Zombie Mission

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Long
Shaojun looked up and saw that the speaker was a young man, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, about 1.75 meters tall, and of decent appearance. Although not the handsome and dashing type, he had a certain air about him. Most importantly, with Long Shaojun's keen eyesight, he discovered that this person had a certain foundation in cultivation, that is, he was in the Foundation Establishment stage.
Nodding to the man, Long Shaojun began to drink his wine again.
The young man seemed quite interested in Long Shaojun. After sitting down, he ordered several dishes and a bottle of wine. He poured himself a full glass, raised it, and said to Long Shaojun, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Liu Shizong, and I work at Haiteng Company. It's a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your surname?"
Since Liu Shizong had honored him with his presence, Long Shaojun didn't want to refuse him. He also raised his glass and clinked it with Liu Shizong's, saying, "My name is Long Shaojun."
Liu Shizong said, "Brother, you don't work here, do you?"
Long Shaojun replied, "That's right. I just live nearby and stopped by for a meal. Hmm, Brother Zhang, you possess Wudang Taoist skills. Is it a family tradition or something from your sect?"
"Ah, how did you know?" Liu Shizong asked in surprise.
Long Shaojun smiled but remained silent. Seeing that Long Shaojun didn't answer, Liu Shizong continued, "My parents are just ordinary people; they don't know anything about Taoist arts. What I learned was taught to me by a wandering Taoist priest. Five years ago, he met me and said that my health was excellent and that he wanted to take me as his disciple. I didn't believe him at all. These days, there are too many swindlers. How many monks, nuns, Taoist priests, and lamas are truly detached from worldly desires and are genuinely renounced worldly life? I didn't expect that Taoist priest to follow me around and keep pestering me to teach me magic. I didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but he performed a trick. He stuck a paper talisman on my forehead, and I immediately couldn't move. It was indeed quite effective, so I became his disciple. He said he was Master Qingxu of Wudang, who had been traveling around and saw that my physique was suitable for him." "He was suited for cultivation, which is why he had the idea of taking me as his disciple. He only taught me for two months, left a book, and then left. I haven't seen him since."
Long Shaojun nodded and said, "Oh, I see. Did you practice according to that book?"
Liu Shizong nodded and said, "Alas, I did practice, but the effect wasn't great. Now, I can only light paper talismans in the air and draw some exorcising spells, which are not very useful at all."
Long Shaojun smiled and said, "You've only cultivated for five years, and this is all you can achieve. Well then, since we've met, it's fate. I'll write down some Taoist techniques for you later; they might be useful."
Liu Shizong was skeptical of Long Shaojun's words, but, taking a "better safe than sorry" approach, he nodded.
Perhaps because they were both young, after a few drinks, Long Shaojun and Liu Shizong became friends.
After lunch, Long Shaojun followed Liu Shizong to Haiteng Company. There, he used a computer to write a Taoist scripture for Liu Shizong. This scripture, of course, was stolen from Longhu Mountain. To conceal his identity, Long Shaojun had completely changed his appearance; even the Taoists from Longhu Mountain wouldn't be able to recognize that the spells Liu Shizong used originated from them.
Liu Shizong had also practiced Taoist arts and had some understanding of them. Upon seeing the scripture written by Long Shaojun, he immediately recognized its profound nature and was extremely grateful to Long Shaojun.
Long Shaojun left his phone number, saying that if Liu Shizong ever had any problems he couldn't solve, he could contact him. Only then did he leave amidst Liu Shizong's profuse thanks. Long Shaojun
strolled around the streets for a while, checked the time, and realized it was already 1:30 PM. He transformed his appearance into that of Long Juesha in a corner before slowly making his way to the Furong Hall on the second floor of Hongtian Teahouse.
Hongtian Teahouse is a high-end teahouse, and Furong Hall is one of the most upscale private rooms. The elegant environment and harmonious atmosphere make it the perfect place for negotiations.
Long Shaojun ordered a cup of Longjing tea and began to assess the other party's identity, their purpose in contacting him, whether they genuinely needed his help, were using this as a pretext to draw him out, or were they part of an organization trying to recruit him. He considered how to handle each situation. Furthermore, he wondered about the other party's relationship with the bounty hunter organization. From what he knew, bounty hunters were strictly guarding the secrets of their registration and would never reveal their whereabouts, much less act as intermediaries. Typically, customers would place their missions with the bounty hunter organization, and the bounty hunters would receive them. The person placing the bounty and the bounty hunter usually wouldn't meet. Now, the bounty hunter organization was helping this person arrange a meeting, indicating a close relationship.
While lost in thought, he heard footsteps approaching. Long Shaojun's heart skipped a beat; he immediately knew it was his appointment.
He didn't use his consciousness to "see" the person, but rather analyzed the situation through reasoning.
The footsteps were light and nimble, suggesting a woman. Each step was perfectly synchronized in distance and timing, indicating a skilled martial artist. The woman's quick and decisive nature suggested a resolute and swift character. Her small yet powerful strides, brimming with confidence and an air of authority, suggested she frequently used this forceful approach. Therefore, she was likely either in a high position or involved in law enforcement. Sure enough, the footsteps stopped
at the entrance of the Hibiscus Hall, followed by a knock.
Long Shaojun said, "Please come in."
The door opened, and someone entered.
Long Shaojun looked up and was secretly surprised. He hadn't expected the person to be a beautiful woman. She looked to be about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, about 1.72 meters tall, with a tall and slender figure. Her black hair was casually tied up on her head, revealing her fair and slender neck. She had an oval face, thick eyebrows, and bright and clear eyes that revealed a hint of coldness. She had a high nose bridge, cherry-red lips, and was wearing a business suit. She looked heroic and capable, not inferior to any man.
A fleeting moment of confusion crossed Long Shaojun's eyes. He immediately stood up to greet her, extending his hand to grasp the beautiful woman's delicate hand. With a beaming smile, he said, "I never expected to meet such a beauty! I am truly thrilled. I am Long Juesha, a level seven bounty hunter. Handsome, dashing, quick-witted, and highly skilled in martial arts, I am a messenger of justice and a representative of righteousness. I am born with chivalry, concerned for the country and its people, and dedicate myself to seeking justice for the weak and avenging the wronged. This beautiful lady, you have come to the right person. What unspeakable grievances do you have? I believe I can clear your name. Oh, look, how can I leave such a beautiful lady standing? How rude of me! Please, have a seat."
A sharp glint flashed in the woman's eyes as she glared at Long Shaojun. With a twist of her wrist, she slipped out of his grasp and sat down in a chair.
Long
Shaojun seemed oblivious to the woman's anger. He raised his hand, still slightly scented, to his nose, and clicked his tongue twice, causing the woman's chest to heave with rage.
Pretending not to notice her expression, Long Shaojun poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her.
The woman bit her lip, her eyes flickering, before finally calming down. However, she was secretly alarmed; she wondered why he had grabbed her hand so easily. She was a master; she wouldn't let anyone hold her delicate hand so easily. This showed that Long Shaojun's skill far surpassed hers.
Taking the teacup, the woman felt Long Shaojun's fingers brush against her palm. She was instantly furious, almost smashing the teacup at him. However, considering his martial arts prowess and her mission, she restrained herself and placed the teacup on the table.
Long Shaojun returned to his seat, staring at the woman opposite him.
The woman, perhaps used to such stares, remained calm, also observing Long Shaojun with her own gaze.
Long Shaojun's consciousness searched the beautiful woman's body and sensed a flow of energy within her, immediately realizing that she was a master of supernatural abilities.
