Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

A repository for the brain...

This book is a slow burn and doesn't have a system. Readers who like this kind of story can take their time and enjoy the plot, which will become more and more exciting as it goes on!

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"Lin Bei is back?"

The neighbors peeked out and saw a boy wearing a drab gray long gown and cloth shoes walking deeper into the alley.

"Hey, have you heard? His father stole from the landlord and was beaten to death, leaving him an orphan."

"Poor thing, how will they live from now on?"

His father passed away last month. It's said he stole a piece of fat meat from the landlord's house and was beaten to death.

Lin Bei wanted to get revenge but couldn't; he was too weak and couldn't overpower the other person!

Lin Bei ignored the gossip and pushed open the door to enter the courtyard.

The courtyard was small, with three mud houses and some grass growing in the corner. His father left behind only this dilapidated house and a few silver dollars.

Lin Bei is fifteen years old this year and has lived in this small town during the Republic of China era for fifteen years.

It's really unlucky. He died suddenly in his previous life. He worked overtime until 3 a.m., and just passed away while slumped over his keyboard. I wonder how much money his heartless boss had to pay in compensation!

However, when Lin Bei woke up, he was completely bewildered. He had become a baby, crying loudly in the midwife's arms. At that moment, he thought that God had opened his eyes and given him a second life.

After living for fifteen years, he gradually resigned himself to his fate.

This is just an ordinary world in the Republic of China era, without monsters, gods, or any kind of complicated system.

There were only a few ruffians wandering the streets occasionally! Who knows when the Japanese will invade!

Therefore, Lin Bei often felt that God was playing a trick on him, giving him a second chance at life but not a script.

In his previous life, he was at least a fan of online novels, and he knew all about transmigration, rebirth, and invincible systems. But when it came to himself, he didn't even see a single cheat code.

After living in a daze for fifteen years, he finally saw reality clearly and decided to live his life anew.

Lin Bei tidied up the yard and prepared to find work tomorrow. His father had left him eight silver dollars, which could last him a while if he was frugal, but he couldn't just sit around and do nothing.

The next morning, he squatted at the door with a bowl in his hand, drinking porridge.

As dawn broke and the streets were nearly deserted, Lin Bei squinted at the cobblestone path at the town entrance in the distance, where the fog had not yet lifted.

Just then, he saw a person emerge from the fog.

The man was wearing a gray Taoist robe, his hair was tied in a bun, and he held a peach wood sword in his hand. He looked to be in his forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a breezy gait.

Lin Bei glanced at him a couple more times, thinking to himself: Taoist priests are quite common these days.

The Taoist priest stopped under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, looked up at the sky, and then took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve.

Lin Bei continued drinking his porridge while glancing at the Taoist priest.

However, what happened next made Lin Bei's eyes widen in surprise.

The Taoist priest held a mirror in his left hand, made a hand seal with his right hand, and chanted incantations.

A white light shot out from the bronze mirror, crackling and popping like welding.

The Taoist priest flicked his wrist, and a white light slammed into the open space in front of the old locust tree with a loud bang, creating a large crater in the ground and sending rubble flying everywhere.

"Holy crap, a god?"

Lin Bei was so shocked that he didn't even realize he had dropped the bowl in his hand.

He stared intently at the Taoist priest, then sprang up from the ground and rushed to the courtyard gate, clinging to the doorframe to peer outside.

The Taoist priest sheathed his sword, put the bronze mirror back into his sleeve, and turned to leave.

Upon seeing this, Lin Bei immediately shouted, "Daoist Master!"

The Taoist priest turned around and glanced at him.

Lin Bei rushed out and quickly ran to the Taoist priest, ready to kneel down without saying a word.

The Taoist priest grabbed him by the back of the collar and lifted him up: "You little brat, what are you doing?"

Lin Bei's eyes lit up: "Master, are you still taking on apprentices?"

The Taoist priest frowned: "I won't accept it!"

"No way! Look at me! I have exceptional physique and extraordinary talent. I was born to cultivate the Dao!" Lin Bei patted his chest, acting like a genius.

The Taoist priest looked him up and down, then released his grip: "Stop fooling around, go home."

He turned and left after saying that!

