The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 503: The Zombie with Memories from its Past Life_1

Chapter 503: Chapter 503: The Zombie with Memories from its Past Life_1

Inside the stone chamber, several people and a golden robed, awfully domineering corpse were confronting each other none of them moving.

The Third Elder was extremely angered to see Zhang Xian not make any moves. However, he found himself helpless against Zhang Xian, whose mysterious strength kept him on his toes.

"Is this guy really powerful?" The Evil Cultivator too was taken aback.

The Corpse which dismissed Innate masters found itself under pressure only when interacting with Zhang Xian. The hesitance to launch an attack was beyond its expectations.

"Is that...is that the Corpse?" Both the young man and Lai Zi, standing at the entrance, were trembling involuntarily.

Although the corpse standing on the coffin was not disgusting, and in fact quite handsome, its face was pale, expressionless, with long fingernails and two canine teeth. Undoubtedly, the daunting aura from the Corpse was terrifying to them. If the Corpse weren’t showing some fear of Zhang Xian, they might have fled long ago.

"Can you understand what I’m saying?" Zhang Xian asked, looking at the corpse.

The Evil Cultivator was exasperated at this situation.

Even the Third Elder and others showed disdain on their faces. Although the corpse in front of them had developed some independent thought, it couldn’t understand human language. At this point, it had surpassed the realm of mankind.

The corpse looked at Zhang Xian without any response.

"It looks like you cannot understand human language," said Zhang Xian, "I must admit, this complicates things! I was planning on persuading you to surrender."

The Evil Cultivator looked at Zhang Xian with a weird expression. Persuading a corpse to surrender was something he had never heard of before.

The Third Elder and others were at a loss for words for Zhang Xian. They have seen the foolish, but never seen anyone this foolhardy. This guy actually thought of negotiating with the Corpse.

"Roar..." The Corpse suddenly growled low, its hands dancing angrily in the air.

Zhang Xian’s eyes lit up on seeing this. It really could understand his words; only it didn’t know how to reply. In other words, its speech function had already degraded.

"What?" The Evil Cultivator was aghast.

The Third Elder and others were also stunned. The Corpse was indeed responding to Zhang Xian, even though they couldn’t understand what its so-called response signified.

"Are you angry?" Zhang Xian laughed and prepared to attack.

The Corpse in front of him might have developed independent thought, but communicating with it wasn’t feasible. The only solution was to intimidate the corpse into surrendering.

The Corpse signalled once again, continually thumping its chest, making dull sounds.

"Damn..." Zhang Xian immediately retreated a step.

The fact that a Corpse could develop an independent thought wasn’t anything strange. However, the Corpse before him was not just able to think independently; it had developed intelligence.

That is to say, the Corpse could now reason and make judgments.

"How...how is this possible?" The Evil Cultivator was astounded by the situation before him.

Zhang Xian looked at the Corpse and asked, "Can you really understand what I am saying?"

With a moment’s hesitation, the Corpse nodded.

"Er..." Zhang Xian rubbed his nose and then said, "Well, since you can understand what I’m saying, it will be easier! I have to admit, your power is impressive, but you are no match for me. There are two paths in front of you. One is to follow me, and the other is to perish. You must make a choice."

"Roar..."

The Corpse swung its arms and incessantly beat its chest.

"Disobedient?" Zhang Xian gave a cold smile and struck, aiming his clenched fist at the Corpse’s chest, "Just because they can’t beat you doesn’t mean I can’t."

The Corpse didn’t back down but advanced, neglecting Zhang Xian’s attack and slapped towards Zhang Xian’s head.

"Humph..." Zhang Xian snorted coldly. The spiritual power within him quickly flowed into his left hand and tightened his right fist.

When the Corpse’s arm swept towards him, he blocked with his left hand, took a step forward with his right foot, and with a twist of his waist, his right fist, with a powerful force, fiercely struck the Corpse’s chest.

"Bang..." The Corpse was flung backward, making a large pit in the stone wall behind him.

Zhang Xian was thrown away by the Corpse’s arm, and after spinning twice in mid-air, he landed steadily on the ground, "Your strength is considerable, but I am stronger than you."

"This..." The Third Elder’s pupils contracted.

He had fought the Corpse before, but his strength was nowhere enough to shake its ’Iron-Body’. How could a young fellow be able to send the Corpse flying with just a punch?

"Damn..." The middle-aged men holding the iron chain were jerked forward by the yanking chain, landing embarrassingly on the ground, their eyes filled with astonishment.

A young guy in his twenties could beat the Corpse stronger than an Innate master? Did the fellow before them have the strength exceeding an Innate master, a legendary Grandmaster?

"That’s impossible." The Third Elder’s head was shaking like a drum.

If Zhang Xian was an Innate master, although he wouldn’t believe it, he could barely accept it. But Grandmaster, that’s absolutely impossible.

Back in the day, their Nangong family had produced a genius, now the Elder. He stepped into the Innate realm at 35. But after entering the Innate realm, the elder’s progress had evidently slowed down. Now, after more than forty years, their elder had just touched the threshold of the Grandmaster. The guy in front of them, how could he possibly be a Grandmaster?

"Roar..."

The Corpse let out an angry roar and rushed toward Zhang Xian again.

"Ha ha! Good job." Zhang Xian laughed, not retreating but advancing, and met the Corpse head-on.

Ever since he had broken through to the Sixth Layer of Body Tempering, he hadn’t found any worthy opponent, nor had the need to use his full strength. The Corpse before his eyes was deserving enough for him to unleash all his power.