After a brief silence, Long Shaojun smiled and asked, "May I ask your name, Miss?"
The beautiful woman had a very bad impression of Long Shaojun and replied irritably, "Gao Yazhi."
Long Shaojun nodded slightly and praised, "Yazhi, what an elegant name, not bad, not bad."
Seeing Gao Yazhi's face darken, Long Shaojun quickly said, "I wonder what Miss Gao needs my help with?"
Seeing that she had received a serious matter, Gao Yazhi immediately focused her attention and said, "I wonder if Mr. Long would be interested in completing a task with us?"
Long Shaojun asked, "What kind of task is it, and how much is the reward?"
Gao Yazhi looked Long Shaojun up and down and slowly said, "I hope you will help us get rid of a thousand-year-old zombie."
"A thousand-year-old zombie? It can't be that scary, can it? Are there really zombies in this world?" Long Shaojun's face showed surprise.
Seeing Long Shaojun feigning weakness to deceive her, Gao Yazhi's face showed a slight smile. Although it was only fleeting, Long Shaojun caught it and immediately said with a drooling smile, "I didn't expect Miss Gao to smile so beautifully. I think Miss Gao should smile like this more often; I think Miss Gao would be even more beautiful then."
Perhaps already understanding Long Shaojun's personality, Gao Yazhi showed no reaction this time, her face remaining perfectly calm, only the cold glint in her eyes intensified.
"I think Mr. Long shouldn't be surprised that there are zombies in this world, right? How much do you want?" Gao Yazhi didn't want to waste any more words with Long Shaojun.
"Well, Miss Gao, how much do you think is appropriate to deal with a thousand-year-old zombie?"
"Ten million," Gao Yazhi replied.
"Ten million? A thousand-year-old zombie is no ordinary zombie. It possesses terrifying power; its fur can withstand conventional missile attacks, it's impervious to blades and bullets, and it has immense strength. Moreover, zombies are poisonous, and zombie poison is extremely terrifying. If you are scratched or bitten, you will immediately turn into a zombie. Fighting it is fraught with danger, and I will also be taking a great risk. Isn't this price a bit low?" Long Shaojun demanded a higher price.
"We will work with you to eliminate the zombie, so you only have ten million. We'll save the rest," Gao Yazhi countered on the spot.
"Oh, I'd be more than happy to fight alongside a beautiful woman. Okay, ten million it is. Where is the thousand-year-old zombie? We'll go deal with it right away. By the way, pay one million first, and the balance will be paid in full after the job is done. No credit allowed," Long Shaojun said immediately. He didn't ask about Gao Yazhi's background because he already knew that this woman must be an enforcer from the Z country's paranormal research institute.
Long Shaojun learned about paranormal research in China from materials from Longhu Mountain. Paranormal research was the most secretive institution of the Chinese government, directly under the jurisdiction of the Military Commission. They took on missions impossible for ordinary people, such as protecting government officials, dealing with ghosts, zombies, supernatural beings, and paranormal phenomena. The institution had many experts, divided into several groups, the most powerful of whom were the law enforcers. They had the power to execute first and report later, essentially holding licenses to kill. Each of them possessed supernatural abilities at least at level six, with some reaching levels seven or eight, making them one of the most terrifying forces in the paranormal world.
"Okay, deal," Gao Yazhi immediately agreed.
The zombie appeared in Guizhou Province. Long Shaojun and Gao Yazhi flew to Guiyang and then headed towards the Wumeng Mountains. According to Gao Yazhi, the zombie was roaming the Wumeng Mountains and had already killed nearly a hundred people, three of whom had turned into zombies. The local government had deployed the army, but they were helpless against it and suffered heavy losses. They had to ask their superiors for instructions. She received this mission and had just heard that Long Shaojun had defeated the Ghost Cult and was incredibly powerful. To be more confident in dealing with the zombie, she asked him to take the lead.
Long Shaojun only believed half of what Gao Yazhi said. The zombie was real, but the law enforcement organization was strong enough to deal with it. The purpose of hiring him was to assess his strength. Of course, the ultimate goal was to recruit him into their team. After all, the sudden appearance of an incredibly powerful superhuman who did not belong to any sect would attract the attention of various organizations, but they would not allow him to join a rival organization.
Long Shaojun and Gao Yazhi arrived at Wumeng Mountain in the morning in a Mercedes-Benz. They came to a small town at the foot of Wumeng Mountain, which was under military control and filled with soldiers. The most outrageous sights were heavy weapons such as tanks and rocket launchers.
A lieutenant saw the car stop in front of the town and immediately walked over, saluted, and said, "Gentlemen, this area is under military control. You cannot enter or leave at will. Please show your identification."
Gao Yazhi produced a round badge and showed it to the lieutenant. The lieutenant, perhaps having seen this badge before, immediately saluted and said, "Good day, sir. Commander Li is already waiting for you there. Please come in."
The car slowly drove into the town. Long Shaojun laughed and said, "I didn't expect your law enforcement ranks to be so high. What's your rank?"
Gao Yazhi had already figured out Long Shaojun's background during their time together, and since she hadn't been asked to keep it a secret, she replied, "Colonel."
"Ah, only a colonel? How come your rank is so low? There are so many generals above you who can control you. You have no freedom at all. Look at me, I'm free and comfortable. Nobody can control me. When I see those generals, I can look them sideways with my eyes." Long Shaojun said proudly.
Gao Yazhi, with a haughty air, glared fiercely at Long Shaojun and scoffed, "We law enforcement officers are directly under the jurisdiction of the Central Military Commission. Apart from that, we are not subject to the command of any other department. When handling
matters outside, we are ranked one level higher than any official we meet." "Oh." Long Shaojun nodded and said, "As far as I know, your paranormal research should be a top state secret. Why are you telling me this? Are you going to kill me to silence me if I'm the last one to join?"
Gao
Yazhi glared at Long Shaojun again and said calmly, "If that's the case, would you join us?"
Long Shaojun carefully observed Gao Yazhi's expression, his mind racing. Gao Yazhi's words were a test. He had always been free-spirited and undisciplined; why would he join paranormal research and be bound by such constraints? However, joining paranormal research also had its advantages. It would be equivalent to obtaining a license to kill, and some things would be much easier to do using his status.
After much deliberation, Long Shaojun suddenly thought of cooperation. He could cooperate with the government, like this time, where he was posing as a member of the law enforcement team. Afterwards, he could become a bounty hunter. Since he was using a fake face and a fake name, he could simply not use that identity if he didn't want to cooperate with them. Moreover, he could earn a lot of money. Would the government give him ten million for doing this kind of work if he joined the law enforcement team? So, being a bounty hunter was better—it was both free and lucrative.
Slowly, Long Shaojun said, "I am a bounty hunter, and profit is my primary concern. As long as you can afford the price, I will serve you."
Gao Yazhi's face was completely calm, as if Long Shaojun's answer was within her expectations. She said, "We don't mean to force you to join the law enforcement team, but we don't want to see you do anything detrimental to the country."
Long Shaojun said, "Don't worry, I am a citizen of China, and I still have a sense of patriotism. I would never take on any business that is detrimental to the country and its people."
Seeing that Long Shaojun had made a guarantee, Gao Yazhi didn't bring up the matter again and drove into a courtyard.
The two got out of the car, and a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe approached.
Gao Yazhi introduced, "Mr. Long, this is Daoist Qingping. Daoist Qingping, this is Mr. Long Juesha, a level seven bounty hunter."
