Chapter 116

"No. Your Grey Immortal Clan ran away, and ran that far, and it has nothing to do with me."

Chen Shicheng said with some displeasure, "And the thing you promised me should be done now, right? I can't keep sending you over just because your people ran away!"

"That's not the case; the thing I promised will definitely be taken care of."

Hui Siye was also in utter distress at this moment; no matter how hard it racked its brain, it couldn't think of it. After finally returning to its old home, its family moved without notifying it—how awkward.

But now the ancestral tomb has gone along, and wanting its leaves to return to the roots, it can only beg Chen Shicheng to make another trip.

So for now it can only agree to enter the Evil Ghost Mask, to show Chen Shicheng its sincerity; otherwise, in a fit of anger, it would throw itself here and truly meet a foreign death.

But the ancestral tomb is gone, yet buried at the old home—does that count as leaves returning to roots? In an instant, Hui Siye couldn't grasp its current state; tradition and reality tangled its mind.

And just as Chen Shicheng was ecstatic, preparing to remove the mask, noisy sounds came from outside the prefect's residence.

Looking up, the parade troupe had returned; at the front, surrounded by the crowd, was an old Taoist holding a treasured sword, his face glowing red, even the prefect was pushed aside.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, for slashing the zombie with your sword; your fame spreads far. If you acquire the skills from the library, you will surely establish a Daoist lineage!"

When the crowd entered the main hall, the person who had spent the night sitting here with Chen Shicheng immediately rose, clasped fists in salute, and blurted out auspicious words as if they were free.

The old Taoist glanced briefly; he hadn't wanted to bother with a nameless fellow, but thinking of the many eyes behind him, he reluctantly replied, "Congratulations, congratulations; slaying demons is my duty, not worth mentioning."

When such lofty words were spoken, cheers rose like a tide, making the old Taoist laugh broadly.

But Chen Shicheng did not take part in this farce; instead, he turned his gaze toward the zombie corpse beside him.

When the old Taoist entered, he casually checked the Attribute; the level was indeed the highest among those present, reaching Level 15, two levels higher than him.

But the Skills on it were hard to describe, basically the usual ones of the Body Refining stage.

One should know that a soul‑bound zombie is not a simple zombie; the body is merely a shell, the crucial part being the possessed spirit inside.

How could he not believe that this old Taoist, relying on Body Refining skills, could slay a spirit‑type monster that even he needed an Evil Ghost Pill to defeat.

"Hui Siye, can you tell if there's any problem inside that corpse?"

Chen Shicheng's mask shared the Evil Ghost Pill's true sight, but unfortunately it could only see invisible units, unable to discern the spirit hidden in the corpse, so he had to ask the nearby Hui Siye.

"No need to look; a spirit is hidden inside the corpse, and it's continuously casting some kind of spell that looks like a transmission spell."

Oh ho!

Now that's interesting.

Watching the old Taoist being constantly praised by the crowd, Chen Shicheng felt like he was looking at a clown, and the bootlickers around him made him burst out laughing.

Although it was only a small sound and he immediately suppressed it, the mocking tone in his laugh was so obvious that it was instantly caught by others.

Coincidentally, the person who heard his laugh was the one who had been scared into wetting his pants yesterday.

Perhaps wanting to save face, or perhaps not seeing the Horse Immortal teenager who had scared him, he rolled his eyes and pointed at Chen Shicheng, shouting loudly.

"What do you mean? Master Youyun slashed the zombie with great force, everyone celebrated exuberantly, yet you remain indifferent—could it be that you're jealous that a fellow Daoist stole your spotlight and you even laughed out loud!"

When those words were spoken, the whole hall erupted in a clamor, eyeing Chen Shicheng's whispered muttering; even Master Youyun wore an unfriendly expression. "Who is this person?"

"It is said that earlier, on a desolate mountain outside the city, this person cut down a zombie at first sight and even rescued the prefect's son."

"Is that true? Then why didn't we see him act yesterday?"

"Indeed, it's said that last night, during the ambush of the zombie, he also took part, yet we were the ones who acted, while he just sat here waiting all night."

When the wall collapsed, the crowd pushed, adding stones to the well.

Regardless of what was said, these people immediately launched a denunciation against Chen Shicheng.

And these voices seemed to give that scared‑to‑wet‑pants person courage, who leapt out, pointing at Chen Shicheng and shouting, "Do you know that last night the zombie broke through the encirclement, ran into Huanglong Jun City and killed many innocent citizens, and you still have the nerve to sit here laughing at others? What kind of heart do you have?"

"In my view, you and that zombie are in league; the previous rescue of the prefect's son was also a plot, otherwise how could you slay the zombie with a single strike!"

When those words were spoken, not only did they strip Chen Shicheng of the aura of having rescued the prefect's son, but they also subtly stepped on Master Youyun.

And because someone led the charge, the crowd began to interrogate him incessantly, truly a target of a thousand accusations.

In an instant, the hall was filled with accusations; only Zhao Dongyang kept explaining, but his voice was weak and soon drowned in the noisy blame.

"Is your head that iron?"

Chen Shicheng didn't know whether to be angry or speechless.

Given these people's strength, even if he gave his all, releasing La Tiao would still be enough to wipe them out, so who gave them the courage? Moreover, if yesterday he hadn't tried to avoid trouble, the one who jumped most enthusiastically wouldn't have been the one who wet his pants; the corpse was probably dragged outside the city for burial, yet now they still dare to shout at him.

Seems they're all damn used to it! A pack of street‑scavenging stray dogs bark at you twice; they might not mind and might even find it as funny as a clown.

But when those stray dogs overstep, thinking you're scared and rush to bite, that becomes a path to death.

Do you really think we're without temper?

Chen Shicheng laughed in irritation; as True Essence surged, the Cutting Immortal Formation was about to emerge, and with just a flick of his finger, he could make blood flow like a river before his eyes.

But before he could act, cries of astonishment suddenly rang from the outer hall.

Instinctively looking over, several bailiffs who couldn't squeeze in stared in astonishment at the sky outside.

Following their gaze, at the far edge of the horizon, a mass of black clouds surged forward like a curtain being drawn, quickly enveloping the sky over Huanglong Jun City.

In almost an instant, the whole city dimmed, the sky darkened as if a storm were about to arrive.

Among them, the vast demonic aura made all the sects and wandering cultivators present wear solemn expressions.

Meanwhile, the crowd outside, cheering over the zombie's slaying, looked up puzzled, assuming a heavy rain was coming.

"It's coming!"

Hui Siye also looked at the sky, saying sternly, "Be careful; this one is different from the usual beasts you slay—it's a great demon of the Golden Core Stage!"

(End of Chapter)