Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Chu Sheng suddenly realized what was going on and laughed inwardly.

No wonder Mao Xiaofang was shy; after all, he practiced celibacy and was not interested in women.

Instead, Yu Chuda felt sorry for him and asked:

"Master, does that mean Junior Brother will be unable to cultivate the Lesser Pure Yang Body?"

Mao Xiaofang shook his head. "No, it's not that. It's recorded in my notes. You can take a good look when you get back."

"Just soak your body in tiger blood every day, and supplement it with tiger bone pills made with tiger bone as the main ingredient."

"After forty-nine days, the pure yang medicinal properties remaining in the body can be activated."

Tiger blood?

Tiger bone?

Chu Sheng felt like the sky had fallen, not to mention that this thing was a first-class protected animal.

Even if it isn't.

Even a single swipe of a Siberian tiger's massive paw would be too much for him to handle!

If all else fails, try finding a South China tiger nearby?

Mao Xiaofang took in Chu Sheng's series of distraught expressions and said speechlessly:

"After we drive away the Japanese devils, I will accompany you to the Northeast and ask our family spirits to help us obtain some tiger blood."

"There's no need to fight."

Chu Sheng's eyes lit up immediately; his master was indeed very thoughtful.

They were fighting and killing each other, completely uncivilized, and then they started flattering him.

He kept saying, "Master is wise."

"Alright, go to sleep early."

"You're all tired too."

Mao Xiaofang waved his hand, telling Yu Chuda to take Chusheng to take a bath and change his clothes.

The two brothers seemed to have endless things to talk about, huddled together in a large tub, back to back, washing themselves.

"Senior brother, I left three bullets with you. Have you fired them?"

After taking a shower.

Chu Sheng changed into a long robe and inquired about the valuable treasures he had left behind before leaving.

"Your three bullets are still in my bag."

Yu Chuda retrieved his cloth bag, took out three bullets, and handed them back to Chu Sheng.

"What mischief are you planning to do now?"

Chu Sheng picked up the bullet, weighed it in his hand for a few moments, and chuckled, "I'll test my marksmanship tomorrow."

When he last returned to his original world, he had mastered the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" and "Maoshan Boxing".

His marksmanship has also reached a high level of proficiency!

"Go to Mancheng?" Yu Chuda asked in surprise.

"That's right!" Chu Sheng gave Yu Chuda a knowing look.

"I used to kill two little bastards for fun."

After saying that, he casually put together a bed, lay down, and chatted with Yu Chuda in a haphazard manner.

Before long, Yu Chuda's snoring was so loud it was more frightening than the sporadic gunshots outside.

Chu Sheng placed his hands under his head.

Staring at the rooftop, he planned the day he would raid the Japanese treasure.

Those who make a fortune will go back and buy a house and a car.

There are also materials for cultivating the Lesser Pure Yang Body.

Chu Sheng excitedly planned his future, unaware of the impending doom.

A beautiful figure stood in the shadows outside the door for a long time.

I don't know how long I've been pondering this.

Madana shook her head and left.

Similarly, out of Madana's sight, Mao Xiaofang was also watching them, and said leisurely:

"Junior Sister Ma is too attached to Jiang Chen; this is too detrimental to her cultivation."

Day two.

Feng Zhenguo suggested sending a cannon to breach the city, but Yang Shaohui refused.

To be precise, it wasn't that Yang Shaohui refused, but rather that the order came from his superior.

"When the Japanese retreated to Manchuria, they took a large number of women and children with them."

"Firing a single shot would kill too many innocent people," Yang Shaohui explained.

"This won't work, that won't work, what should we do?"

Feng Zhenguo was getting anxious; the Japanese soldiers were right in front of him, but he could only watch helplessly.

"We shouldn't act rashly until we've thoroughly investigated the formation," Madana advised.

Just when everyone was at a loss.

Chu Sheng pushed open the door, walked in, and told them some good news.

"I know what kind of formation the Japanese have set up."

Yang Shaohui, Feng Zhenguo, and the others' eyes lit up, and they all looked at Chu Sheng.

"You know?"

Mao Xiaofang cautioned, "This is a very important matter; you mustn't speak carelessly."

Chu Sheng nodded. Faced with matters of great importance, he dared not act recklessly.

He recounted what he saw and heard throughout the city.

Seven black stone towers, their bodies covered with densely packed symbols.

There were still some blood grooves on the ground, and wind chimes made from child bones.

He drew them one by one for everyone.

"No wonder, every time the warriors attack the city, a mournful ghostly howl echoes through the sky."

"So it was the Ghost Mother's Soul Refining Array..."

Mao Xiaofang nodded, but a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"Senior brother, is something wrong?"

Madonna noticed the hesitation in his tone and couldn't help but feel curious.

"Yes...yes...but I always feel like something's missing."

Mao Xiaofang squinted his eyes, carefully assessing the location of the stone tower.

Suddenly, a question occurred to him.

"The Ghost Mother Soul Refining Array alone cannot cover the entire city."

"unless……"

Everyone pricked up their ears, looking at Mao Xiaofang expectantly, only to see the shock in his eyes grow ever deeper.

"Master Mao! What is it that's the only thing?" Feng Zhenguo was extremely anxious, grabbing Mao Xiaofang's arm.

"Please, stop talking so breathlessly right now, we're worried!"

Mao Xiaofang looked at Feng Zhenguo with a wronged expression and said:

"I wasn't panting; I just thought of one possibility."

"What's possible?" everyone asked.

"Unless someone sacrifices themselves to feed the formation," Mao Xiaofang said, frowning.

"However, the person who feeds the formation must endure immense pain, as they need to rip out their own heart while they are still alive."

"They used human skin as blankets and poured the blood of young boys on them every day."

"The great task will be completed when the bloodthirsty aura reaches the sun and three thousand lives are sacrificed."

"At that time, the entire city and even Gantian Town will be transformed into a ghost town."

"Even if a Golden Core expert came here, it would be of no use."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.

Not content with taking the hearts of living people, they also want human skin as blankets.

Feng Zhenguo cursed, "These little devils are really ruthless, no, they're downright perverted."

After saying that, he asked with great curiosity:

"We don't understand anything about Master Mao's elixir or anything like that, so just tell me, is the cannon any good?"

Before Mao Xiaofang could speak, Ma Dana replied:

"Once it becomes a ghost realm, this place exists somewhere between reality and illusion."

"The cannons can't hit it at all."

Yang Shao frowned and asked, "So what do we do now? Can this formation be broken?"

Mao Xiaofang nodded.

"The Ghost Mother fears thunder the most; when thunderstorms occur, she is unable to cast spells."

"We used this opportunity to conquer the entire city, storm the palace, and destroy the demon array."

Yang Shaohui breathed a sigh of relief; as long as there was a way, their soldiers could overcome it.

"Then let's wait..."

He was just about to suggest that everyone rest and wait for the rain before attacking the city, when Mao Xiaofang surprised him again.

"Comrade Yang, Comrade Feng, please organize the soldiers."

"Attack the city in two hours."

Yang Shaohui and Feng Zhenguo were both overjoyed and exclaimed in admiration, "Master Mao, you can actually predict when it will rain?"

Mao Xiaofang shook his head, "This humble Taoist priest cannot predict when it will rain."

After saying that, he calmly added, "I only know a little bit of rainmaking magic."