Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

For the next few days, the mortuary was unusually quiet!

Inside the west wing, Lin Bei sat cross-legged on the bed, palms facing upwards, practicing his internal energy to heal his injuries.

The spiritual light bestowed by the patriarch was indeed powerful. Most of the broken ribs had been set back, and the crack in the scapula was almost completely healed, though there was still a slight soreness.

Lin Bei circulated the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture, and the purple false elixir slowly rotated in his dantian. Strands of pure magic power flowed through his meridians throughout his body, nourishing every damaged muscle and bone.

Shi Shaojian has moved next door and spends his days applying medicine to his body with a medicine jar. He also keeps cursing Liu Santong whenever he feels pain.

"That old bastard, once I'm healed, I'll teach him a lesson!"

"You dare look down on my wooden stake technique? You'll pay for this sooner or later!"

Uncle Nine would come to change their dressings and take their pulses every morning and evening, and each time he finished taking their pulses, his face showed a hint of satisfaction.

That morning, Lin Bei stretched his muscles and felt that he could walk normally again, so he went to Uncle Jiu to ask him about talisman techniques.

Uncle Jiu was sitting in the main room looking at a yellowed booklet. When he saw Lin Bei come in, he looked up at him and asked, "Is your injury any better?"

"I'm almost fully recovered, Martial Uncle." Lin Bei sat down opposite him and got straight to the point, "This disciple would like to ask you about talismans."

He took out several sheets of yellow paper from the spatial stone and spread them on the table. He then took out cinnabar and a brush: "My ancestor has taught me many methods of making fire-type talismans. I have tried a few, but I feel that they are not quite up to par. I would like to ask my uncle for some guidance."

Uncle Nine put down the booklet in his hand, took the talisman paper handed to him by Lin Bei, looked at it, then looked at the blank yellow paper spread out next to him, and nodded: "Draw one for me to see."

Lin Bei rolled up his sleeves, prepared the cinnabar, concentrated his mind, and picked up his brush to write.

He drew a basic fire-type talisman, the Explosive Flame Talisman, his brushstrokes flowing smoothly and effortlessly.

The moment the talisman was completed, a faint crimson halo appeared on the yellow paper, which dimmed after a few breaths, but the scorching heat lingered on the talisman's surface for a long time.

Uncle Nine picked it up and examined it carefully for a moment, a strange light flashing in his eyes: "You drew this Exploding Flame Talisman quite well. The brushstrokes are steady, the talisman's essence is concentrated, and the use of cinnabar and magic power is just right."

"However, the initial stroke is not smooth enough. The key to the Explosive Flame Talisman is the word 'explosive.' If the initial stroke is too straight, the talisman energy will condense too early, and the power will be reduced when it explodes."

He took a new sheet of yellow paper, dipped his brush in ink, and drew a flaming talisman on the spot.

The moment the brush touched the paper, a scorching aura emanated from the talisman, more than twice as intense as Lin Bei's.

"Look here." Uncle Nine pointed to the curved strokes on the talisman head. "These strokes should be curved like flames rolling, so that the magic power can be compressed in a spiral shape inside. When the talisman explodes, the explosive force can be released to the maximum extent."

Lin Bei leaned closer to examine it carefully, then compared the two talismans and studied them for a while before suddenly realizing, "So that's how it is, disciple understands."

He picked up his pen again and drew a new picture. This time, the strokes were noticeably more curved than before, and the curves rolled out as the pen touched the paper, like real flames dancing on the paper.

After the talisman was completed, the crimson light became almost twice as intense as before, and a scorching aura swept over us.

Uncle Nine nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, you have a good comprehension. The patriarch passed down to you many types of fire-type talismans, but there are some that you can't draw with your current cultivation level."

"Like lightning talismans, fire-type talismans require extremely high levels of mental strength from cultivators, especially blue talismans, which not only have high entry barriers but, more importantly, are difficult to find!"