Long Shaojun looked at Daoist Qingping. This man was about thirty years old and should be skilled in Taoist arts. His strength had reached the middle level of level six.
Master Qingping was also observing Long Shaojun, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. As a master of supernatural abilities, he immediately understood that Long Shaojun's level of ability far surpassed his own. Long Shaojun was barely twenty years old, yet his cultivation had reached level seven or higher; he wondered why his cultivation had progressed so rapidly. What pleased him, however, was that he was confident in eliminating the zombies and would soon complete the mission.
In the supernatural world, just like in the human world, the strong rule. Facing a master of the upper level seven, Master Qingping immediately abandoned his usual airs and bowed to Long Shaojun, saying, "This humble Daoist Qingping greets Benefactor Long."
Long Shaojun stretched out his hand, releasing a burst of energy that supported Master Qingping, preventing him from bowing any further. He said, "Master Qingping, there's no need for such formality. From now on, we are colleagues, so don't be so formal by calling me 'Benefactor.' Just call me by my name."
Master Qingping, being quite straightforward, immediately straightened up and said, "Alright then, I'll call you Mr. Long from now on."
Long Shaojun nodded, and Gao Yazhi added, "Let's go inside and talk."
The three entered the house, and Long Shaojun looked around. This place, which had originally been the town office, had been temporarily requisitioned by the army; the environment was quite nice.
Sitting on the sofa, Daoist Daoping said, "Let me explain the current situation. This time, we've encountered a formidable opponent. It seems to be a thousand-year-old zombie. Its fur has turned golden, making it impervious to blades and spears, and possessing immense strength. Its claws can pierce through metal and stone; even the armor of a tank can't withstand a single claw. It's incredibly agile, and all its joints have been restored through cultivation, making it almost indistinguishable from an ordinary person. It can glide through the air for short periods, and it's completely unafraid of sunlight, indicating its profound cultivation. I fought it once, and ordinary talismans were completely ineffective against it. Only the strongest demon-suppressing talisman could freeze it for five seconds. Unfortunately, I could only use this talisman three times. If I hadn't escaped quickly, I would have already turned into a zombie. Now, it knows that my demon-suppressing talisman can immobilize it, and it will definitely not let me stick the demon-suppressing talisman on its forehead again."
Gao Yazhi turned her head to look at Long Shaojun.
Long Shaojun thought for a moment and said, "Master Qingping and Miss Gao should team up again to deal with it. Miss Gao can distract it, while Master Qingping can use a demon-suppressing spell to immobilize it. Then, I can handle it. If we can't suppress it, I'll deal with it myself."
Gao Yazhi and Master Qingping's eyes lit up, and they nodded in unison.
Deep in the Wumeng Mountains, Long Shaojun, Gao Yazhi, and Master Qingping sped through the mountains. Of the three, only Long Shaojun could fly, so they had to use a land-based flying technique to travel.
In front of a valley, Master Qingping, who was leading the way, stopped and said, "Be careful, the zombie is in there."
Long Shaojun said, "If you can't immobilize it, retreat to that big tree. I'll hide there and ambush it when the opportunity arises."
Master Qingping nodded, and a paper talisman appeared in his hand. He chanted an incantation, and the talisman burst into flames, transforming into a firebird about one meter long, which spread its wings and flew towards the valley.
Twenty seconds later, a loud bang echoed through the valley, followed by a plume of black smoke and a howl. A golden shadow flew out of the valley, heading towards Long Shaojun and his companions.
Long Shaojun's figure blurred as he used teleportation, disappearing behind a large tree in the distance.
Hidden among the dense foliage, Long Shaojun observed the thousand-year-old zombie that had flown not far from Master Qingping and Gao Yazhi.
This thousand-year-old zombie didn't look as terrifying as the zombies seen in movies; it resembled an ape, except its fur shimmered with gold, its eyes were blue-green, and it had a gaping maw without fangs. Its hands hung at its sides, its fingernails half a foot long, bluish-black, and they were incredibly agile, extending and retracting.
The thousand-year-old zombie recognized Master Qingping and, without pausing in mid-air, launched an attack on Master Qingping and Gao Yazhi. Its hands moved in rapid succession, a golden finger shadow covering a radius of one foot in front of them, accompanied by a hissing sound.
Gao Yazhi murmured, and an energy spear appeared in her hand. The energy of heaven and earth surged towards the spear, its tip emitting a green light that flickered erratically.
With a soft shout, the spear shot out like lightning, transforming into a blur of spear shadows as it met the thousand-year-old zombie's claw shadows.
Master Qingping uttered "Amitabha," and a paper talisman appeared in his hand. He exhaled a puff of white breath onto the talisman, which transformed into a longsword and flew towards the thousand-year-old zombie.
An explosion rang out, and the two sides exchanged hundreds of blows in an instant. Gao Yazhi's spear shadows vanished, and Master Qingping's longsword flew in another direction. Most of the thousand-year-old zombie's claw shadows disappeared, but the remaining claw shadows continued to fly towards Gao Yazhi and Master Qingping.
Gao Yazhi and Daoist Qingping began to retreat. As Gao Yazhi retreated, she unleashed various energy weapons: a broadsword, a longsword, a short dagger, a spinning wheel, a rope, a hammer, and a shield—her mastery of energy was unparalleled, leaving Long Shaojun in awe. He admitted his inferiority in terms of energy manipulation.
Daoist Qingping continued to use paper talismans to defend against the thousand-year-old zombie. Now, the intervals between his white breaths were getting longer, but the power was increasing, finally summoning two bolts of heavenly lightning to bombard the zombie.
The thousand-year-old zombie, having cultivated for a thousand years, possessed immense power. Its claw-like shadows never ceased, forcing Gao Yazhi and Daoist Qingping to retreat repeatedly, emitting smug cackling sounds.
Seeing Gao Yazhi and Daoist Qingping leading the thousand-year-old zombie towards him, Long Shaojun withdrew his consciousness, only peeking at the three through the gaps in the leaves. Simultaneously, he secretly circulated his yang energy, gathering it in his palm, preparing to launch a surprise attack on the thousand-year-old zombie with light energy.
Suddenly, Gao Yazhi, who was retreating, let out a sharp cry. Two vines sprouted from the ground, binding the thousand-year-old zombie's legs. As the zombie hesitated, a surge of energy erupted, transforming into two more vines that bound its arms.
In that instant, Daoist Qingping let out a low shout, spitting blood onto the paper talisman in his hand. The talisman transformed into a beam of white light, shooting towards the thousand-year-old zombie's forehead.
The thousand-year-old zombie's cackling laughter ceased, revealing two fangs about half a foot long. With a flick of its fangs, it deflected the paper talisman.
Seeing that the talisman was ineffective, Gao Yazhi and Daoist Qingping knew that only Long Shaojun could defeat the thousand-year-old zombie. They retreated rapidly, reaching the base of a large tree.
The thousand-year-old zombie's claw shadows surged forth again, enveloping Gao Yazhi and Daoist Qingping.
Seeing the thousand-year-old zombie below, Long Shaojun didn't hesitate any longer. He roared, his voice transforming into a sonic sword that pierced straight at the zombie's head. Instantly, the zombie felt a thunderclap in its ears, causing it to become dizzy.
While the zombie was still stunned, Long Shaojun had already silently appeared behind it, a white-glowing energy sword appearing in his hand, which he thrust towards the zombie.
The zombie hadn't expected a powerful opponent. It felt something in its chest, and looking down, it saw the tip of an energy sword protruding from its chest.
