General Black Tiger's large bite startled Zhao Yan.
Old Master Long was even more dumbfounded.
He had spent so much time and effort, over twenty years, all for the thousand-year-old ginseng.
To think it was swallowed by a dog.
General Black Tiger rapidly devoured the wild ginseng. Before the wild ginseng spirit could even manifest its vines, it was bitten to death.
Half its body was torn off, a gruesome end.
"Ahhh! You beast!!" Old Master Long let out a hysterical roar.
He chanted the incantation over a dozen times, directing the Yang corpses to charge at General Black Tiger.
General Black Tiger took another bite, tearing off half its body, chewing quickly. Like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, the thousand-year-old wild ginseng was completely consumed by it.
"Disciple, quickly take General Black Tiger and go!" Zhao Yan said, immediately pulling out all the talismans from her bag.
She threw the talismans with extreme speed. Propelled by Yang energy, they stuck to the Yang corpses.
Old Master Long controlled a large number of Yang corpses.
Wang Xianzhi stood up, walked to the doorway, and blew a quick whistle.
General Black Tiger turned and ran towards Wang Xianzhi.
Seeing Wang Xianzhi wearing Han Lin's jacket, Old Master Long suddenly realized. This wasn't Han Lin at all; the scoundrel master and disciple dared to trick him.
"I will kill you, flay your skin and tear your tendons! I will make you wish you were never born!"
"Kill them!"
Old Master Long cut his own wrist with a knife.
Blood flowed from his wrist onto the ground.
The Yang corpses immediately rushed forward, licking the blood on the ground.
After absorbing the blood, the Yang corpses became even more frenzied.
The five fierce ghosts could not withstand the impact of the Yang corpses. Their Yin Sha energy weakened considerably. In the blink of an eye, the soul bodies of the five fierce ghosts emitted five popping sounds, and they were immediately scattered into nothingness.
The exquisite porcelain bottle Zhao Yan had obtained from Han Lin began to develop many cracks as the five fierce ghosts dissipated. Soon, it shattered into many pieces in Zhao Yan's hands.
Wang Xianzhi intended to flee with General Black Tiger. He looked back and saw Zhao Yan alone, holding back over a dozen Yang corpses. He remembered Zhao Yan's kindness and resolutely turned back, shouting loudly, "Master, I'm here to help you!"
Standing at the doorway, Wang Xianzhi bit his index finger tightly and stomped his feet forcefully on the ground.
"Great Ancestor, please possess me! Spirits of heaven, earth, and man, all ancestors arrive, show your sincerity in all matters!"
"Ancestor, possess me!!" Wang Xianzhi lowered his head, looking at the ground.
Seeing no effect, Wang Xianzhi said urgently.
"Ancestor, hurry and possess me! If you don't possess me soon, Master might be in danger!"
Still seeing no effect, Wang Xianzhi cursed in frustration, wanting to pick up a brick from the ground and charge forward, but he worried about becoming a burden to Zhao Yan.
Suddenly thinking of something, Wang Xianzhi planted his feet on the ground and said lewdly, "Ancestor, if you possess me, I'll burn a mobile phone for you tonight. The phone will have your favorite Japanese adult film actresses, Yūda Tomiko or Fukada Hideka."
"If you like, I'll burn her posters for you, the ones without clothes!"
A few seconds passed with no reaction. Wang Xianzhi thought it was ineffective, but the next moment he felt his body losing control, and he began to swell like a balloon.
"Fukada Hideka and Yūda Tomiko, I want them all!" a hoarse voice boomed.
Wang Xianzhi rejoiced and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, as long as Ancestor likes them."
He felt a surge of immense power within him and immediately performed a somersault in mid-air. To his surprise, he executed three consecutive somersaults.
Wang Xianzhi's confidence soared. He shouted loudly, "Master, here I come!"
"Dragon Tiger Fist!"
He punched a Yang corpse, sending it flying with a single blow.
Wang Xianzhi stared at his fist, his face filled with shock.
Zhao Yan heard the commotion behind her and looked back. She saw Wang Xianzhi, who looked like an inflated balloon man, having expanded three to four times his previous size.
She instantly understood. The reason Wang Xianzhi had inflated was that the Yin energy brought by the ancestor had flooded into his body.
She had previously heard the old man say that inviting an ancestor was not an easy task and required the summoner to have a strong connection with the ancestor.
Furthermore, ancestors usually resided in the underworld and were unwilling to ascend to the mortal realm. Why had one come now? And why had it possessed Wang Xianzhi? It was truly unfathomable.
Wang Xianzhi grabbed two Yang corpses and slapped them hard across their faces, distorting their mouths.
His momentum surged. With a grunt, Wang Xianzhi grabbed a vine on the wall and pulled with all his might. The vine was ripped out.
With a crack, he swung it rapidly. The vine, like a whip, whistled through the air.
"Those who block me die!"
Old Master Long was shocked. How could such an ordinary person as Wang Xianzhi invite his own sect's ancestor?
Suddenly sensing something was wrong, Old Master Long took a step back.
Wang Xianzhi dealt with five Yang corpses, and Zhao Yan felt the pressure significantly decrease.
The key was to capture the leader. If Old Master Long was dealt with, these Yang corpses would lose their control.
"Disciple, hold off these Yang corpses!" Zhao Yan commanded.
"Master, you go ahead. I've got this," Wang Xianzhi said confidently.
He threw the vine in his hand, whipping the Yang corpses like a spinning top, making cracking sounds.
Wang Xianzhi looked up, never imagining that he, Wang Xianzhi, would have such a glorious moment.
All the Yang corpses were successfully held back by Wang Xianzhi, and Zhao Yan quickly approached Old Master Long.
The strength of a corpse breeder lay in their corpses. Without them, their power was greatly diminished.
Seeing Zhao Yan charging at him, Old Master Long quickly retreated, preparing to flee into the rooms of the manor.
Before he could run, Zhao Yan delivered a flying kick to his back, sending him hurtling forward.
He crashed into a door and was bounced back out.
A large bump appeared on his forehead, and his mouth twitched. Just as he was about to run again,
Before he could run, Zhao Yan grabbed the back of his collar. With a surge of strength, he was yanked back.
Zhao Yan raised her knee and aimed for Old Master Long's groin, striking him hard with her knee.
"Ah!" Old Master Long's eyes bulged. The pain was so intense that his eyeballs felt like they would burst from their sockets.
One heart broken, two eggs remain one.
"I'll cripple you and avenge the sisters you harmed!"
Zhao Yan lifted her leg and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to his front. This kick was devastating.
"Ah!" With a scream, Old Master Long fell to the ground. Seeing Zhao Yan approaching, he endured the pain and knelt down.
"My dear grandmother, please spare me! I have money, lots of money! I can transfer it all to you!"
Zhao Yan slapped him across the face.
"What did you call me?"
Old Master Long pleaded, "Grandmother... no, you are my mother! Mother! Please spare me!"
"Slap!"
"If I were your mother after all the harm you've done, I would die of anger."
"Great-grandmother!"
"Slap!"
"Grandma your watermelon rind! Am I that old?"