"Thump...Thump..."

One man and one corpse, they alternated between attacks and defenses, launching their strongest offensive in the stone room, making it difficult to discern who was winning.

Under their battle, the original somewhat orderly stone room was suddenly subjected to large-scale destruction. There were humanoid craters on the walls, all smashed out by the Zombies.

"Damn, are they trying to demolish this stone room?" the young man exclaimed in surprise.

The corner of the Evil Cultivator’s mouth twitched unnaturally, he quickly said, "Let’s go, let’s get out of here, if they keep fighting, this place is going to cave in."

"Go, let’s get out of here." Lai Zi turned around and ran off.

The strength of Zhang Xian and the huge dumpling-shaped zombie was too great, even if they were not directly hitting the stone wall, they could still manage to create a large pit. If they continued to behave this way, the fragile stone room might not stand it.

"Let’s move." The Third Elder, unable to believe what he had just witnessed, turned around and ran off after casting a glance at Zhang Xian.

This visit was intended to cause trouble for Zhang Xian, to avenge the Second Elder, and to bring Nangong Wu back in the process. The reasons for their coming here were merely coincidental.

Now, he has no intention of further seeking trouble with Zhang Xian, nor does he have the nerve. In the Nangong Family, the only one who might be able to handle Zhang Xian is the Grand Elder, but only after breaking through to the next level.

"Thump... Thump..."

Just shortly after everyone had left, the entire slope suddenly descended, sending dust flying all around.

"Damn, good thing we ran fast."

Looking at the scene in front of them, the young man and Lai Zi’s legs went weak. The battle between Zhang Xian and the Zombie actually collapsed the ancient tomb.

The Evil Cultivator furrowed his brows and asked, "Zhang Xian should be okay, right?"

The young man and Lai Zi shook their heads, their eyes fixed steadfastly on the large pit not far away. Even the stone room had caved in, Zhang Xian, being underneath, was presumably in a tight spot. The Zombie was mighty and impenetrable, but Zhang Xian was not.

"Did this guy actually buy the farm?" The Third Elder, watching the large pit, harbored a sliver of hope in his heart.

If Zhang Xian was really done for, it would save the Nangong Family a lot of trouble. But if Zhang Xian should survive, the Nangong Family could face yet another formidable opponent.

A few other middle-aged men also stared at the large pit, a look of shock in their eyes. Collapsing such a stone room, how great must their strength be? Moreover, their destruction was indirect, not a single punch was directly aimed at the stone wall, which would make their power much weaker.

"Thump..."

Suddenly, a figure shot out from the large pit and landed firmly on the mountainside. "Damn, your power is stronger than I imagined."

"Roar..."

Another figure shot out, that big dumpling-shaped guy.

But at this moment, the dumpling-shaped guy was no longer as fearsome as before, he appeared somewhat distressed.

"No problems whatsoever?" Seeing Zhang Xian leap out and laugh so happily, the Third Elder was easily the most frustrated of them all.

Such a big commotion and it didn’t inflict any damage on Zhang Xian whatsoever.

"Damn, you..." The Evil Cultivator, the young man, and Lai Zi were all relieved to see Zhang Xian unscathed. At the same time, they were once again astounded by his strength.

This guy, he can’t even be described as human anymore.

"You should be well aware of my power by now, if we keep fighting, there’s only one outcome for you - death." Zhang Xian said, "Follow me, and you might find a whole new world."

The Zombie looked at Zhang Xian for a while, then finally lowered his head, choosing to surrender. The opponent was strong, very strong.

"Very good! I’m pleased!"

Zhang Xian nodded in satisfaction and turned to the Evil Cultivator, saying, "Brother, I’ll leave this Zombie to you. But, don’t treat him the same way you’d treat the others."

"Hand...hand him over to me?" The Evil Cultivator asked in surprise.

Zhang Xian said, "If not you, then who? I don’t raise zombies, do you expect me to let him drink blood every day?"

The Evil Cultivator swallowed and replied, "I have to admit, I really want to, but I can’t handle it. If this guy resists, he can kill me in a minute."

"Don’t worry, he won’t kill you, as long as you don’t go too far." Zhang Xian said, "This guy, he’s already gained wisdom, he knows perfectly well what his situation is."

Upon hearing this, the Evil Cultivator looked at the Zombie.

The Zombie was also looking at the Evil Cultivator, but did not show any reaction.

"I’m under pressure." The Evil Cultivator said, "I feel like this guy looks down on me, he could kill me at any moment."

Zhang Xian said, "No problem, you take him to Lingxiao Villa. If he dares to harm you, I dare to kill him. When a Zombie dies, it’s truly obliterated."

Looking at Zhang Xian, the Zombie shivered noticeably. Indeed, when Zombies die, it is a true death, a total disappearance.

"Okay!" The Evil Cultivator nodded and agreed.

Zhang Xian glanced around, looking at the Zombie, and asked, "I’m really curious, Zombies generally wouldn’t gain consciousness this early, why do you have wisdom? And why so much of it?"

The Zombie raised his hand and pointed at the large pit.

Zhang Xian turned his head, his consciousness penetrating into it. After examining it, his complexion changed slightly. This Zombie is not as simple as just gaining wisdom, it even possesses memories of its past life. That is to say, apart from having an unsightly face and not being able to speak, its cognitive abilities are no different from a normal person, and it can even recall things from its previous life.