Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

"You...you stay away!"

Dong Xiaoyu looked at Lin Bei as if he were a demon, then shouted at Qiu Sheng, "Brother Qiu Sheng, come save me!"

"Xiaoyu..." Qiusheng tried to get up to save her, but Uncle Jiu pressed him back down.

"Hmph!" Uncle Nine snorted coldly, and a golden light suddenly appeared at his fingertip, pointing towards Qiu Sheng's brow.

"You bastard, are you awake yet?"

Qiu Sheng slowly came to his senses and saw that Uncle Jiu and Lin Bei were there. Before he could figure out what was going on, a sharp pain shot through his body.

"Ouch, which bastard hit me?"

Huh? Uncle Nine glared at Qiu Sheng!

At this moment, Lin Bei raised his hand and pointed, and a faint bolt of lightning shot out from his fingertip, striking Dong Xiaoyu precisely.

The lightning bolt wasn't strong enough to shatter her ghostly body; it only dispersed most of the ghostly energy that maintained her illusion.

Dong Xiaoyu shuddered, and the charming face on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a hideous expression that was nauseating to look at.

"You wicked disciple, take a good look at this! This is the woman you had a one-night stand with!"

Qiu Sheng subconsciously turned his head to look, and his face instantly turned pale. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, his stomach churning.

The woman who had been so beautiful just moments before was now covered in white maggots, her skin peeled back to reveal the rotting flesh beneath, and one eyeball dangling from its socket, swaying precariously on her cheek, dripping with a thick, dark red liquid.

Just then, Dong Xiaoyu made a coquettish gesture towards Qiu Sheng, "Brother Qiu Sheng..."

"Ugh..." Qiu Sheng couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited violently.

Shi Shaojian walked over unhurriedly, stood next to Qiu Sheng, glanced down at him, and chuckled, "Impressive, Junior Brother Qiu Sheng. You have quite the taste. How could you put such disgusting things in your mouth?"

"So, how was the experience of sleeping with a demon?"

"Shut up!" Qiu Sheng finally managed to stop his churning stomach. He looked constipated, ashamed, angry, and disgusted. He glared at Shi Shaojian but couldn't even utter a word in rebuttal.

Uncle Nine walked over and slapped Qiu Sheng on the back of the head: "Now you see clearly, right? This is the friend you were talking about? She's drained most of your yang energy. If she hangs out with you for a few more days, you'll be dead!"

Qiu Sheng lowered his head and dared not reply, but stared fiercely at Dong Xiaoyu!

This female ghost disturbed his Daoist mind and destroyed his vital energy; how hateful!

Dong Xiaoyu was brought back to her original form, slumped on the ground, maggots crawling out of her face, and the stench of decay filled the entire room.

She raised her head, her single, exposed eye gazing at Qiu Sheng with a hint of lingering affection and resentment: "Brother Qiu Sheng... my feelings for you are genuine..."

"How dare you say that!" Uncle Nine roared, pulling a blue talisman from his sleeve and forming a hand seal. "Supreme Decree! Soul-Gathering and Spirit-Capturing! So be it!"

The blue talisman flew out of his hand and transformed into a golden halo in the air, firmly enveloping Dong Xiaoyu's ghostly body.

The light circle tightened, and Dong Xiaoyu let out a shrill scream. The ghost's body twisted violently in the golden light and was finally compressed into a black bead the size of a walnut. Uncle Jiu took it back into his palm, sealed it with a soul-suppressing talisman, and put it into his sleeve.

Lin Bei was secretly astonished. Uncle Nine was truly enraged. He had even used a blue talisman against a mere two-hundred-year-old vengeful ghost.

Suddenly, the entire mansion transformed and vanished. Qiu Sheng looked around and saw only lonely graves all around!

After the group returned to the mortuary, Uncle Nine made Qiu Sheng and the bewildered Wen Cai kneel before the ancestral tablet, then pointed at them and berated them harshly: "Qiu Sheng! You're usually quite composed, how could you fall for a female ghost?"

"You were blinded by her beauty and lost your mind! Now look what's happened, your virginity is gone, and your path of cultivation will be at least ten times harder than others!"

Qiu Sheng knelt on the ground with his head down, looking dejected, and dared not say a word.

Wencai knelt beside Qiusheng, muttering tremblingly, "Master... Qiusheng was deceived, he's really pitiful..."

"Shut up!" Uncle Nine slapped him on the head. "And you! All you do is eat, be lazy, greedy, and lecherous!"

"Look at your two senior brothers, how many years older are they than you? One is a mid-stage sorcerer, and the other is a mid-stage Taoist priest!"

"And you? You've only reached the Daoist Novice level in your cultivation, and you can't even draw a decent talisman!"

"How will you inherit my mantle if you're like this?"

"How could I, Lin Jiu, who has been so wise all my life, have only taken in two disciples like you!"

Wen Cai shrank his neck, obediently lowered his head and accepted the scolding, not daring to utter a single word.

Uncle Nine grew angrier and angrier. Seeing Wencai's state, he kicked him in the backside: "Go copy the scriptures! You're not allowed to sleep until you finish! Qiusheng, you go too!"

The two scrambled out of the main hall and sheepishly returned to their rooms to copy scriptures.

Shi Shaojian sat on the threshold of the main room, watching the two disheveled figures from behind, and couldn't help but shake his head: "It's really not easy for my martial uncle to take in two disciples. If it were me, I would have been furious long ago."

Lin Bei sat down next to him: "Don't gloat. Qiu Sheng made a mistake, but at least he has a good foundation. With proper training, he might be able to achieve something. As for his literary talent..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Everyone has their own destiny!"

Shi Shaojian shrugged and said no more.

In the following days, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were kept under close watch by Uncle Jiu. They had to attend morning and evening classes every day, and their talisman-drawing homework was doubled.

Although Qiu Sheng lost his virginity and his cultivation progress was affected, he became much more composed after this incident, and he was no longer agitated when drawing talismans.

After being disciplined, Wencai became much more obedient, at least he no longer dared to run to town to slack off so often.

Lin Bei spends his days drawing talismans and meditating, just like Shi Shaojian; neither of them wants to fall behind.

That evening, there was a sudden knock on the gate of the mortuary.

Boom boom boom!

Wencai ran to open the door, and as soon as the door opened, a figure wearing a yellow Taoist robe appeared in the doorway.

The man was thin and wore round-framed glasses. Upon seeing Wencai open the door, he grinned broadly, "Wencai! Your martial uncle has missed you so much!"

As he spoke, he reached out with both hands and vigorously rubbed Wencai's head.

Wen Cai winced as his hands were being rubbed, but dared not dodge: "Uncle-Master Four Eyes..."

Si Mu laughed heartily, released Wen Cai, and turned to call out towards the door, "Come in, everyone!"

The Three Pure Ones Bell in his hand rang out, and a row of corpses dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes hopped and skipped into the courtyard. Each corpse had a yellow talisman pasted on its forehead. They filed in in an orderly line, numbering at least a dozen.

Four Eyes walked at the front, shaking a bell in his hand and muttering incantations.

Hearing the commotion, Lin Bei came out of the west wing. He was stunned when he saw the row of jumping corpses, and then his gaze fell on the bespectacled Taoist in yellow robes.

This is... Master Four Eyes!?