Looking at the broken sword tip, the zombie couldn't believe its eyes. Its invulnerable body had been pierced by this energy sword. The energy contained within the sword was not only incredibly powerful, but it was also a variant of its nemesis, the light energy. Pain spread from its chest throughout its body, and its energy began to drain away.
"Jah!" the zombie roared, its hand lashing out, a blur of claws enveloping Long Shaojun.
"Break!" Long Shaojun spat out a mouthful of energy, forming a talisman in the air, which struck the head of the thousand-year-old zombie first. It was one of the talismans he had stolen from Longhu Mountain—the Demon-Subduing Spell.
"Snap!" The thousand-year-old zombie's claws missed their mark, but its body flew heavily to the ground, rolling several times. Its golden fur dimmed, a trickle of blood hung from its mouth, and blood spurted from its chest and back. Its eyes stared blankly at Long Shaojun, filled with resentment.
Long Shaojun swayed, now standing before the thousand-year-old zombie. His hands moved erratically before him, and a ball of light appeared between them, growing brighter and brighter.
"Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian!" Long Shaojun's voice rang out. The ball of light spun faster and faster, and the energy of heaven and earth began to gather towards it. In an instant, the sky and clouds changed color, and a cold wind blew.
The thousand-year-old zombie also felt the pressure from the ball of light, especially its radiance, which was its nemesis, making it tremble with fear. Normally, it might have been able to withstand it, but now, severely injured and greatly weakened, it was no match for this attack.
Long Shaojun said calmly, "Die!" The ball of light shot out of his hand, flying towards the thousand-year-old zombie, already entering through the hole in its chest.
A muffled thunderous sound resounded within the thousand-year-old zombie's body. Despair appeared on the zombie's face, but suddenly, it grinned and let out a cackling sound. Judging from its expression, it was laughing. Immediately, Long Shaojun knew something was wrong. The thousand-year-old zombie had been hit by the ball of light he had imbued with the energy of the Nine True Words, and its only fate was death. Now that it was laughing, it couldn't be because it could escape, but because it had found a way to take revenge.
"Boom!" The thousand-year-old zombie's body suddenly exploded, its flesh turning into a cloud of blood mist in the explosion, enveloping a space of more than ten feet in radius.
Long Shaojun didn't have time to think. He struck out with his palm, sending Gao Yazhi and Daoist Qingping flying backward, while he himself was surrounded by the blood mist.
Long Shaojun sighed again. He was truly unlucky. He had fought three battles. The first time, he encountered Sikong Lie, who had hidden his ultimate move, "Overlord Fist," and they almost died together. A few days ago, Wei Yeyan used the Soul-Summoning Banner to counterattack before his death, and he almost lost his life. Now, he was trapped by the blood mist from Wei Yeyan's self-destruction. He didn't know if he would be lucky enough to escape again.
The blood mist clung to Long Shaojun's body like maggots, infiltrating his body. The corpse poison it contained was making it difficult for Long Shaojun to resist, corroding his body. The speed of his energy circulation slowed down, his head began to spin, and his body swayed precariously.
Long Shaojun knew he was in trouble. He mustn't faint now, or he would become another zombie.
His mind flashed through all the secret techniques he had ever seen, but there was no way to resolve the current situation. Because the thousand-year-old zombie was pouring all its zombie poison into his body, coupled with the powerful energy from the self-destruction, Long Shaojun couldn't break free from the blood mist's encirclement. The blood mist would slowly seep into his body until the zombie poison spread throughout his entire body, turning him into a zombie.
Long Shaojun felt excruciating pain in his brain, and all sensation in his body had vanished. He immediately realized he was transitioning into a zombie. Terrified, he gritted his teeth, his mind clearing slightly, and began desperately searching for a way to save himself.
The zombie poison had already spread throughout his body. A blood transfusion was impossible, and there was no antidote. All other methods were unfeasible. Thinking this, Long Shaojun was filled with despair. Was he destined to become a zombie, a target for everyone? With his current strength, once he became a zombie, very few could subdue him. He would become a notorious serial killer. No, he absolutely could not become a zombie, Long Shaojun told himself.
In his current state, the only way to avoid becoming a zombie was to die—to self-destruct.
With this thought, Long Shaojun no longer hesitated. If he didn't self-destruct, once he lost consciousness, self-destruction would be impossible.
He silently circulated all the energy in his body, his powerful consciousness sinking into the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest, the center of his body's energy. Under the influence of his consciousness, energy from all parts of his body rapidly flowed to the Tanzhong acupoint, where the energy increased rapidly.
In less than a second, Long Shaojun's entire energy had concentrated in his Tanzhong acupoint. Due to the sheer volume of energy, especially the Yin and Yang energies forcibly drawn back into the Tanzhong acupoint by Long Shaojun's consciousness, the two energies clashed fiercely. The Yin energy was slightly stronger, but the Yang energy was aided by the Five Elements energy. Both were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand, and they began to swirl rapidly. Just as they were locked in this stalemate,
the
dark energy that the zombie had infiltrated Long Shaojun's body surged in. This time, the dark energy immediately gained the upper hand, enveloping the star system formed by the light and Five Elements energy. It slowly began to condense, eventually forming a small, bluish-black sphere suspended in the Tanzhong acupoint.
"Inner Core!" Long Shaojun immediately recognized the small ball in his Tanzhong acupoint. He was overjoyed, yet also filled with sorrow. The Inner Core was formed from condensed energy, something only experts of level eight or higher could achieve. Unfortunately, he had just entered the ranks of level eight experts, yet he had to perish. He had only reached level eight by absorbing the energy of a zombie; even if he successfully became a level eight expert, the world would simply have one more powerful level eight zombie, causing even greater disaster to humanity.
Long Shaojun forcibly entered the Inner Core with his consciousness, using a secret technique to forcefully explode it.
"Boom!" Long Shaojun felt a deafening roar in his brain, and then he lost consciousness.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he awoke from his unconsciousness.
"Are you alright?" A joyful voice called out. Long Shaojun felt himself regaining consciousness, opened his eyes, and saw Gao Yazhi and Daoist Qingping's faces filled with surprise and joy.
In an instant, Long Shaojun felt a surge of warmth in his heart and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."
The two faces stepped back slightly, and Master Qingping said, "Mr. Long, we were truly terrified earlier. You were enveloped in the blood mist formed from the thousand-year-old zombie, and we heard your body making a booming sound, knowing you were self-destructing. We were extremely anxious, wanting to save you but unable to do so. Unexpectedly, after the loud bang, you absorbed the blood mist. Oh, you haven't been poisoned by the zombie, have you? Check quickly; if you have, it will be troublesome."
Long Shaojun nodded. He was also worried that the zombie poison hadn't been completely eliminated, and if it were to erupt one day, it would be disastrous.
As soon as he circulated the energy within his body, Long Shaojun was shocked. He remembered that before his self-destruction, a bluish-black inner core had condensed in his chest's Tanzhong acupoint. Now, when he focused his consciousness there, he couldn't find any trace of the inner core. The place where the inner core was stored was completely empty. His first thought was that he had become a cripple. However, he discovered that the energy in his meridians was still abundant and flowing slowly. With a thought, the energy immediately followed his intention, showing that he could still control the energy within his body.
Long Shaojun had never heard of such a situation before. All cultivators, regardless of their type, had the ability to store energy. Long Shaojun certainly didn't think he didn't have a place to store energy; it must be hidden somewhere else. So, he immediately began searching.
