sigh of relief.

Village Chief Liu called over his eldest son, Liu Zhu, and began to peel off the tiger skin in front of everyone.

Liu Zhu was very skilled; with one cut, he didn't damage any muscles or flesh, but the more he peeled, the more alarmed he became.

Apart from its broken limbs, the tiger had no other fatal injuries.

"This...how is this possible?"

Liu Zhu's hands trembled, and he could no longer continue. He stumbled to his father's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

Village Chief Liu was also taken aback after hearing this. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked the question.

“Brave warrior, if I may ask, how did you kill this vicious tiger?”

Zhang Yan waved his hand dismissively and spoke.

"Just start skinning them, and you'll see."

The two dared not say more, and Liu Zhu continued to work in silence.

At this moment, many of the villagers gathered at the door were skilled hunters, and they naturally noticed something amiss, exclaiming in surprise.

After about ten minutes, Liu Zhu finally managed to peel off the tiger skin intact.

But after searching his entire body, they still couldn't find a single fatal wound.

The surrounding villagers were stunned, and many thought the tiger had been poisoned.

It wasn't until Liu Zhu took a knife, gritted his teeth, and cut open the tiger's belly that he discovered...

The tiger's internal organs had been reduced to dust.

"S~"

Amidst gasps of astonishment, Liu Zhu collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The people inside had already come out and all witnessed this scene.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced sideways.

Zhang Yan probed the Qi lines within the tiger's internal organs, as soft as spider silk yet as swift as a steel knife. The balance between softness and hardness was worth pondering. Could the Golden Light Mantra be used in the same way?

Zhang Jingqing's expression was cold, but her heart was in turmoil. In such a short time, she had mastered the use of Qi to such an extent, which was truly extraordinary.

The old village chief tremblingly reached into each pocket, took out three more pieces, and said to Zhang Yan.

"Brave warrior, thank you for helping us rid us of the evil tiger. This is just a small token of my appreciation. I will take my leave now."

He was clearly terrified and wanted the killer to leave the village as soon as possible.

Zhang Yan chuckled, took the money without hesitation, and said to the master and apprentice beside him.

"Master Zhang, where are you two planning to go?"

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled and answered on behalf of his master.

"We're going to the Lu family to celebrate Old Master Lu's birthday. I wonder where Brother Zhang Yan is planning to go?"

Is it Grandpa Lu's birthday? Is the famous scene of Zhang Zhiwei slapping Lu Jin until she cries about to happen?

"I've always been a wanderer, I wonder if the old master could take me to see the world?"

Zhang Yan looked at Zhang Jingqing and shamelessly asked.

This kid has just entered the world of supernatural beings, and his master has disappeared without a trace. It would be bad if he went astray without anyone to supervise him.

"Okay." Zhang Jingqing nodded and said, then turned to say goodbye to everyone.

Zhang Zhiwei, who was standing to the side, smiled slightly after hearing his master's words. When they reached the edge of the village, he chuckled and said to his master.

"Master, do you have your eye on this kid and want to take him as your junior brother?"

Zhang Jingqing raised an eyebrow, and this time, without avoiding Zhang Yan, she gave Zhang Zhiwei a sharp rap on the head and said.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Zhiwei was in so much pain that he scratched his head and cheeks, while Zhang Yan, carrying the tiger skin, chuckled foolishly.

Just then, many snakes, insects, and rodents appeared on the ground, blocking the three people's path.

Zhang Jingqing's gaze darkened slightly as she spoke.

"Gentlemen, now that you're here, why hide? Come out."

No sooner had these words been spoken than two people appeared in the woods.

One of them was a rather old man, wearing a gray jacket, hunched over, and appeared very short.

The other person wore a straw hat and was dressed in Japanese attire, with a samurai sword at his waist.

The Japanese samurai bowed to Zhang Jingqing and spoke in an extremely strange accent.

"My people have visited Longhu Mountain several times without success. It is my honor to meet the Celestial Master today."

Zhang Jingqing spoke impatiently.

"Speak quickly, we still have a long way to go."

"On behalf of my family, I sincerely hope to establish a good relationship with the Celestial Master's Mansion..."

Before the Japanese could finish speaking, Zhang Jingqing waved her hand to interrupt, looking impatient.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Is there anything else?"

The Japanese man mumbled to the old man for a long time, and the old man picked at his ear and pointed at Zhang Yan.

"This Mr. Yamamoto said that this kid ruined his shikigami, and in the spirit of Bushido, he wants to duel him."

Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes and spoke.

“Brother Zhang Yan has only recently become an extraordinary person, so why don’t I give it a try?”

Zhang Yan stepped forward and spoke to the Japanese man.

"You understand Dragon Language, right? Listen carefully to this sentence."

"Yamamoto! I'll fuck your holy man!!"

"Bagaya road!"

Yamamoto drew his katana and slashed directly at Zhang Yan's head.

"Oh, you understand now."

Zhang Yan gripped the broken sword in his backhand and charged forward.

With a clang, the two blades clashed, sparks flying.

Yamamoto pressed down with both hands, the katana about to pierce Zhang Yan's shoulder.

He curled his lips into a smile and exerted force again, causing the blade to be covered with purplish-black Qi.

He wanted to cleave the enemy, who was holding a broken sword in one hand, in two diagonally.

"Splitting the Air Palm!"

Zhang Yan struck out with a palm, hitting Yamamoto squarely in the chest, causing him to stagger back several steps.

Yamamoto's katana slid down smoothly, cutting a long gash in Zhang Yan's shirt.

Through his tattered shirt, one could see that Zhang Yan had only one red mark on his chest.

Yamamoto steadied himself, patted his chest gently, and waved to Zhang Yan.

Anyone could see that this was mocking Zhang Yan for his weak palm strike.

Zhang Yan threw away the broadsword, now only the hilt remained, chuckled, and was about to strike Yamamoto with another palm strike from afar.

The old man laughed upon seeing this.

"Kid, you couldn't even hurt your opponent with a solid palm strike just now. Is this palm strike from a distance just a gimmick?"

Zhang Yan ignored the old man and struck Yamamoto, who was completely unconcerned.

"Splitting the Air Palm!"

"puff!"

Yamamoto coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the large tree behind him trembled, revealing a palm print on its trunk.

He stared at Zhang Yan, his face full of disbelief. How could such a weak palm strike suddenly become so strong?

"Sorry, this is my first time using it, I missed the mark."

Zhang Yan struck Yamamoto with another palm strike and spoke.

"This palm strike, imbued with twenty years of internal energy, can you withstand it?"

"boom!"

Yamamoto was sent flying, crashing into a tree trunk behind him. All his bones shattered, and his internal organs turned into a paste.

This time, Yamamoto really went to see his immortal.