Chapter Thirteen: Divine Weapon Exorcism Talisman? I'll Take It! The Steward's Astonishment!

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“That’s wonderful, Feng’er. Auntie was worried you wouldn’t be able to handle them just now. I never expected you to kill them all—and even break through to the Leaping Zombie realm.”

Mu Ruxue’s face was filled with delighted surprise.

A Leaping Zombie already possessed formidable combat strength. If she joined forces with Qin Feng, they might not be unable to kill the One-Yang Sect’s Elder.

“Little… Auntie, let’s join forces and kill him.”

Qin Feng looked at Mu Ruxue as he spoke.

His voice was somewhat low and hoarse, but the words he uttered were already much clearer than before.

At the very least, both Mu Ruxue and the One-Yang Sect’s Elder heard him clearly.

“What!? A Leaping Zombie can actually speak!?”

The One-Yang Sect’s Elder’s eyes widened as he stared in utter shock.

He could not help wondering whether he had heard incorrectly.

A Leaping Zombie had actually spoken?

It was one thing for it to possess intelligence, but it could even speak.

This was utterly absurd. Even if the sun rose in the west, it would not be this unbelievable.

A Leaping Zombie speaking was no different from a fantastical tale.

Throughout history, nothing like this had ever appeared before.

And if even he was astonished, who else could possibly remain calm?

Even Mu Ruxue was dumbstruck.

Her delicate face was filled with disbelief as she stared at Qin Feng.

She stood frozen in place, unable to recover for a long while.

“You old bastard, die!”

Qin Feng leaped into the air, the sharp claws of his right hand slashing rapidly toward the One-Yang Sect’s Elder.

Compared with his previous words, this sentence was even clearer.

It was as though a rust-covered machine had grown smoother and more fluid the longer it operated.

Feeling the powerful gust of wind rushing toward him, the One-Yang Sect’s Elder furrowed his brows. Putting his shock aside, he immediately held the peachwood sword horizontally before him.

“Clang!”

Qin Feng’s claw struck the peachwood sword.

The elder bit into the index finger of his left hand and smeared the blood across the blade.

Whoosh!

The peachwood sword immediately burst into golden light.

Boom!

Caught off guard, Qin Feng was sent flying by the golden radiance.

“So what if you can speak? A Leaping Zombie is still a Leaping Zombie. I’ll kill you first!”

The One-Yang Sect’s Elder moved in accordance with the Celestial Stance Steps and charged rapidly toward Qin Feng.

But just then—

A bolt of heavenly lightning crashed down.

The One-Yang Sect’s Elder had no choice but to abandon his pursuit and dodge.

Boom!

The lightning struck empty ground.

Mu Ruxue flashed forward and arrived before the One-Yang Sect’s Elder.

With both hands shaped into palms, she struck out again and again.

Every palm carried tremendous force, each blow linked seamlessly to the next.

The One-Yang Sect’s Elder put away his peachwood sword and likewise unleashed a palm technique.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two moved with astonishing speed, leaving behind overlapping afterimages as their palms collided repeatedly.

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After Qin Feng was sent flying by the golden light, he steadied himself.

Then, driving force through both legs, he charged forward once more.

“Damn it!”

The One-Yang Sect’s Elder’s expression darkened.

If he had been facing either of them alone, he could have dealt with them easily.

But now that Qin Feng and Mu Ruxue had joined forces, he was besieged from both sides and barely able to cope.

Mu Ruxue in particular placed tremendous pressure on him.

Boom!

After exchanging a blow with Mu Ruxue, the One-Yang Sect’s Elder swiftly produced a Binding Talisman.

With a light flick of his hand—

Whoosh!

The talisman shot forth like a bullet from a gun, reaching Qin Feng in an instant.

Then, under the elder’s incredulous gaze, Qin Feng caught the Binding Talisman, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it whole.

“This…”

“Impossible!”

“Absolutely impossible!”

“He can even eat a Binding Talisman?”

The One-Yang Sect’s Elder cried out in shock.

If he had not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

The Binding Talisman was specifically designed to restrain zombies. It was, in effect, the nemesis of the undead.

Yet now, it had been eaten by this tiny zombie before him.