Following the direction of the energy's flow, Long Shaojun was greatly surprised to discover that the source of the energy within his body was actually in his brain. Sinking his consciousness into his brain, Long Shaojun finally found the place where the energy was stored: in the pineal gland of the brain.
Long Shaojun also knew a little about the pineal gland. Legend has it that in ancient times, human power was immense, directly threatening the status of the ancient gods. In the end, the ancient gods fought against humanity, and humanity was defeated. This power was sealed in the brain, forming an untouchable area. Westerners call this area the forbidden zone of God. Through the research and analysis of countless scientists, a conclusion was finally reached that this forbidden zone should be in the pineal gland. Once the energy in the pineal gland is fully released, humans will immediately possess power comparable to that of the ancient gods. However, this is just a legend, because in human history, no one has ever released all the energy in the pineal gland. Whether it is true or not is unknown.
Now, Long Shaojun discovered a bluish-black bead suspended in his pineal gland. Upon seeing it, he was overjoyed. He hadn't expected to turn misfortune into fortune, actually crossing the most difficult stage for superhumans and entering a cultivation level of eight or higher. Reaching level eight or higher for superhumans is what martial artists usually call the Innate Realm. This realm isn't determined by the length of cultivation time. Without a stroke of luck, even a hundred years of cultivation with incredibly powerful internal energy wouldn't allow one to cross that chasm. Below level eight, in combat, all energy relies solely on the energy stored within the body; the amount used is immediately depleted. Perhaps a little energy can be absorbed from the world when using energy, but the rate is too slow to be negligible. Therefore, superhumans below level eight cannot fight for long. Level 8 and above superpowered individuals can absorb vast amounts of energy from the world to replenish their own. The strongest can even directly use this energy to attack their enemies. Coupled with a leap in mental power, the line between Level 8 and Level 7 experts is very clear; they can be considered true powerhouses. From a national perspective, they are like mobile nuclear weapons, something even governments are unwilling to offend. Battles between Level 8 individuals are rare because nuclear weapons against nuclear weapons generally result in mutual destruction. Even when a higher-level Level 8 individual attacks a lower-level Level 8 individual, there's still the risk of a desperate counterattack, a fatal blow. A lower-level Level 8 individual can also injure or even kill a higher-level Level 8 individual. Therefore, in the superpowered world, Level 8 experts rarely engage in direct combat unless they have a deep-seated blood feud; both sides exercise restraint. This relationship is similar to that between major nuclear powers.
Of course, while overjoyed, Long Shaojun was also uneasy, as he had never heard of anyone refining an inner core into their pineal gland. Although an inner core was merely a vessel for containing energy, and placing it anywhere in the body shouldn't cause any problems, it was now stored within what was rumored to be God's forbidden zone. He wondered if there would be any adverse effects. Furthermore, the inner core in Long Shaojun's pineal gland was bluish-black, another new problem. According to what Long Shaojun knew, each of the eight levels of energy had its own color, with bluish-black representing dark energy, which shouldn't be pure; otherwise, it should be pure black. This meant that the inner core was primarily composed of dark energy, which, from a certain perspective, should be evil. He wondered if this would affect his personality.
After a moment's thought, Long Shaojun felt relieved. What was meant to happen would happen; fear was useless. He simply stopped thinking about it. The place here was suitable; he needed to return as soon as possible to study it carefully.
His consciousness withdrew from his body, looking at Gao Yazhi and Daoist Qingping.
Master Qingping asked with concern, "Mr. Long, are you alright?"
Long Shaojun shook his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."
Master Qingping said, "Mr. Long, you're too kind. Speaking of gratitude, we should be thanking you for saving our lives. If you hadn't pushed Miss Gao and me away earlier, we would be zombies now. I never expected this zombie to have such a trick up its sleeve after death. If it weren't for you here today, we would have been doomed."
Gao
Yazhi, standing beside him, also looked at Long Shaojun with gratitude. What had happened earlier was incredibly sudden. Long Shaojun's act of pushing her and Master Qingping away in that instant showed that deep down, he still possessed a certain chivalrous spirit and wasn't as carefree and lecherous as he appeared.
Long Shaojun said, "There's no need for thanks. I took your money, so of course I should do the job. Well, the matter is settled, and I'm going back now. Remember to transfer the remaining amount to my account. I have urgent business to attend to. Goodbye." After saying that, Long Shaojun shot off, leaping more than a hundred meters in the blink of an eye. He touched the ground with his toes and leaped again, disappearing into the towering mountains in a few bounds.
Watching Long Shaojun disappear, Master Qingping asked, "Gao Yazhi, what level do you think Long Juesha's cultivation has reached?"
Gao Yazhi shook her head and said, "When we came here earlier, his cultivation should have been around level seven. Now, I can't say for sure. Perhaps he has reached the upper level of level seven, but I'm not sure."
Master Qingping frowned and said, "I sense that his strength has reached the upper level of level seven. Before, I couldn't detect the energy within him. You know, only those at the mid-level of level seven or above can prevent me from detecting their energy. Now, his cultivation has clearly improved a lot, so I guess his cultivation should be at the upper level of level seven, perhaps even approaching it." "Level 8."
Gao Yazhi said emotionally, "He's reached such a level at such a young age. I really don't know how he cultivated it. There are only a few dozen people at the upper level of level 7 in China. Apart from those dozen or so level 8 experts, he's practically invincible. If he were to do evil, he would cause immense destruction. This person must not be allowed to be absorbed by those evil sects."
Master Qingping and Gao Yazhi had underestimated Long Shaojun's cultivation. The main reason they hadn't classified him as a level 8 or higher expert was because his inner core was hidden in his pineal gland. Even if it weren't for them, even a level 8 expert wouldn't have imagined that such a freak existed in the world, and wouldn't have classified him as a level 8 expert.
A trace of worry appeared on Master Qingping's face. He stretched out his hand, and a cell phone appeared in his hand. He began to report to headquarters.
Long Shaojun was unaware of Master Qingping and Gao Yazhi's concerns. Now his strength had greatly increased, and his body was soaring like lightning. Fortunately, this was a mountainous area with no houses, otherwise, it would have been astonishing.
Currently, Long Shaojun is flying at high speed without showing any signs of energy depletion. The energy of heaven and earth continuously flows into his body. He is using only the energy absorbed from heaven and earth, without drawing upon his own energy. It can be said that at his current speed, he could fly indefinitely. This is one of the differences between level eight and above superpowered individuals and those below level eight.
Long Shaojun found a secluded place, immersing his consciousness into his pineal gland meridian, and began to analyze his inner core.
As his consciousness penetrated his inner core, Long Shaojun immediately saw the star map within. On one side were particles of dark energy, corresponding to spheres of light energy and five-colored energy spheres revolving around them. However, the situation was now dire. Previously, the two groups rotated around a central point; now, the dark energy particles were rotating in the center, while the purple light energy particles, carrying the five-element energy particles, revolved around them. Furthermore, the dark energy particles were nearly twice their previous size. It could be said that dark energy now held absolute dominance in Long Shaojun's energy. This situation was not a good thing. While there were no immediate problems, one day Long Shaojun's thoughts would lean towards the dark side, turning him into a demon.
Right now, Long Shaojun didn't have time to worry about these things. His priority was to continue using only the six energies other than dark energy, as before. Otherwise, the moment he made a move, others would discover he was a dark-attribute ability user, which would be extremely disadvantageous for him.
