Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 451

Ling Yanyan glanced at the room; the things inside were damaged. He turned and walked out.

The group left the town in a grand procession and continued their journey in search of their master.

Ling Yanyan walked at the back of the group, his eyes lowered.

The power he just used is called the power of thunder. He has cultivated the fourth level, which is also the second stage, of the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique.

The power of thunder can absorb energy of any type, including demons and evil spirits.

In that instant, Ling Yan Yan absorbed five hundred years of resentment, and his power also increased to the level of five hundred years.

Ling Yanyan recalled the original owner's memories; their master seemed to have the surname Qian.

He had heard that Qian Kai was a disciple of the demonic path who liked to do things that defied common sense.

Not only that, Qian Kai also enjoyed torturing and killing young girls, burying them alive or burning them.

Ling Yanyan couldn't help but frown.

He didn't want the money to be spent, lest it ruin their plans.

Along the way, everyone was discussing Qian Kai's various misdeeds.

They were filled with hatred for Qian Kai; if it weren't for him, they would have been reunited long ago.

Ling Yanyan remained silent, listening quietly to their discussion.

Finally, they arrived at a temple carved from a giant stone.

Above the temple are three characters: Wanfo Temple.

Ling Yanyan raised an eyebrow. He vaguely felt that the address was familiar, as if it were the hometown of an old friend.

Regardless, this was the only place where he had ever seen his master, and he had to go and see it.

“This should be Wanfo Temple,” Ling Yanyan said.

Everyone immediately became excited and rushed inside… “Wait!” Ling Yanyan stopped one of them.

"determine."

The old man pondered for a moment: "Our Wanfo Temple has never accepted disciples, nor does it need any, and we have no intention of accepting anyone. You may go back."

"Senior, are you worried about my identity? Are you afraid I'm a spy?" Ling Yanyan chuckled softly, "If I were a spy, I wouldn't be standing here today. I would be hiding and ambushing you."

The old man narrowed his eyes: "All I know is that our Wanfo Temple doesn't accept outsiders, unless they are destined to be there." Ling Yanyan was slightly taken aback. Could it really be because of this?

“I don’t believe in fate, I only believe in strength,” Ling Yanyan slowly uttered. “Senior, let’s have a fight. If I win, I will stay here. If I lose, I will leave immediately.”

"Hahaha!" The old man laughed loudly, "Interesting, you certainly have courage."

"Then let this junior witness your strength, senior!" Ling Yanyan said as he charged forward.

The two of them fought together instantly.

This old man is very powerful, much stronger than any human Ling Yanyan had encountered before.

Ling Yanyan thought she could defeat him with her own strength, but she didn't expect his attack to be so fierce.

Moreover, his speed was extremely fast, and each attack seemed to be predicted.

Ling Yanyan couldn't help but be surprised. Just how powerful was this old man?

"Young man, you're quite strong, managing to fight me for so long." The old man laughed heartily. "What a pity, what a pity, you're still no match for me."

"Is that so?" Ling Yanyan's lips curled into a smile, and his eyes turned golden.

A faint light emanated from his body, and a powerful aura spread out.

"Huh?" The old man suddenly froze. "What is this?"

Ling Yanyan didn't say anything, but instead punched the old man directly.

Caught off guard, the old man was punched in the shoulder by Ling Yanyan, and immediately groaned and staggered back several steps.

His shoulder was smashed and bleeding profusely.

"How is this possible...you..." The old man's face was filled with shock, "You have actually reached the Innate Realm!"

"I never expected you to be a Martial King!" Ling Yanyan smiled. "I also never expected you to be a Martial Venerable." "Who exactly are you?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

"I am Ling Yanyan." Ling Yanyan said, and once again threw a punch at the old man.