Chapter 39 Gift
Qianhe could even see that Zhang Chu wanted revenge, but what could he do?

Persuade Zhang Chu not to seek revenge?
That's a bit too ridiculous. How can the hatred for the murder of one's teacher be let go by persuasion?

What's more, Qianhe had already vaguely felt that Zhang Chu had cultivated his magical powers again.

How strong must the will be for a person who can cultivate again after his magic power is wasted?

Just as Uncle Nine Lin Fengjiao favors his two apprentices, doesn't he know that his apprentices are wrong?
If truth is useful, what is the use of strength?
"Is there anything you need my help with right now?"

After a long silence, Taoist Qianhe finally asked.

No matter what, Zhang Chu is the only successor of Shi Jian's lineage. If he can help, Qianhe will definitely help!
He may not be able to help with big things, but he may be able to help with small things.

"My skills are incomplete!"

Zhang Chu said this in a suffocating tone.

"I can't help you with this!"

Qianzuru was silent for a moment, then spoke weakly.

Everything else could be discussed, except for the matter of the martial arts technique, which he really had no idea how to deal with.

How can a Maoshan abandoned disciple practice the Maoshan Dharma?

This time, he met him, and he could just pretend he didn't see it.

But what if I meet other Maoshan disciples?
Therefore, Qianhe looked at Zhang Chu with some concern.

"I'm not practicing the Maoshan Orthodox Way!"

Looking at Qianhe's appearance, Zhang Chu understood what Qianhe was thinking, "I am practicing the Heavenly Corpse Art!"

"what!"

Qianhe was so shocked that he stood up. He finally understood why he felt a faint smell of corpse on Zhang Chu's body.

The Heavenly Corpse Art, which uses corpse qi to transform into the foundation of mana seeds, is considered a magic technique. The most important thing is, "Don't you know that those who practice the Heavenly Corpse Art have no good end?"

"Either they turned into zombies without intelligence, or they were killed by cultivators!"

"Do I have a choice?"

Zhang Chu raised his head and asked back with his neck stiff.

Qianhe was silent for a moment.

Zhang Chu really had no choice. His magic power was destroyed, which meant that his foundation was damaged and it was impossible to rebuild it.

If you want to rebuild it, you have to find another way.

However, Qianhe did not expect that Zhang Chu would be so extreme and actually practiced the Heavenly Corpse Art.

"Ugh!"

Qianhe sighed, but his body became more hunched, "Let's take a rest first!"

Ordinary Maoshan disciples do not have the Heavenly Corpse Art, but they do have the true Maoshan tradition, which they need to refer to when driving corpses.

Looking at the figure of Taoist Qianhe, Zhang Chu's pale face changed moodily under the candlelight, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Silent all night.

As soon as the sky brightened in the morning, the guards in the courtyard of the charity cemetery had already begun to prepare. It was time for them to set off.

The old prince's body must be sent to the dragon's birthplace as soon as possible.

Zhang Chu heard the noise and looked at the copper-horned golden coffin emitting a faint smell of corpse, and his heart suddenly moved slightly.

The strength of the royal zombie is probably no less than that of the bronze-armored zombie. If he gets it, it will definitely be a step up.

With the bronze-armored corpse in hand, he can run rampant in the Liancheng world and has the ability to protect himself in the zombie world.

The only thing that worried him was that he was not sure he could subdue the Bronze-Armored Corpse, even with the Corpse King Banner.

His magical powers are not at that level.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

There was a knock on the door, and when I opened it, I saw Taoist Chizuru with dark circles under his eyes.

It was obvious that he had not slept all night either.

"for you!"

Looking at Zhang Chu standing in front of him, Taoist Qianhe handed a book to Zhang Chu, "This is what I wrote last night!"

"After that, just take care of yourself!"

Zhang Chu subconsciously took the book with the ink still wet. He was very familiar with the contents on it, as it was the Heavenly Corpse Art that he was practicing.

"The technique is not complete," Taoist Qianhe said calmly as he looked at Zhang Chu checking the book in his hand, "You can only practice it until your foundation is complete!"

"The rest depends on your luck!"

With his authority, he can only see the techniques of the foundation-building realm. As for the techniques of higher realms?

Not to mention that he didn't have it, even if he did, it wouldn't be something that could be recorded in just one night.

What's more, he didn't think that Zhang Chu could cultivate to the level of perfect foundation building.

It is extremely difficult to cultivate the Heavenly Corpse Art to the perfection of the Condensation Realm.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Chu held the martial arts in his hand and thanked sincerely.

Taoist Priest Qianhe simply waved his hand and set off with the prepared convoy.

Qianhe is the only Maoshan Taoist priest Zhang Chu meets who has good intentions towards Shi Jian.

It would be a pity if the royal zombies died.

At this moment, he was struggling in his heart over whether he should remind Taoist Qianhe.

But, how to say it?

Should I tell him that this is your death?

Isn't this funny?

What's more, Taoist Qianhe has already gone far away, he can't catch up with him, right?
Looking at the Heavenly Corpse Art in front of him, Zhang Chu made a decision in his heart. He stood up and walked out of the room.

I finally met a Maoshan Taoist priest who was kind to Shi Jian's lineage. I can't just die like this.

Perhaps, the subsequent skills of the Heavenly Corpse Art will still require the help of Taoist Qianhe.

Zhang Chu, wearing a long robe and riding a bicycle, quickly caught up following the tire tracks.

Taoist Qianhe and his companions did not move quickly. Apart from the golden-horned bronze coffin which was pulled by a carriage and the young prince who was sitting in the carriage, the rest of the people were on foot.

What's more, they didn't walk for long at all. Zhang Chu was riding the bicycle and pedaling very fast all the way.

A team escorting zombies was moving forward silently. Something dirty happened last night. The royal family and Taoist Qianhe and his men were really clearly separated and no one paid any attention to each other.

"Master,"

Jiang Dong, the eldest disciple of Qianhe Daoist, who was walking beside the copper-horned golden coffin, was somewhat puzzled. "You seem to know the Daoist brother from Yizhuang?"

"Why so much talk?"

Qian He glared at Jiang Dong and said, "Just hurry up!"

"Yes, Master!"

Jiang Dong didn't dare to say much.

He knew very well how strict his master was.

The right thing to do is not to ask questions that you shouldn’t ask.

"The matter of Yizhuang,"

Qian He looked at his four disciples and said in a deep voice, "Just pretend we have never met before!"

"Especially when you meet other Maoshan fellows, you can't say too much!"

"do you understand?"

He could let go of Shi Jian's lineage, but other Maoshan disciples, especially those who had grudges against Shi Jian, might not let Zhang Chu go.

In particular, Zhang Chu also practiced the Heavenly Corpse Art.

He really didn't know whether it was right or not to give the foundation-building realm skills to Zhang Chu.

"Yes, Master!"

Although they didn't know why the master asked them to do so, the four of them still answered with utmost solemnity and kept it firmly in mind.

They have great respect for their master and are even willing to sacrifice their lives for him.

It was as if the royal zombies were obviously unstoppable, but none of these four people escaped. They continued to cooperate with Taoist Qianhe to subdue the zombies.

"Wait a moment!"

While they were on the road, a voice came from behind and the people in the convoy immediately became alert.

Taoist Qianhe looked at the visitor with some confusion.

(End of this chapter)