Fortunately, although the composition of the Gemini star system had changed, the inner core was still under Long Shaojun's control. He easily separated the energy components, able to utilize any one of them, and could also combine the other energies besides dark energy as before. By enveloping the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth with light energy, the power emitted could reach the upper level of level seven, enough to contend with all experts above level eight. Using one of the five elements as a supplement, and supplemented by the others, he could reach the middle level of level seven, also a first-rate expert.
After demonstrating the use of each energy, Long Shaojun stopped with satisfaction and began to ponder what else he needed to cultivate immediately.
Suddenly, Long Shaojun remembered that experts above level eight could fly in the sky. His cultivation had now reached level eight or above, so he should also be able to fly.
Being able to fly with one's physical body was everyone's dream, and since Long Shaojun now had the means, he naturally wanted to put it into practice immediately.
A powerful energy emanated from his feet, propelling Long Shaojun's body upwards until he reached a height of fifty meters above the ground. He hovered there, his internal energy rapidly circulating. Based on his past experience, the faster and more energy he circulated, the lighter his body would become, allowing him to escape Earth's gravity and remain suspended in the air.
Long Shaojun had tried this before when he reached the seventh level of cultivation, but his internal energy circulation was insufficient, and his energy wasn't strong enough. He could only remain suspended in the air for about a minute before inevitably falling back to the ground due to energy depletion. Another issue was that he had to be completely focused on circulating his energy; any distraction would slow down the energy circulation, making it impossible to remain suspended. Therefore, he could only stay in that position for that minute, unable to move.
Now, Long Shaojun's internal energy was abundant and circulated rapidly. Most importantly, he could absorb energy from the world at any time for his own use. Although the energy consumed while suspended in the air was far greater than the rate of absorption, he could sustain himself for a period of time and could use his attention for other tasks.
Long Shaojun hovered in the air, an energy emanating from his back, propelling his body forward. This energy then radiated from various parts of his body, causing him to move freely in the air.
After ten minutes of practice, Long Shaojun could move freely in the air, though his speed was only half of his maximum speed on the ground, which he estimated to be around 100 meters per second.
Five minutes later, Long Shaojun felt his energy begin to deplete. Although he desperately absorbed energy from nature, he couldn't replenish the energy consumed by flying. Seeing his body slowly descending to the ground, Long Shaojun felt helpless. He had only just reached the eighth level, the lower level, and compared to those at the middle or upper levels, his energy reserves and the speed at which he absorbed energy were far inferior. Being able to fly for five minutes, he estimated, meant he could cover a distance of ten to twenty kilometers, which already filled him with elation.

Just
as Long Shaojun was about to descend to the ground, he suddenly sensed something. Looking up, he saw the sky darkening, and a dark cloud gathering above him. Faint flashes of lightning appeared within the cloud. Just as he was wondering what was happening, thunder roared from within the cloud.
Long Shaojun felt a vague unease and immediately began to descend, rapidly flying towards the ground.
"Boom!" Long Shaojun felt a deafening thunderclap above his head, and a powerful energy blasted towards him.
"Not good, it's a heavenly tribulation!" Long Shaojun immediately realized that the heavenly tribulation was aimed at him, who had just reached the eighth level of cultivation. He was very familiar with heavenly tribulations; he loved reading fantasy novels. These novels described how cultivators encountered heavenly tribulations with each advancement in cultivation level. The forms of heavenly tribulations varied, with heavenly lightning being the most common, followed by heavenly fire, earthly fire, icy water, and inner demons. However, at lower levels, heavenly lightning was generally the primary form. Heavenly lightning also came in many forms, varying in power. Of course, against lower-level cultivators, the power of heavenly lightning was much weaker.
However, Long Shaojun thought it was just a legend, never expecting it to befall him. With his knowledge, Long Shaojun had studied heavenly tribulations. To put it simply, a heavenly tribulation occurs when a being's power reaches a state of communion with heaven and earth—the innate realm—allowing them to absorb vast amounts of energy. This naturally attracts lightning strikes or other negative consequences. However, after surviving a heavenly tribulation, the energy within the being undergoes a series of changes, granting them a certain amount of energy for heavenly tribulations. For a certain period, they will not be subject to heavenly tribulations again. But when their power increases again, heavenly tribulations will reappear, and with increasing power, the tribulations become more severe.
Now, Long Shaojun, in order to fly, had absorbed a large amount of energy from his surroundings, especially since the various energies within him were asymmetrical, causing an imbalance in the natural world's energy, resulting in lightning strikes. The target, naturally, was him, the culprit who caused all this.
Sensing something amiss, Long Shaojun struck out with his palm, releasing a burst of wood-elemental energy. An energy shield appeared above his head, meeting the heavenly lightning.
A deafening roar erupted as a powerful force struck the energy shield erected by Long Shaojun, sending him flying sideways and tumbling more than ten times in the air before he was nearly touching the ground.
"Boom!" A second bolt of lightning followed immediately. Long Shaojun didn't have time to react; he opened his mouth, spewing energy out, and another energy shield reappeared above his head.
The energy shield shattered instantly, and the remaining energy struck Long Shaojun's body directly. He screamed in agony, black smoke billowing from his body, his descent uncontrolled as he crashed heavily to the ground, creating a large, human-shaped crater.
The dark clouds in the sky arrived and vanished quickly; after the two bolts of lightning, the clouds disappeared, and the sky returned to clear skies.
It took Long Shaojun a long time to crawl out of the crater. He was a disheveled mess, his clothes riddled with holes, the remaining parts of them a bluish-black, his hair standing on end, looking as if he had just been electrocuted.
Long Shaojun coughed a few times, then suddenly jumped up, pointing at the sky and cursing incessantly. He cursed the heavens from beginning to end before reluctantly stopping and beginning to observe his surroundings.
Long Shaojun was currently in a mountain range, with peaks stretching endlessly to the horizon.
He didn't have time to find his bearings; instead, he began to examine his body. Earlier, he hadn't been able to block the second bolt of lightning, which had struck him directly, filling him with terror as he thought he was dead. Surprisingly, he was unharmed. Upon reflection, he realized that the energy he had exhaled must have neutralized most of the lightning strike; otherwise, he definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand it.
However, despite being struck by lightning, Long Shaojun found himself unexpectedly blessed. On one hand, he felt his physical strength had increased significantly; the electrical energy had cleansed his cells, greatly enhancing their strength. On the other hand, he sensed that the dark blue-green inner core in his pineal gland had grown slightly, and his overall energy had also increased. This discovery filled him with elation.
Long Shaojun immediately sat cross-legged and began to probe the extra energy.
Inside the inner core, besides the dark blue-green energy particles, purple light energy particles, and the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, there was also a white energy. Long Shaojun immediately understood that the white particles must be the lightning's electrical energy.
Long Shaojun began to try to control that energy with his consciousness, but it was extremely stubborn, and he couldn't control it.
Of course, Long Shaojun wouldn't allow an uncontrollable energy within him to remain untouched, so he decided to subdue it.
Long Shaojun's consciousness sank into his inner core, imagining himself shrinking smaller and smaller. Sure enough, he found himself becoming one of those energy particles.
Because electrical energy is a variant of light energy, the two easily merge. With a thought, Long Shaojun directed a purple light energy particle towards the line of white electrical energy particles.
When Long Shaojun guided the light energy particle to attach to that line of white particles, a pushing force came, and the light energy was pushed away. Long Shaojun understood that those white particles had discovered that his light energy particle was a spy, and of course, they wouldn't let it join their ranks.
