Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

"Get up first!" Master Qingwei lifted him up with one hand, then squatted down to check Uncle Jiu's pulse.

Then he took out a pill from his sleeve and put it into Uncle Nine's mouth, using his magic to guide the medicinal power to dissolve it.

Uncle Nine's complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He then walked over to Lin Bei and bent down to check his injuries.

Lin Bei grinned: "Grandmaster..."

Master Qingwei scoffed, "Forcibly summoning a deity, and the power of the Thunder God General backfired... You've got some nerve, kid. Luckily, you're still got the foundation!"

She took out a bright green pill and fed it to Lin Bei, then touched his forehead with her fingertip.

A gentle surge of magical power flowed into his body, suppressing the rampaging thunderous power within him.

Finally, Master Qingwei came before Wencai.

He glanced at the soul-suppressing talisman on Wen Cai's forehead, and then sensed the aura of the soul-controlling spell within his primordial spirit.

"A soul-controlling spell? It's actually this kind of long-lost magic..."

"However, such a spell cannot stop this humble Taoist!"

With another flick of his finger, he touched Wencai's forehead.

A flash of inspiration appeared at his fingertips, and a wisp of black energy was forced out from between Wen Cai's eyebrows, dissipating into the air.

Wen Cai trembled and collapsed.

"The soul-controlling spell has been lifted, and the traces of cursed power within his body have been completely cleared!"

"Let him sleep a little longer; he'll regain his senses when he wakes up." Master Qingwei withdrew his hand and stood up.

Master Qingwei looked at the mortuary, now only the main hall remained: "I will stay here for a few days, until you have recovered somewhat, before you leave!"

In the latter half of the night, Master Qingwei meditated in the main hall of the mortuary.

The fat Taoist priest huddled outside the main hall, looking at the figure sitting inside, his heart filled with shock and excitement.

The most powerful person he had ever met in his life was his master, a mid-stage Human Master!

Compared to the big shot tonight, his master is utterly pathetic.

The next morning, as the sunlight streamed into the main hall of the mortuary, Uncle Nine slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was still somewhat unfocused, but it was much clearer than yesterday.

It took him a while to see everything clearly before he saw the familiar figure sitting in the armchair in front of the offering table.

Master Qingwei was drinking tea when he saw Uncle Jiu wake up and looked at him calmly.

Uncle Nine's eyes instantly reddened, and he struggled to stand up from the prayer mat.

Weakly, he walked to Master Qingwei, slowly knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed three times, his voice hoarse: "Master..."

Master Qingwei looked at him with a helpless smile: "Ajiao, what can I say about your injuries?"

Uncle Nine lowered his head and said, "This disciple is incompetent."

"Alright!"

Master Qingwei lifted him up with one hand, saying, "You are seriously injured. Although the coffin fungus has neutralized the Yin Sha Curse, it has greatly depleted your vital energy. Take good care of yourself."

"The flying zombie has been dealt with; we'll deal with the rest once the injuries have healed."

Uncle Nine was taken aback: "Flying zombie? What flying zombie?"

After taking the coffin fungus last night, Uncle Nine fell into a deep sleep and was completely unaware of the earth-shattering battle that took place the previous night.

Master Qingwei waved his hand: "Let your younger brothers recover before telling you about this!"

Although Uncle Nine was puzzled, he didn't say anything more and silently stepped aside to sit down.

The master and apprentice sat facing each other in the main hall and drank tea for the entire morning.

For the next five days, Master Qingwei stayed at the mortuary to oversee the situation.

Uncle Nine's injuries healed quickly under the combined effects of the coffin fungus and the elixir. He was able to get out of bed and walk around on the third day, and by the fourth day he was able to circulate his magic power.

He was shocked when he learned about the battle that night from Qiu Sheng!

Unexpectedly, retrieving the coffin fungus even attracted flying zombies. If his master and the two palace masters hadn't arrived in time, the grass on his grave would probably have already sprouted by now.

Moreover, according to my master, in order to save them, the patriarch of the underworld almost fought with the ten great underworld generals.

