Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

If you could only read one novel about infinite universes in your lifetime, it would probably be "Joining the Heavenly Dao Company: Starting by Mending a Zombie World".

"what?"

"Another mission has come so soon!"

Just as Chu Sheng was about to exit the app, his phone vibrated and a new message popped up.

Looking down, he pursed his lips:

He opened it and was surprised to find that there were actually two options inside.

"Task 1 (Continuous Task): Return to the 'Zombie Taoist World' in seven days. The task is to assist Mao Xiaofang in completely eliminating the heretical cultivators in Gantian Town. Time limit: 14 days."

"Task 2 (Major Task): In seven days, head to the 'A Chinese Ghost Story World'. The task is to investigate the reason why demons are rampant in the Ming Dynasty and survive for 14 days."

The two tasks may seem to be of similar difficulty, but in reality, they are vastly different.

One has a 14-day time limit, and the other has a 14-day survival period.

Just from the content above, Chu Sheng felt immense pressure.

The second task was clearly beyond the capabilities of a novice like him.

Or rather, the second task is something that only full-time employees should do.

"I think I'll go do some more consecutive missions."

Based on gaming experience, consecutive quests often start with low experience levels.

The more experience you gain, the more valuable you become.

Once a certain amount is reached, experience will grow explosively.

With this in mind, Chu Sheng decided that in addition to bringing premium glutinous rice, he would also buy a magical artifact this time.

He had already set his sights on the target, the century-old peach wood sword with 100 merit points, and also used merit points to exchange for a bottle of basic gene optimization fluid.

"Congratulations on your personal instruction by Xiao Fang. You have consumed 400 merit points this time, and your balance is now 340."

As a shopping notification popped up, two items suddenly appeared in front of Chu Sheng.

The peach wood sword is about two feet long, with a dark ochre color and fine, cloud-like wood grain and winding thunder patterns.

It felt heavy in my hand, and the hilt was extremely smooth, engraved with a complete set of runes:

"The Jade Seal of the Northern Emperor, the Primordial Sovereign of the Jade Heaven. Within and without the Central Yellow, the Northern Lights fly... At a single summons, they arrive swiftly, with divine might and divine light. Hasten, hasten, as the law commands!"

Chu Sheng's eyes lit up when he saw the first two characters of the rune.

"Beidi?"

"These are runes from the Northern Emperor Sect, and complete runes at that!"

According to "The Ghost-Catching Notes", the Northern Emperor Sect is the most ruthless and decisive sect in Taoism.

Its cultivators wield black laws in their left hands and dark lightning in their right, possessing explosive martial prowess. This sect is a top-tier sect that carries out executions on behalf of Heaven.

His Yin Thunder Secret Technique is comparable to, or even surpasses, that of the Yang Thunder Technique of Longhu Mountain.

Unfortunately, the sect's rules were too strict, and the lineage eventually ended.

If a cultivator can obtain a bit of good fortune, their strength can advance by leaps and bounds, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they could even form their own sect.

He swung the sword twice and stored it in his spatial storage.

Then he picked up the bottle of primary gene optimization fluid.

This thing is housed in a transparent, diamond-shaped container that is neither glass nor plastic, giving it a very high-tech feel.

The liquid inside the bottle was a clear, slightly rippling pale gold.

Chu Sheng brought it close to his eyes and shook it, but didn't see anything unusual—in fact, he couldn't see anything unusual either, only that the formula for this nutrient solution came from a world that had been strangely contaminated.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the liquid entered his mouth, he was pleasantly surprised: it was refreshing with a hint of strawberry sweetness, sliding down his throat and into his stomach.

One bite, and I was left wanting more.

However, less than three seconds later, a burst of scorching heat suddenly exploded from my stomach!

"Ugh!"

Chu Sheng groaned as the heat surged through his body like uncontrolled magma.

He dared not be careless, and quickly sat cross-legged, circulating the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" in an attempt to guide this explosive energy.

Fortunately, the pain came and went quickly, receding like the tide, replaced by an indescribable feeling of refreshment and fullness.

Chu Sheng slowly got up from the ground and walked to the mirror.

The figure in the mirror was much more balanced and upright, the previous feeling of flabbyness had completely disappeared, and a healthy rosy glow flowed under the skin.

He leaped lightly, his head nearly hitting the three-meter-high ceiling; a casual punch he threw produced a clear whooshing sound.

If he was previously only a theoretical master of Maoshan Boxing, now he is a true master.

Chu Sheng clenched his fist, his anticipation growing stronger, and laughed, "It's like Wang Yuyan finally developing internal strength... kind of awesome."

Staring at the final countdown in his mind, he felt even more excited.

This time, they were armed to the teeth, and their primary goal was to tear that little bastard Kujiri apart!

……

For the next seven days, Chu Sheng developed a new habit: he traveled back and forth between the libraries of the 200th University and Nanjing University every day.

I specifically sought out some books about folk customs and esoteric arts during the Republican era to prepare for the upcoming task.

After searching through the historical documents section for a long time, he actually found a few useful ones.

A Study of Folk Witchcraft in Jiangnan, Strange Tales of the Republican Era, The Secret Story of Corpse Transport in Western Hunan...

He found a corner to sit down with a stack of books, and was engrossed in reading when he heard a familiar voice:

"Brother Chu?"

Chu Sheng looked up and saw Cai Ningning standing by the table, holding several books in her arms.

"What a coincidence."

Chu Sheng smiled. He wasn't surprised that Cai Ningning was here, since he had borrowed her library card.

"Hmm, just browsing," Chu Sheng mumbled.

Cai Ningning didn't ask any more questions, and the two of them buried themselves in their books.

About an hour later, Chu Sheng stretched and noticed that Cai Ningning was staring at him.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"No..." Cai Ningning blushed and lowered her head, "It's just that I think Brother Chu looks so focused when you're reading."

Chu Sheng smiled and said, "Aren't you one too?"

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and then Cai Ningning suddenly asked, "By the way, Brother Chu, are you free this weekend?"

"What's wrong?"

"Our department is having a lecture on ancient burial culture and folk beliefs, which I think you might find interesting."

Cai Ningning looked at him expectantly, "I can get you a ticket."

Chu Sheng's heart skipped a beat; this was indeed what he needed. "Then thank you. I'll treat you to a meal later."

Cai Ningning smiled, her eyes crinkling, "Let's forget about it. Aunt Cao has been making me soup every day for the past few days."

"I'm almost a big fat man."

Chu Sheng smiled awkwardly, not knowing why, but ever since their last meeting, his landlady had been intentionally or unintentionally giving him some tonics.

It was as if she was genuinely afraid of getting tired.

Seeing that there was only a little over an hour left on the countdown, he didn't dare to stay any longer. He packed his things and said goodbye to Cai Ningning.

I hurriedly returned to my rented room.

I had just taken a sip of water when the world before my eyes blurred again, and a sense of familiarity washed over me.

Looking down, he saw a huge black hole beneath him, which swallowed him whole.

This time, however, Chu Sheng wasn't afraid. He simply complained, "Next time, could you please try a different way of time travel?"