"Therefore, I suggest you practice the Blazing Flame Talisman and the Blazing Flame Talisman first. You can practice the others slowly after you have fully mastered these two talismans."

Lin Bei agreed and then buried himself in rigorous training.

Shi Shaojian, whose injuries were slightly less severe, couldn't sit still any longer and came to watch the two draw talismans. Seeing Lin Bei drawing one Explosive Flame Talisman after another, piling up yellow paper on almost half the table, he also got itchy to join in: "Junior brother, you're too diligent! Teach me a lesson!"

Uncle Jiu was generous and spread out a few more sheets of yellow paper. He picked up a brush and drew a fire wall talisman, which Shi Shaojian copied.

Shi Shaojian drew three sketches, two of which were ruined. Frustrated, he scratched his head and exclaimed, "Why is this thing so hard to draw?"

"You're so impatient, it would be a miracle if you could even finish a painting." Lin Bei didn't even look up. "Calm down and take it one stroke at a time."

Shi Shaojian took a deep breath, picked up his brush again, and this time finally drew a fire wall talisman.

Although its power was far less than what Uncle Nine had drawn, it could at least ignite a wall of flames about a foot high.

He was so excited that he immediately grabbed the talisman and went to try it out in the yard, but Uncle Nine pulled him back: "What if you hurt someone? Try it in the open space in the backyard!"

Shi Shaojian ran happily to the backyard, and soon a series of crackling sounds and Shi Shaojian's smug laughter came from the yard.

Uncle Nine watched his retreating figure, then turned to look at Lin Bei, who was engrossed in drawing talismans. He secretly admired Lin Bei: "My two disciples are far superior to my Qiu Sheng, one is exceptionally talented and hardworking, and the other, though less talented, is diligent and eager to learn."

Just then, Qiusheng and Wencai returned from outside, one carrying two roast chickens and the other holding half a jar of yellow wine. Before they even stepped across the threshold, they could smell the cinnabar filling the room.

Wen Cai leaned over and glanced at the table full of talismans Lin Bei had drawn, his eyes widening in surprise: "Wow! Senior Brother Lin Bei, how many did you draw?"

"Yeah, senior brother, are you planning to pile people up with talismans to kill them?" Qiu Sheng ran over and shouted exaggeratedly.

"Not many, maybe fifty or sixty sheets," Lin Bei replied casually, then took out a stack of yellow paper from his spatial stone.

Shi Shaojian ran back from the backyard, a smug smile on his face: "Uncle-Master, Wencai, look at this fire wall talisman I drew!"

He slapped a freshly made fire wall talisman on the table, its crimson patterns quite impressive. In his other hand, he held a stack of yellow paper.

Wen Cai's eyes widened as he looked at the stack of yellow papers that had suddenly appeared on Lin Bei's table, as if he had discovered something extraordinary: "Huh? Something's not right! Senior brother, where did this yellow paper and cinnabar come from?"

"I clearly saw that you'd run out of yellow paper on your desk!"

He circled Lin Bei twice, his eyes fixed on Lin Bei's waist, looking back and forth: "How strange, how did so many things appear just by turning around? Senior brother, can you do magic tricks?"

As she spoke, she reached out and touched Lin Bei's side, as if to see if he was hiding something.

Lin Bei was both amused and exasperated by Wen Cai's touch. Before he could explain, Shi Shaojian, who was standing next to him, was also being watched by Wen Cai: "Senior Brother Shaojian, you too! You clearly didn't take anything just now, how come you pulled out a whole stack of talismans in the blink of an eye?"

As Wen Cai spoke, he reached for Shi Shaojian's storage bag again, but Shi Shaojian quickly shrank back, saying, "Hey, hey, let's talk this out, don't get physical!"

Uncle Nine, sitting beside him, finally couldn't stand it any longer: "Wencai! You better behave yourself!"

Wen Cai shrank back at Uncle Jiu's shout and awkwardly withdrew his hand, but his eyes were still fixed on Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian's waists, both surprised and curious!

"Master, they...they really can do magic tricks!"