At last, he understood why his four disciples had been killed.

This zombie was simply monstrous.

It was a complete aberration among its kind.

Moreover, he discovered that its strength far surpassed that of other zombies in the same realm.

An ordinary early-stage Leaping Zombie could jump only two or three meters, while this creature could leap four or five.

How terrifying would it become once it matured?

“No. I must kill it!”

A fierce killing intent flashed through the One-Yang Sect Elder’s aged eyes.

Immediately, he took out a yellow talisman.

Forming a sword seal with his right hand, he rapidly traced several incantations across the paper.

Finally—

He threw it with all his strength.

Whoosh!

The talisman tore through the air, carrying a razor-sharp aura. It shot toward Qin Feng like a divine weapon forged to slay demons and banish evil.

This talisman was called the Divine Weapon Demon-Slaying Talisman.

It was an offensive talisman that inflicted tremendous damage upon monsters, demons, and vengeful spirits.

With the elder’s strength behind it, not even a Leaping Zombie could withstand it—indeed, even a Furred Zombie would be unable to endure the blow.

Since Qin Feng had been able to eat a Binding Talisman, the elder refused to believe he could also devour the Divine Weapon Demon-Slaying Talisman.

“Feng’er, that’s the Divine Weapon Demon-Slaying Talisman! Be careful—dodge!”

Mu Ruxue’s expression changed, and she hurriedly warned Qin Feng.

Qin Feng gave a contemptuous smile.

Then he reached out toward the Divine Weapon Demon-Slaying Talisman.

Seeing this, a cold smile appeared on the One-Yang Sect Elder’s face.

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To reach out and seize the Divine Weapon Demon-Slaying Talisman was to court certain death.

Trying to eat every talisman would only bring about his own destruction.

“It’s over…”

Mu Ruxue’s heart sank. Her fair, tender face was filled with grief.

Unless something unexpected happened, Feng’er was doomed.

The instant he touched the Divine Weapon Demon-Slaying Talisman, the paper would transform into a divine weapon and cleave him in two.

Even though zombies were impervious to blades and spears and possessed astonishing defenses, there would be no exception this time.

As a disciple of the Daoist sect, she knew all too well how powerful the Divine Weapon Demon-Slaying Talisman was when wielded by an Elder of the Spirit Communion realm.

Though it sounded as if much time had passed, everything had actually happened in the blink of an eye.

The moment Qin Feng seized the Divine Weapon Demon-Slaying Talisman, both Mu Ruxue and the One-Yang Sect’s Elder stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

Mu Ruxue’s heart had risen into her throat.

The One-Yang Sect’s Elder, meanwhile, wore a relieved smile, as though he could already see Qin Feng being cleaved in two.

But in the next instant—

Qin Feng stuffed the talisman into his mouth.

As soon as it entered his stomach, the paper transformed into energy.

And there was a great deal of it—equivalent to absorbing the blood of half an early-stage Qi-Controlling Daoist disciple.

Clearly, this talisman truly was powerful.

No wonder Little Auntie had been so nervous.

What a pity she had worried for nothing.

The talisman was not only useless against him; it had instead become nourishment for his cultivation.

“What?!”

The One-Yang Sect’s Elder stood rooted to the spot as though struck by lightning.

A cataclysmic earthquake seemed to erupt within his mind.

His entire worldview collapsed.

The Divine Weapon Demon-Slaying Talisman had actually been useless. This Leaping Zombie had swallowed it in a single bite!

“No! No! No! I refuse to believe it!”

“It’s fake! This is fake!”

“An illusion!”

“It must be an illusion!”

The One-Yang Sect’s Elder looked as though he had lost his mind. He staggered backward, shaking his head in frantic disbelief.

Then—

A peachwood sword suddenly pierced out through his chest.

The One-Yang Sect’s Elder lowered his head. A look of unwillingness appeared across his aged face.

His mouth opened and closed as though he wanted to say something, but only a thread of blood spilled out.

“Feng’er!”

Mu Ruxue cried out.

Qin Feng immediately understood. He lunged forward and sank his teeth into the One-Yang Sect Elder’s neck.

Then he sucked hard.

The delicious blood, brimming with powerful energy, flowed down his throat and entered his body.

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