Yanfren could not sleep at all the previous night. He had dark circles around his eyes and felt uneasy the entire way. After arriving at Hill Village, the trio drove right up to the ancestral graves on a hill. It was a massive gravesite where all the ancestors of Hill Village's residents were buried. The trio arrived at the grave of Yanfren's father. The grave has cracked open, exposing the rotten coffin in it. Yanfren screamed in terror when he saw that and quickly ran off to hide in the distance. Wilbur frowned and said, "He's still your father even if he is a ghost. What's there to be afraid of?" "Even if that's my father, it's still a ghost! How can I not be scared?" Yanfren refused to go anywhere near the grave. Wilbur shook his head and then waved his hand, opening the coffin's cover. They saw a corpse lying inside. The clothes on it were in a state of disrepair, and there was blood all over the corpse. Burials in a village would usually seal the coffin shut und
"Village secretary? We're here to help Yanfren and did not touch the graves here. Why do we need to compensate you?" Wilbur asked. Booker's face darkened immediately and said in a low voice, "How dare you say you didn't touch it when the grave is in this sorry state? You're just being disrespectful right now. Gregory, summon the villagers and have them decide." The young man beside him agreed and ran off to make calls. Meanwhile, Booker seemed to be observing Yanfren closely. Just then, Wilbur saw Yanfren wave at him, so he walked over with a frown. Yanfren then whispered into his ear, "This guy used to be a bully in the village. He's just trying to ask for money. Now that he's the village secretary, I can't afford to offend him." Wilbur nodded slowly and said, "Looks like you managed to earn some money over the years." "I made a small profit, but it's not much," Yanfren said with a glint in his eyes. Wilbur chuckled. A person needed to be considerably rich to afford a hou
"You guys see that? They admitted to it, and now they're threatening us. What do you guys think" Booker glanced coldly at Wilbur. The crowd grew rowdy right away, waving their weapons around. Yanfren turned pale at the sight and said, "Stop provoking them. I can't afford to offend these people." "I can, though. Why are you so worried?" Wilbur replied. Yanfren was at a loss for words and kept silent. He would let Wilbur deal with the situation as he saw fit. Yanfren knew he could not afford to cross them, but he could not afford the money they demanded either. Just then, Booker roared angrily, "How dare they act so arrogantly after disturbing the peace of our village? Guys, go beat them up!" As the crowd began to move, Wilbur shouted, "The corpse will transform into a zombie if you leave it like that. I advise you to bury it quickly and let me go about my business. Otherwise, don't say I didn't warn you when something happens." "Who are you trying to scare with that story?
The robed man spoke in gibberish for some time, then raised his hand. The room was immediately filled with light. The crowd was astonished, prostrating themselves before him and praising him as though he were a deity. The man said smugly, "I have blessed you with longevity. I will keep these offerings and use them to repair the temple. This will be counted to your merits in life." "Master, please take them. This is a sign of my sincerity." "We're happy to assist the great honorable Master to collect donations for the temple." "Master, you're truly a virtuous person." The group of devout followers praised him to no end. The man chuckled, then collected all the offerings into his sleeve with a simple wave. Just then, the room's door was kicked in. Wilbur and Ryder walked in calmly. "Who goes there? That's very rude of you!""Didn't you know the Master is here? Hurry up and prostrate yourself." "Things won't end well for you if you offend the Master." The devout fo
It was rather inappropriate for Wilbur to act against that guy in broad daylight in front of a group of elderly folks. Moreover, he has already marked the man with his spirit. Wilbur decided to wait for nightfall to take care of him. Just as Wilbur, Ryder, and Yanfren got down from the house, they saw a few cars zooming toward them and pulling over. Booker led his group of thugs and walked straight toward them. "Where are you trying to run off to?" With a wave of his hand, Booker had his subordinates surround Wilbur's group. Yanfren was scared and hid behind Wilbur. Wilbur's expression darkened and said coldly, "Damn it. I let things slide between us and that somehow went to your head, didn't it?" "Brat, this is my territory. This is no place for you to show off!" Booker shouted. Meanwhile, the devout followers in the house came down to watch out of curiosity. Wilbur frowned as he saw the robed man quietly sneaking away in the crowd. "Trying to escape?" Wilbur leape
Wilbur chuckled, then tightened his right fist, and finally used some spiritual energy as he punched the zombie. With a loud explosion, the horrifying zombie exploded to pieces, turning into dust in the air. Meanwhile, Wilbur reached out to grab the man. The spiritual energy on that man's body was snuffed out by Wilbur's overwhelming power in an instant. After that, Wilbur held him up helplessly with one hand. "Damn it. Why do you have to force my hand?" Wilbur asked coldly. The man finally got to his senses and hurriedly said, "Sir, please spare me. I'm just trying to make some money with my tricks. I didn't commit any immoral deeds." "What did you say? How do you explain the situation with the corpse of Yanfren's father?" Wilbur reprimanded. The man was completely immobilized in Wilbur's grasp. The spiritual energy in his body seemed to have frozen solid. Out of desperation, he begged, "While I was cheating people of their money in Seechertown… I mean, when I was travelin
Unexpectedly, those people fell on their knees and started prostrating themselves before Wilbur, mumbling something about Wilbur being the true immortal sent down to this world to vanquish evil. Wilbur looked at them and sighed. He walked up to Booker and said coldly, "I'm free now. Let's have a talk." "Sir, I mean, Master! Please spare me! I was blind. I didn't know how great you were. I'm undeserving!" Booker was completely terrified, slapping himself as he spoke. After a few times, his face was all swollen from his own slaps. The rest of his subordinates were beside themselves in disbelief. They had never encountered a zombie before. To make things worse, this man standing before them completely decimated the zombies with just a single punch, and to top it all off, the last zombie was truly terrifying. Just the aura coming from it alone almost made them pass out, much less the terrible appearance it had. They thought they had run into a demon that was there to take their l
Wilbur and Ryder dropped Yanfren off at the Special Forces headquarters, passing him back to Elsa before they returned to Sealake Island. Ryder went off to write his report, while Wilbur went straight to bed. Too many things happened recently, and he was absolutely exhausted. Two days later, an uninvited guest showed up at the Drunken Inn in the eastern suburb of Seechertown. Drunken Inn was run by a cultivator in Seechertown. It covered around a dozen acres of land. The establishment was built and furnished to give off a medieval vibe. It was a rather famous restaurant with wonderful scenery suitable for short strolls. Ty Zeigler was the boss of the Drunken Inn, a cultivator at the beginner Aura level. However, he knew his talent was mediocre and would be stuck at beginner Aura level forever. Hence, he collected some money and purchased this plot of land to build the Drunken Inn, turning it into a gathering place for cultivators and a tourist spot for the youngsters. The s