Zhao Yan’s lips curved into a cold smile.
Her plan had succeeded.
The Xuanmen Daoist groups were offering a bounty for Zhao Changan.
The reward money had reached one million.
Some young Daoists who didn’t understand the situation were asking who Zhao Changan was.
The heads of many Daoist temples had pooled money to issue the bounty.
Those who were slow to catch on were scorned by others, who then began to explain to the uninformed.
The more Zhao Yan read, the more speechless she felt.
As expected, word had spread like wildfire, becoming more exaggerated with each retelling.
It was said that Zhao Changan had single-handedly fought over thirty Xuanmen Daoists. Even more absurdly, it was claimed he had summoned a ghost king, and that the heads of twelve temples had been sent to the ICU.
There were even rumors that when Zhao Changan went mad, he had grown three heads and six arms, which was terrifying.
Some Xuanmen Daoists had also managed to sneak photos, posting Zhao Changan’s pictures online.
Zhao Yan zoomed in. The photo was of her, wearing sunglasses and a mask, so no one could recognize her.
The only clue in the bounty was that this person possessed very strong Yang energy.
Seeing that no one suspected her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She exited WeChat and opened the navigation app. The destination was more than five hours away.
She decided to rest for a while.
After absorbing the Yang energy from the Yin-Yang Bead, her internal Yang energy had expanded about threefold, making her very sleepy.
She asked Wu Jiaxin to wake her when they reached their destination.
Wu Jiaxin acknowledged with a sound, Zhao Yan adjusted her seat, and soon, faint snores could be heard.
Wu Jiaxin was already accustomed to Zhao Yan’s ability to fall asleep in an instant.
The border between Jiangcheng and Lin City was a vast expanse of continuous mountain forests.
This was a nationally protected forest, home to some national protected animals.
Few people ventured into this area.
“Sister Zhao, we’ve arrived at Jingyan Mountain.” Wu Jiaxin gently shook Zhao Yan’s shoulder.
Zhao Yan opened her eyes and first glanced at her phone. It was just past six in the morning.
She got up and adjusted her seat, then looked out the car window. The sky was beginning to lighten.
Zhao Yan pushed open the car window and took a deep breath. The mountain air was so refreshing.
She opened the rear car door, allowing the female zombie and the little zombie to jump out.
Before the sun fully rose, they hurried into the mountains.
“This is the new home I’ve prepared for you,” Zhao Yan said, pointing to Jingyan Mountain behind them.
The female zombie quickly thanked Zhao Yan. Then, she pressed the little zombie’s head, making him kowtow to Zhao Yan.
“That’s enough, that’s enough,” Zhao Yan waved her hand with a smile.
With that, she turned to Wang Xianzhi and said, “Disciple, bring out the cattle and sheep. We’re heading into the mountains.”
Wang Xianzhi responded with a sound and drove the cattle and sheep out from the back of the truck.
They herded the cattle and sheep into the mountain forest.
Zhao Yan walked forward for about half an hour before stopping.
She said to the female zombie, “Alright, I’ll escort you mother and son this far. I hope you can live peacefully in Jingyan Mountain.”
“This is a deep mountain forest; very few people come here.”
As she spoke, Zhao Yan paused and took out the Yin-Yang Bead from her bag.
To be honest, she was very reluctant to part with this treasure.
But this treasure originally belonged to the little zombie.
A gentleman loves wealth, but acquires it righteously. Zhao Yan loved treasures, but the little zombie harbored no ill will towards her.
As soon as the Yin-Yang Bead was taken out, the little zombie’s eyes filled with joy.
The little zombie reached out to take it, but halfway there, his hand was immediately slapped away by the female zombie.
“Wuwuwu…” the female zombie said.
Zhao Yan tilted her head, not quite understanding her meaning. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
The female zombie drew on the ground with her hand.
This time, Zhao Yan understood her meaning: “You mean, you want to give this bead to me as compensation for your reunion?”
The female zombie nodded vigorously.
Zhao Yan wanted to refuse, but the female zombie’s attitude was very firm.
The little zombie also nodded beside her, pushing away the Yin-Yang Bead that Zhao Yan offered.
“Master, please accept it. If you don’t, how sad will they be?” Wang Xianzhi said.
Seeing this, Zhao Yan no longer hesitated and accepted the Yin-Yang Bead.
The female zombie followed the little zombie, hopping forward, herding the cattle and sheep into the mountains.
After herding them for a while, she looked back towards Zhao Yan.
“Let’s… let’s go back!”
Wang Xianzhi was stunned by this. He turned to Zhao Yan and asked, “Master, was that the female zombie speaking just now?”
Zhao Yan replied, “Yes.”
Wang Xianzhi clicked his tongue. It was truly miraculous.
Apart from the heavy Yin energy, she was no different from a living person.
He vaguely understood what Zhao Yan had said earlier.
After the female zombie and the little zombie disappeared from sight, she took Wang Xianzhi and Wu Jiaxin and left.
By the time they drove back from Jingyan Mountain, it was past midnight.
Seeing many young people gathered in front of the shop [Wo Cao Da Shi!], she suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
These young people were those young Xuanmen disciples.
She worried that these guys might know that Zhao Changan was her.
She had browsed many Daoist groups, and most people hadn’t linked her with Zhao Changan.
Stabilizing her emotions, Zhao Yan opened the car door.
As soon as they heard the car door open behind them, the thirty-odd young Xuanmen disciples quickly put away their phones and looked towards Zhao Yan.
Upon confirming it was Zhao Yan who had returned, they rushed over.
“Senior Zhao, the younger generation must rely on you to hold our heads high.”
“That’s right, we may lose to them, but we won’t lose our spirit. You are the leader of our younger generation.”
The thirty-odd Xuanmen disciples spoke in a torrent of words, surrounding the three of them tightly.
Hearing this, Zhao Yan’s guilt vanished, and she straightened her back. She cleared her throat and said, “If there’s anything, let’s go inside the shop first.”
The thirty-odd young disciples immediately made way.
Zhao Yan opened the door and let them all in.
As soon as she sat down, these people couldn’t sit still and eagerly asked, “Senior Zhao, have you heard of Zhao Changan?”
Zhao Yan was about to drink water, her lips pursed against the cup. Upon hearing these three words, she put down the cup and murmured softly, “Zhao Changan?”
“Who is he?”
“Senior Zhao, you actually don’t know who Zhao Changan is?”
“Last night, twelve temple heads and over thirty young disciples attacked a female zombie.”
“Just as they were about to succeed, a person suddenly appeared. This fellow was extremely powerful, whisked away the female zombie, and knocked down all twelve temple heads. Some of the young disciples were so scared they lost their courage.”
“Now, the twelve temple heads have joined forces with other temples and are determined to hunt down Zhao Changan. They have even issued a stern warning: whoever captures Zhao Changan will become the next leader of the Xuanmen.”
“The position of leader might be out of reach for us, but for Senior Zhao, it’s still worth competing for.”