Zombie Evolution Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Just You Wait For My Revenge!

After finis.h.i.+ng the quick magical pouch cleanup, Zhang Yang decided to check out if the robe of w.a.n.g Yao held anything. So to save some trouble, he uses his spiritual sense, finding the black bottle that w.a.n.g Yao used on the fatty's eyes.

He took a smell from it, as he inhaled, a fresh, gra.s.sy smell blew into his nose, clouding his mind to see an open meadow.

Zhang Yang takes the dropper, holding it above the eyebrow and squeezed. He didn't want it in his eyes, just above the eyebrow would be enough so he could see what was reflected from the blue liquid.

Weak, royal blue water blew over his vision, muddling as if just woken from sleep, but it wasn't blurry as it covered the layers of his eye. It instead, raised all his visibility senses, Zhang Yang felt that the farthest thing could look as clear as water right now, all was in his view without the spiritual sense. Zhang Yang would go to let the droplet completely disperse into his eye.

"W-What is this water?! It's amazing!!" Zhang Yang spills his enthusiasm as this could totally replace his spiritual sense, but just not in a 3-dimensional domain. The dose he used was quite meager too, meaning it could last for a while. It expanded Zhang Yang's range of view beyond that of the spiritual sense, or more so heightened it. He supposes earlier, the fatty using this thing allowed his Invisibility Talisman to render useless.

Being a zombie, his vision turned adapted to that of a nocturnal beast. But despite that, Zhang Yang's vision wasn't exactly ultimate. He could definitely cover a better range with this new field of vision, without wasting any spiritual power.

Now, with the a.s.sistance of the royal blue water, he wandered off and soon trailed off outside the forest, taking glances at the open hills and mountains, a waterfall in the distance was cras.h.i.+ng down to a lake with enough pressure to decimate Zhang Yang's undead body.

"This world is… f.u.c.king beautiful" Zhang Yang cursed, thinking back to how his old world's environmental situation was rather plagued from all the lumber usage.

But the droplet's effect didn't last long, soon, his eyes reverted back to the hazy state that was used to see prior. It's not like Zhang Yang needed gla.s.ses, just focusing on a far distance with his sight at his current level would cause his eyes to run.

He was going to carve this beautiful nature scene into his mind, but it lasted for only awhile before diminis.h.i.+ng to a normal blur.

"I don't know what this water is, but I'm sure this is what caused the fatty to see through my talisman. If that's not it, then I don't see how that fatty would find me. This would've been a time saver in my old world…"

"What a shame… w.a.n.g Yao only held this much" He wiggled the bottle, staring deeply as the water inside was rather runny and splashed against the translucent container. Zhang Yang sounded like a greedy debt collector right now.

"Wait…why doesn't anyone else have a magical sack? It seems only w.a.n.g Yao held one. Perhaps they were too poor??' Zhang Yang fusses over the matter, why didn't the others have any of these interspatial spatial pouches?

If perhaps any of these cultivators had heard Zhang Yang, they would be coughing up blood. These inner spatial pouches were incredibly expensive items, belonging to royals and precious disciples of famous clans or sects. It wasn't something a commoner could even dream of seeing, let alone touch.

A sect like the LaoShan sect can only afford to provide these pouches for inner disciples, even though they were one of the biggest sects around these regions, expanding for a thousand years.  The Taoists who are outsider disciples don't deserve to have it, too.

The Corpse Refining Sect, on the other hand, used their coffins to carry items. Instead of taking a look at things, he would just start bagging these coffins into his pouch.

Zhang Yang currently owns three pouches, since he could not hold a pouch inside a pouch, he just carried three on his body.

In total, one coffin can only fit into one pouch. He was deciding on which to pick from. (Can't he just place things inside the coffins to save room? o.o -the one)

So Zhang Yang picked from the leaders, w.a.n.g Yao, Zhang Jun, Zhao Da Lu', all of their coffins were completely engulfed into the s.p.a.ce within the pouches.

He buries the rest of the coffin, in a spot near the cave in case he wanted to get things from it in the future.

Zhang Yang might've won this battle, but he's still yet to have won the war. This? This was just a meager battle squadron from the Corpse Refining Sect, he needed to leave tonight because if anymore from their sect comes, it would become catastrophic for Zhang Yang, this Yin Spring was also sure to attract more greedy people and creatures in the future.

It was still super sunny outside, so Zhang Yang had to wait, the cave excreting ma.s.sive amounts of Yin Qi in a 10 mile coverage, as he waited 2 hours until the sun set and the night raised.

As Zhang Yang left his establishment, he made a vow to himself and to the Corpse Refining Sect.

"Corpse Refining Sect! You have truly angered me, I'll come back stronger, strong enough to crush your whole sect! You guys better pray to your ancestors that you don't meet me when I get stronger! If it's a woman, I will f.u.c.k it and then drink her, If a man, I will commit manslaughter, no! That would be too easy, I shall make your sect males f.u.c.k a beast, then drink him. Or the beast could do it itself, you're now trash in my eyes. I shall not forget this swear!"

"Wanting my cave now? Then I'll kill you eventually, in the worst way possible, making you fools remember the torture of committing indecent acts to the end."

Zhang Yang starts to laugh uncontrollably, thinking about how his evil thoughts have expanded this far from humanity.

The Corpse Refining Sect, the thousand year old evil sect, will not know today, but in the future, they'll learn the horrible results of angering such a zombie. Even the heavens couldn't save this sect from the horrible events that will occur. The precious foundation of a thousand year old sect will be rendered out soon, by this one zombie that they just shouldn't have offended.

After two days of Zhang Yang's absence left the cave, two flashes of light blew from above the valley, and then there appeared another black-robed man. He had a black beard, considerably old too. He came mounting a sword, or what cultivators call the flying sword. After him came a thin, middle-aged man. They were both carrying coffins like the w.a.n.g Yao and the others.

The older man that was riding the flying sword was certain to be a Foundation Building Cultivator, only because they were the ones ample enough to actually ride flying swords. It was one realm above the Qi Refining stage.

The Foundation Building cultivator was brought here by an important notice from the sect elders. The black-bearded old man said with a strained tone: "It's already been two days… Why hasn't w.a.n.g Yao reported!"

"s.h.i.+ Fu, this matter will be easy for you, there's no need as for someone like you to be frustrated" The thin-build guy was apple polis.h.i.+ng his s.h.i.+ Fu.

If Zhang Yang could hear this, he would laugh to death. All this was amusing, was the Corpse Refining Sect built from apple polishers?

This Foundation Building Cultivator just stood above the valley, looking down to where the events occurred prior to their arrival