Undeterred, he again guided the light energy particle towards that side, and another pushing force came, and the light energy particle was knocked away again.
Long Shaojun was very thick-skinned. Although the electrical energy rejected him, he insisted on going towards it. But this time, he was smarter. He began to change the nature of the light energy particle's radiance. After an unknown amount of time, he finally succeeded in turning the purple light energy particle into white, and then moved towards the line of electrical energy. This time, the light energy particle finally joined the line of electrical energy as he wished.
Once inside the energy column, Long Shaojun began to implement his scheme, manipulating the light energy particles to continuously devour electrical energy within the column. For every white particle he absorbed, Long Shaojun would send a light energy particle to occupy its place.
After an unknown amount of time, Long Shaojun felt he had devoured countless energy particles. Looking around, he saw that all the electrical energy had been absorbed by the light energy particles, which had turned a pale purple. Long Shaojun was delighted, knowing that the light energy within his body had become purer. Furthermore, the size of the light energy particles had also increased. Although they still revolved around the dark energy particles, carrying the five elemental energies, the volume ratio between the two had decreased by nearly half. Now, the dark energy particles were approximately twice the size of the light energy particles, but with the assistance of the five elemental energies (metal, wood, water, fire, and earth), the light energy was essentially evenly matched. In addition, within the space between the light and dark energy particles, there were some colorless energies, appearing as a wisp of smoke. These were likely a product of the neutralization of light and dark energy, and could not be used for the time being; they were only used to separate the two energies. With their presence, Long Shaojun was essentially safe from the conflict between the two energies.
Seeing
that everything was complete, Long Shaojun's consciousness slowly withdrew from his meridians, and he regained full consciousness.
Now, Long Shaojun prepared to test the power of the energy mixed with electrical energy.
He pointed and nodded at a large tree in the distance, requiring two people to encircle it. A burst of energy shot out from his finger, not very powerful, just enough to pierce the trunk, according to his estimation.
"Sizzle!" A soft sound rang out, and a small hole the size of a fingertip appeared in the trunk; the tree itself remained unchanged.
Looking at the tree, Long Shaojun was extremely disappointed. The power of the energy mixed with electrical energy had not increased; in fact, it was completely useless.
Just as he was feeling disappointed, the tree suddenly emitted a crackling sound, a burnt smell emanating from it. Its leaves gradually turned yellow, its trunk began to wither, and finally, with a loud "boom!", the entire tree collapsed, turning into a pile of charcoal.
Seeing the sheer power of this single finger strike, Long Shaojun was speechless with astonishment. Normally, turning this tree into charcoal wouldn't have been difficult for him, but it wouldn't have been this simple. It would have required at least a portion of his energy, and this single strike was enough to withstand one or two tenths of his previous power.
Of course, Long Shaojun's power hadn't increased in cultivation level, but rather in its intensity. Furthermore, he was dealing with a tree; electrical energy contains light and fire, making it the nemesis of trees, hence its immense power. If the target were stone, the effect wouldn't be as pronounced. It would be very effective against ordinary people, but against experts, it would only be effective if it struck their body. However, experts wouldn't allow their energy to hit them; in that case, the intensity of the energy would be paramount.
After a long while, Long Shaojun finally came to his senses. He really wanted to test whether he was still afraid of high-voltage electricity, but unfortunately, there was no power source here, so he had to give up for the time being and
wait until he returned to S City. He flew to a high place and extended his consciousness. Now that his cultivation had reached level eight, the range of his consciousness had increased exponentially, allowing him to search everything within a ten-kilometer radius. Within that ten-kilometer radius, as long as he sent out his consciousness, even an ant on the ground could not escape his notice.
After searching the area, he found no signs of human habitation except for a few animals. Long Shaojun flew into the sky again and flew for a while. Now, Long Shaojun felt that his flying speed and distance had increased, reaching a speed of more than two hundred meters per second. He flew for fifty kilometers before he could no longer sustain the speed and fell back to the ground to begin absorbing the energy between heaven and earth.
Two hours later, Long Shaojun had recovered to his peak condition. This was a characteristic of level eight masters—they could directly absorb various types of energy from the world to replenish their own. If it were a level eight or lower ability user, it would take at least a day and a night to replenish such a large amount of energy as Long Shaojun. Long Shaojun achieved this in just two hours, demonstrating the vast difference between level eight masters and those below—at least tenfold.
Next, Long Shaojun began practicing several essential skills for level eight ability users. Besides flight, level eight masters possess several skills different from those below level eight, one of which is instantaneous teleportation. Instantaneous teleportation could be considered a level eight master's trump card; they can traverse hundreds of meters in an instant. Imagine your enemy standing hundreds of meters away one moment, and in the blink of an eye, they are right in front of you. If they were to attack, how many people could withstand that?
Speaking of teleportation, even level six or seven ability users can do it. However, they achieve the effect by unleashing a burst of energy from their entire body, making it a fake instantaneous movement. It consumes too much energy; a level six or seven ability user might only be able to teleport once before consuming more than half of their energy. Moreover, not everyone knows this technique; it requires certain secret methods and is mainly used for escaping and assassination. It can only be used once. For example, the Thousand-Mile Escape technique of the Demonic Sect can be used even by level six ability users, primarily for escaping. It allows them to travel hundreds of meters in an instant, but the user will suffer severe injuries and won't recover for at least a year and a half. (First published on Qidian) In addition, Taoist arts, witchcraft, Western vampires, the Dark Council, and the Holy See also have such secret methods, but all of them come at the cost of physical damage.
However, the teleportation used by an eighth-level expert does not rely on the body's energy, but on mental power. Powerful mental power can break through space and time, allowing an eighth-level expert to instantly reach a place hundreds of meters away. Although it also consumes mental power, it will not be immediately exhausted. If needed, it can be used continuously. Of course, there is a limit, and it cannot be used indefinitely. With Long Shaojun's current cultivation level, he used it ten times and his mental power was completely exhausted. His head was splitting, and he had to meditate to regulate his breathing. This is because he is a heteromorphic fetus and his inner core has been cultivated into the pineal gland meridian. An eighth-level ability user of the same level can only use it five times in a row.
The first ability of experts at level eight and above is their domain. Level six and seven experts, if they possess certain secret techniques, can also form a domain, but it's a fake domain. It relies on their own energy to fill the space around their body, restricting the opponent's movements, and is extremely energy-consuming. Unless they are absolutely certain of victory, or the difference in cultivation levels is significant, they generally wouldn't dare use this method. If the opponent escapes, their internal energy will drastically decrease, and the opponent might seize the opportunity to counterattack. This fake domain is usually used for showing off, overwhelming the opponent with strength, and forcing them to back down.
The domain of an level eight expert, however, is not formed by internal energy, but by spiritual energy. This spiritual energy permeates a certain space outside the body. Within this space, the person who creates the domain is the master. Even level eight experts of the same level dare not easily enter, as their strength will be greatly reduced, putting them at a disadvantage. The only way to counter an opponent's domain is to use their own domain. In essence, the battle between level eight experts has shifted from a contest of internal energy to a contest of spiritual energy.
Therefore, the final and most significant characteristic of an eighth-level master is their incredibly powerful mental strength. It can be said that against lower-level ability users, they don't even need to lift a finger; their mental strength alone is enough to terrify them to death.
Therefore, Long Shaojun had to stop cultivating these three special skills. These life-saving techniques had to be learned immediately; otherwise, if he was unlucky enough to encounter an eighth-level master the next moment, he would die before even beginning his training.