If it weren't for Judge Cui's arrival, this incident would have been far more complicated than simply eliminating the flying zombies; if not handled properly, it could have caused turmoil in the underworld!

Uncle Nine was furious; it was all because of the feng shui master.

If we don't get rid of him, who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause next!

However, Liu Santong immediately fled when the three Celestial Masters of Maoshan arrived, and even Master Qingwei could not find him for a while.

In the courtyard of the mortuary, everyone sat together watching the workers build the mortuary.

At this moment, Lin Bei suddenly asked, "Grandmaster, do you know about the Corpse God Dao Technique?"

Upon hearing this, everyone became serious and looked at Master Qingwei.

"The art of the Corpse God?"

Master Qingwei frowned: "Why are you asking this?"

"Also, how did you learn about this method?"

Lin Bei then recounted Liu Santong's situation and possessed the zombie.

Not only can it speak, but it also possesses magic, which is absolutely shocking to their worldview!

"Alas, with the arrival of chaotic times, I never expected even such evil magic to emerge!"

Master Qingwei sighed and slowly explained, "The Corpse God Dao Technique—this cultivation method originates from the Corpse God Sect, a demonic sect from a thousand years ago!"

"This technique completely uses zombies as a furnace, and after the primordial spirit enters the zombie's body, it uses it as a container to refine yin energy and evil energy."

"Then, through continuous refinement, the primordial spirit becomes stronger."

"This method involves controlling, modifying, and refining the zombie, turning it from an inanimate object into a living corpse, and ultimately achieving the state of oneness with the zombie god."

"The Corpse God Sect acted extremely erratically back then, readily massacring entire cities and wiping out entire families, which aroused the wrath of the cultivation world!"

"Then, under the leadership of the Celestial Master's Mansion, various factions besieged and annihilated the Corpse God Sect."

"Although that battle wiped out the Corpse God Sect, all other sects also suffered heavy losses, and the Celestial Master's Mansion even lost several powerful Celestial Masters!"

After hearing this, everyone fell silent!

Things that happened a thousand years ago continue to this day.

Now that Liu Santong has escaped, who knows what kind of trouble he will cause in the future.

Wen Cai sat motionless to the side. He had been silent since waking up and had not spoken to anyone.

Although he was previously under a soul-controlling spell, it does not mean that he lost consciousness.

He knew very well what he had done!

On the morning of the sixth day, Master Qingwei prepared to return to Maoshan. Uncle Jiu saw him off at the door, saying, "Take care, Master."

"Ah Jiao, take good care of your injury."

Master Qingwei glanced at the mortuary and said, "This fat man is a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain. Although his cultivation is not high, he is a reliable person."

"You can rest here for a while and make plans after your injuries are fully healed."

After saying that, he drifted away.

Wencai became even more taciturn after that day. One evening, he made an excuse to go out and buy rice.

When Huang Junyi came out of the courtyard, he saw him leaving: "Junior Brother Wencai, it's almost dark, what are you going to town for?"

Wen Cai lowered his head and said, "I'm going to buy rice. We're running out of rice at home. I'll be right back."

Huang Junyi didn't think much of it: "Then you should go back early, the roads are difficult to travel at night."

Wencai nodded, picked up the rice bag, and left the mortuary.

The next morning, Qiu Sheng woke up to find Wen Cai gone, and the blankets on the bed were neatly folded.

The bag of rice on the table is also gone.

Qiu Sheng sensed something was wrong. The main hall of the mortuary was so small, and everyone had been sleeping on the floor together lately. Where could he possibly be hiding?

Finally, Qiu Sheng found a note under Wen Cai's pillow.

Uncle Nine picked up the note, glanced at it, and remained silent.

Huang Junyi peeked over and saw only one line written on it: "Master, I'm sorry, I'm leaving. Don't look for me!"

Uncle Nine folded the note and put it in his sleeve. Qiu Sheng stamped his feet anxiously, "Master! Will Wen Cai be in trouble?"

"His injuries haven't fully healed yet..."

Uncle Nine turned and walked back to the main hall: "Let him be..."