The royal zombie let out a roar and continued its attack on Qian He, refusing to give up until he was dead!
In its simple mind, this ant was weak, but the peach wood sword stuck in its chest hurt!
Si Mu looked past Qian He, stepped with the Heavenly Gang Step, and kicked the royal zombie in the chest.
The royal zombie was unaffected, instead pushing him back a few steps, his leg throbbing with pain.
“Damn it, this silver armored corpse is a real pain in the ass!”
Si Mu muttered, the seriousness in his eyes so thick it seemed like it could turn into substance.
The Maoshan lineage had many branches, he mainly cultivated Spirit Summoning, with a side of Corpse Control.
The stronger the physique, the better the effect of Spirit Summoning.
Therefore, in the path of body tempering, Si Mu far surpassed Jiu Shu, Qian He and other fellow disciples. Only the eldest brother who cultivated the Thunderbolt Art, tempering his body with lightning, could be compared to him!
But in their first exchange, the royal zombie hadn’t even attacked him, and he had already suffered a blow!
“Hoh!”
Even after taking Si Mu’s kick, the royal zombie still didn’t change its target.
It was still the same.
Sword, pain.
Si Mu was furious, but he had no way to deal with the royal zombie. Then his pupils suddenly constricted as he stared at the hilt of the sword embedded in the royal zombie’s chest, clearly recognizing the thousand-year-old peach wood sword!
“Good heavens, Master’s prized possession that he wanted to take with him to the grave, you actually took it out, Junior Brother!”
“With this thing, we have a chance!”
“Old monk, give me a hand!”
Si Mu exclaimed excitedly, pulling out the thousand-year-old peach wood sword and calling on Yi Xiu to join the fight!
If the royal zombie’s defense was 1000 and his attack limit was 1001, hitting the royal zombie would only leave him with 1!
In this situation, they had no way to deal with it, even survival would be difficult.
But having the thousand-year-old peach wood sword was different. This thing, among the hundreds of Maoshan inherited artifacts, was ranked in the top ten in its power against evil!
It not only had an attack bonus, but also came with an armor-piercing effect.
Using the method of hypothetical substitution, with this sword in hand, he could deal 1301 damage, with 500 armor piercing, hitting the royal zombie for 800!
Reality might not be as exaggerated as going from 1 to 800, but it could definitely erase some of the gap created by the difference in realm!
Yi Xiu also recognized the peach wood sword in Si Mu’s hand, and his spirit soared. He took off the prayer beads around his neck and joined the battle!
A seven-tiered Yangdan True Person, wielding a thousand-year-old peach wood sword, and an eight-tiered peak Yangdan True Person, joined forces, and for a while, they managed to hold the royal zombie at bay!
The artifact Yi Xiu wielded, while not as good as the thousand-year-old peach wood sword, a Maoshan inheritance passed down from generation to generation, was also from a late Hauran Earth Master of the Xuanji Temple.
In the hands of that master, it had slain many silver armored corpses and red-robed Ghost Kings!
This is what it means to be a direct disciple of a top sect.
Cultivation techniques, top!
Cultivation resources, top!
Cultivation realm, top!
Evil-slaying combat power, top!
Legacy artifacts, top!
The gap in realm that seemed like a chasm was erased by these five top-tier qualities!
If it were a wild cultivator, or a cultivator from a small sect, even two nine-tiered peaks, or even two half-step Earth Masters, would be swept away like leaves in an autumn wind by the royal zombie!
Dongnanbeixi, seeing the evenly matched fight, his dim eyes began to brighten.
Perhaps… Master Uncle and Master Yi Xiu could save them, could suppress this evil corpse!
But he didn’t notice the heavy expressions on Si Mu and Yi Xiu, or Qian He’s gradually despairing gaze.
Everything in the world follows a principle of conservation. A strong artifact means high consumption!
Whether it was the thousand-year-old peach wood sword or Yi Xiu’s prayer beads, they were artifacts used by Hauran Earth Masters.
A Hauran Earth Master would consider the consumption negligible, but could Yangdan True Persons handle it?
In this situation, a stalemate meant defeat…
…
Mu Chen and Tu Shan He walked leisurely.
The mud on the ground, the dewdrops on the plants, none of it stuck to their clothes.
Like a couple of immortals, strolling through the night forest.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from ahead.
They saw a boy in a python-patterned robe, stumbling through the forest like a headless fly.
“Huh? Why is there a child here?”
Tu Shan He was first puzzled, then a look of disgust appeared on her face.
Some people, you just dislike them on first sight.
That’s how she felt about this child.
She didn’t know why.
Mu Chen paused slightly, he recognized this child, and he also felt Tu Shan He’s dislike, and he knew why she disliked him.
This child, though young, had a shroud of karmic retribution around him, but it didn’t cling to him.
This means that many people had died because of him, and they died resentfully, but he had never personally killed anyone.
And it’s normal that a righteous demon like the little fox wouldn’t like such a person, and Mu Chen didn’t like him either.
“Has the story of the Zombie Uncle begun?”
Mu Chen muttered to himself, looking at the child ahead, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
As someone from the future, he already disliked the Qing Eight Banners.
In this life, he knew even more about the history of the Qing Eight Banners after they entered the Central Plains, and his dislike had turned to hatred…
The Eight Banners seized land.
They divided the people into slaves.
The Shaving Order.
The Jia-Ding massacre, the Yangzhou massacre…
In the future, to maintain national unity, and because of the subtle influence of some old men and old women from all walks of life, the people had little understanding of the Qing Eight Banners’ methods of rule over the Han people.
But in fact, the Qing Eight Banners entering the Central Plains and the Japanese invasion of China were actually disasters of the same level for the Han people.
The difference is that one succeeded in its invasion and completed its rule, with legitimacy, and lasted for over two hundred years, while the other did not succeed in its invasion.
Most importantly…
The Dragon Tiger Mountain had a feud with the Eight Banners!
“Using you to strengthen a zombie, I have zero psychological pressure…”
“By bad luck, you’ve run into me, is this good luck or bad luck?”
Mu Chen’s smile was playful, he thought for a moment and decided it was both. His misfortune was also his good fortune.
The little prince didn’t hear his quiet mutterings, but he still noticed the two.
He had a look of 狂喜 on his face.
He trotted over to the two of them, raising his chin and said, “I am the prince, now that I am in trouble, being found by you is your good fortune, quickly take me back to the North, I will grant you lifelong prosperity and wealth!”
He glanced at Mu Chen, then at Tu Shan He, blinking at the waves in front of her chest, then raised his hand towards Tu Shan He.
He didn’t worry that the two of them would refuse.
The Han people are inherently lowly, he had discovered this in the Imperial City, as long as you throw out a little gold, you can have a group of Han people as your slaves.
Tu Shan He’s face turned cold, before she could speak, Mu Chen grabbed the little prince’s neck and lifted him up.
Ignoring the little prince’s flailing limbs, he looked at the little prince’s face, flushed red from suffocation, full of panic and fear, and Mu Chen smiled faintly, whispering, “A cow doesn’t give birth, you’re pretty damn awesome?”