After a day and a night, Long Shaojun finally mastered these three skills. From now on, any further breakthroughs would depend solely on improving his mental strength and enhancing his internal energy.
With a low whistle, Long Shaojun teleported four times in quick succession, already soaring to the summit of a mountain two miles away. This mountain was the highest in the area, offering a panoramic view of endless, towering peaks. Looking at the magnificent mountains, Long Shaojun was filled with excitement. He had finally reached the level that every superhuman dreamed of. From now on, he no longer had to worry about encountering an eighth-level expert and dying in a few moves. The thought of having a group of experts in the world who could easily defeat him was truly frustrating. Now, he could fight them on equal terms, and he no longer had to live with his tail between his legs. How exhilarating! Long Shaojun thought gleefully.
After his exclamation, Long Shaojun let out a long howl, soaring into the sky and flying for over ten kilometers before landing back on the ground. He then began using his land-based flight technique, speeding towards S City
…
Long Shaojun returned to S City at a little past seven in the morning. He went back to the Wanhua Garden villa, picked up his No. 1 cell phone from the bed, and realized that he had been away for three days. He wondered if his wives would be worried about not being able to find him, so he quickly called Wei Yuyan's cell phone.
Wei Yuyan's surprised voice came through the phone: "Shaojun, why did you disappear for days without a word? We've been looking for you! Where did you go?"
Long Shaojun replied, "I'm sorry, I went out to take care of some business. I thought I'd be back in a day, but it took three days. From now on, I'll definitely report to you before I go out."
Wei Yuyan, who had been a little angry, calmed down upon hearing Long Shaojun's words and said, "It's good that you're back. Where are you?"
Long Shaojun said, "I'm at school. If I have time, I'll go to Yuruixiang Company. Um, how are Sister Zhang and Biyue?"
Wei Yuyan said, "It's a wonder you still remember Sister Zhang and Biyue. Sister Zhang is here, and Biyue lives here too. You ruined their reputation and then disappeared. We thought you had absconded to avoid punishment. Biyue has been unable to eat or drink these past few days and has lost weight." Just as she finished speaking, He Biyue's protest came from the side.
Long Shaojun laughed, "How could that be? Even if I were to flee to escape punishment, I wouldn't feel at ease without you all, my dear wives and children. Heh, heh, it was my fault this time. Tonight, I'll make it up to you all and make up for the losses of the past few days."
As soon as Long Shaojun finished speaking, he heard the reproachful voices of Wei Yuyan, Zhang Lijia, and He Biyue from the other end
of the line. After chatting intimately with his three wives for a while, making them laugh, Long Shaojun hung up the phone. He took a shower, changed his clothes, and thought about his three delinquent roommates. He had used them a few days ago and then kicked them aside. He wondered how many days they had been brooding over it. Heh, heh, those three guys dared to deliberately oppose him. They should be taught a lesson. But he needed a reason. What reason? Right, "No pain, no gain." He would use that saying to teach them a lesson. Long Shaojun thought maliciously. Not far away, the three delinquent students in room 1414 of F University suddenly shivered, feeling a sense of impending doom.
Upon entering the dormitory, Wang Yusheng, Cui Li, and Yang Deqi were already up. Cui Li and Yang Deqi were meditating on their beds, while Wang Yusheng stood in the room, practicing.
Long Shaojun observed closely and saw that Wang Yusheng and the others were indeed working very hard, exceeding his expectations. In just one week, Wang Yusheng had absorbed nearly half of the power he had imparted, reaching the upper level of the first tier. Cui Li and Yang Deqi, on the other hand, already had a certain foundation, approaching the lower level of the first tier.
Wang Yusheng was only practicing his punches and kicks in the small space of the dormitory. Although the dormitory wasn't large, he moved with great force, his palms emitting a faint yellow hue, a manifestation of his metal-type ability.
Just as Wang Yusheng threw a punch, Long Shaojun suddenly swayed, appearing in front of him and grabbing Wang Yusheng's fist.
Startled, Wang Yusheng withdrew his hand and instead pecked at Long Shaojun's pulse point.
Long Shaojun withdrew his hand, then reached out again, grabbing Wang Yusheng's wrist and twisting it backwards.
"Ah, it's boss! I surrender! Please stop squeezing me! My bones are broken!" Wang Yusheng's pig-like screams immediately rang out.
Long Shaojun released a burst of energy, forming a domain in the room, silencing Wang Yusheng's screams outside.
After setting up the domain, a wicked smile appeared on Long Shaojun's face, and he began to unleash a barrage of punches and kicks on Wang Yusheng, each blow landing with brutal force, causing Wang Yusheng to howl and scream, yelling at his boss for abusing his underling.
While relentlessly beating him, Long Shaojun shouted, "What is abuse? If you want to beat someone, you must first learn to be beaten. The more I beat you now, the more you can beat others later! Remember, only by enduring hardship can you rise above others!"
Wang Yusheng was utterly speechless, only able to dodge and flee for his life. Finally, Long Shaojun delivered a powerful punch to his abdomen, causing him to stagger forward. Then, another punch to his chin sent him flying, crashing into the energy wall and sliding to the ground, groaning in pain.
Long Shaojun strode in front of him, kicked out, and roared, "Get up! Stop playing dead! If you want to learn real kung fu, get up! Treat me like your father's killer and fight!"
Wang Yusheng shuddered and instantly shot up like he'd taken a lion pill, launching a frenzied attack on Long Shaojun.
Long Shaojun didn't retaliate, only dodging and occasionally mocking Wang Yusheng for his slow punches, outdated techniques, and dull mind, rendering Wang Yusheng utterly useless. Enraged, Long
Shaojun's attacks became even more ferocious. After a long while, Wang Yusheng finally exhausted his explosive power, lying there panting heavily, motionless. No matter how Long Shaojun hit, kicked, mocked, or tormented him, he only trembled slightly and made protesting groans, remaining still.
Long Shaojun knew he had reached his limit, and a surge of metal energy flowed into his body, saying, "Get up, sit cross-legged, and absorb the energy I'm transferring to you!"
With the healing energy from Long Shaojun, Wang Yusheng recovered somewhat and immediately sat up, beginning to meditate and regulate his breathing.
Long Shaojun looked at the meditating Wang Yusheng with satisfaction, then slowly turned his head to look at the two delinquents pretending to be in meditation. Although they acted convincingly, their bodies trembled slightly, and their teeth chattered softly.
Looking at his two lackeys, Long Shaojun's lips curled into a wicked smile that spread across his face.
Ten seconds later, the pitiful screams of Cui Li and Yang Deqi echoed from the dormitory, lingering for days.
After thoroughly ravaging his two underlings, he channeled a wisp of energy into them to heal their injuries, then had them meditate in the dormitory before Long Shaojun strode out.
Walking along the school road, Long Shaojun felt an immense sense of exhilaration. From now on, he could legitimately beat those three delinquents to a pulp. The thought of them howling and running for their lives under his fists filled him with inexplicable excitement. This was also the method he had devised to quickly improve his three underlings' cultivation levels. He needed laborers and thugs, and these three were his first choice. It would be a miracle if they didn't suffer.
As Long Shaojun strolled leisurely through the school, a soft laugh drifted over. The sound was clear, melodious, and incredibly soothing. Long Shaojun's spirits lifted, for he knew who uttered that laughter—it was He Lisha, one of the school's four beauties.
A few more soft laughs followed, also from girls, presumably He Lisha's classmates.

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