Lin Bei followed up: "Daoist Master, I wasn't fooling around! I saw that white light welding, no, that magic you did just now! You were even making lightning with your hands! Daoist Master, please teach me!"

The Taoist priest ignored Lin Bei and continued walking on his own.

Lin Bei followed behind, all the way out of the town, following the Taoist wherever he went!

After seeing the Taoist priest enter a dilapidated temple to rest, Lin Bei squatted down at the temple entrance for the entire afternoon.

When the Taoist priest came out and saw that he was still there, he frowned and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"If the Taoist priest won't accept me, I won't leave."

"That's just unreasonable!"

Lin Bei smiled shamelessly and said, "Daoist Master, please accept me as your disciple. I really want to learn. My father is gone, and I live alone. If you don't accept me, I will become an orphan and wander the streets. I might starve to death one day."

The Taoist priest stared at him for a few seconds, then snorted coldly, "Don't give me that crap. You still have a few silver dollars in your pocket; you won't starve."

Lin Bei thought to himself: This Taoist priest has sharp eyes! But he didn't give up and continued to follow.

They followed me from the town to the county seat and then into the mountains.

The Taoist priest found a rock in the mountains to meditate on, and the man shamelessly sat next to him. The Taoist priest sat there for three days and three nights, and the man stayed by his side the whole time!

When hungry, they gnaw on tree bark; when thirsty, they drink from the stream.

On the morning of the fourth day, the Taoist priest opened his eyes and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Lin Bei clasped his hands in a fist and pleaded, "Master, please accept me as your disciple."

"Don't shout!"

The Taoist priest stared intently at Lin Bei, remaining silent for a moment before saying, "Give me your hand."

Lin Bei quickly reached out his hand, and the Taoist placed three fingers on his wrist, closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, the Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrinking sharply.

He tightened his grip on Lin Bei's wrist, examined it carefully again, and his expression changed from surprise to disbelief.

"A pure Yang Dao body?" the Taoist muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly. "How could a pure Yang Dao body possibly exist these days?"

Lin Bei didn't hear clearly: "Daoist Master?"

The Taoist priest released his grip, stood up, turned his back to Lin Bei, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Lin Bei thought to himself: Has this Taoist priest gone mad?

After a long while, the Taoist priest turned around, his expression now calm, but the excitement in his eyes was still evident: "You really want to become my disciple?"

"I really want to!"

"I'll say it again, cultivating the Tao is not a joke. Once you enter this path, there's no turning back."

Lin Bei replied resolutely, "I'd rather die than turn back!"

The Taoist priest nodded: "Kneel down."

Lin Bei was overjoyed and knelt down with a thud, kowtowing three times until his forehead bled from hitting the stone.

"Disciple Lin Bei greets Master!"

The Taoist priest accepted the three kowtows and waited until the man finished before speaking: "Rise, I am Shi Jian, the senior disciple of the inner sect of the Maoshan Sect."

Lin Bei's smile froze instantly!

Shi Jian?

Senior disciple of the Maoshan Sect's inner sect?

His mind went completely blank.

Shi Jian, whose surname is Shi and given name is Jian, is the senior disciple of the Maoshan School...

Isn't that the eldest brother of Lin Fengjiao, the chosen one of destiny, the holy teacher of all realms, and the village chief of the beginner village that every transmigrator must worship?

Thunder King Shi Jian? The Shi Jian from Zombie Supreme?

No, no, no, Lin Bei's mind raced.

He had seen the movie. Shi Jian was the senior brother of Uncle Nine, Lin Fengjiao. He practiced the Lightning Thunder Fist and was very powerful, but he was narrow-minded and raised a good-for-nothing son, Shi Shaojian. In the end, he became enemies with Uncle Nine.

But this Shi Jian in front of him, although he looked a bit serious, had never had any bad intentions towards him, a stranger, along the way. In fact, he had been pestered by him for so many days, and in the end, he still accepted him.

No, in the original work, Shi Jian was a villain when he first appeared. He was ruthless, domineering, and vindictive. How could he be so easy to talk to?

Lin Bei's mind was in a mess, but one idea was becoming clearer and clearer.

This world is not normal!

This is not an ordinary world of the Republic of China era; this is the world of Zombie Supreme, the world from Lam Ching-ying's movies!