Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Lin Bei opened the cultivation manual, which was full of various body-refining methods!

"How long does it take to practice this?" Lin Bei asked.

Shi Jian glanced at him: "It depends on your talent. If you have mediocre talent, it would be good if you could reach the Copper Skin level in ten years. If you don't have any opportunities, you might even be stuck at the Iron Bone level for life. But you have a Pure Yang Dao Body, so you should be faster."

"Following the cultivation technique is the accompanying medicinal bath method!"

"If you can reach the Copper Skin level within two years, I will teach you the basics of the Lightning Thunder Fist."

Lin Bei gritted his teeth: "Two years it is!"

"You'll have to find out the ingredients for the medicinal bath yourself!" Shi Jian nodded, turned, and left.

Lin Bei flipped to the last few pages of the Maoshan Vajra Body and found several prescriptions, but the medicinal materials listed there gave him a problem. With the few silver dollars he had, he probably couldn't even afford the scraps of the medicinal materials!

The first page of the exercise manual contains the general outline.

"Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in various forms. Below, it becomes rivers and mountains; above, it becomes the sun and stars. In man, it is called the vast and righteous spirit, which fills the boundless sky."

(This is a song about righteousness, don't worry about it!)

He sat on the ground and, following the instructions in the booklet, guided his magical power to circulate through his meridians.

Body-refining techniques are different from those for cultivating magical power. They do not go through the dantian, but rather through the meridians and acupoints of the whole body.

The magical power circulates in specific meridians. Each time it passes through an acupoint, it leaves a trace of magical power in that acupoint, slowly transforming the physical body.

Medicated baths nourish the body through the power of medicine, achieving a balance of yin and yang and harmony between the internal and external!

Lin Bei guided his magical power to flow from his dantian, circulating throughout his body's meridians.

After circulating his energy through one small cycle, Lin Bei felt warm all over, and even his meridians had a slight sheen.

"This feels quite comfortable."

Lin Bei continued his cultivation, sitting there for the entire morning, even forgetting to eat lunch!

When Shi Shaojian came to find him, he was still meditating in the bamboo forest, his body radiating heat.

"Junior brother, dinner's ready!"

Lin Bei opened his eyes, feeling as if he had inexhaustible strength all over his body.

He stood up and punched a bamboo stalk next to him. The bamboo, as thick as a bowl, shook violently, and bamboo leaves fell down with a rustling sound.

Shi Shaojian was stunned: "What kind of fist technique is that?"

"Diamond Body, body tempering." Lin Bei flexed his wrists. "It's actually quite enjoyable to fight with."

Shi Shaojian glanced at him enviously, "I wish Master would teach me other Taoist techniques!"

"Senior brother, don't be anxious. Would Master possibly mistreat you?"

"But you only recently broke through, your cultivation still needs to be stabilized!"

Shi Shaojian nodded. He knew his own weakness; he couldn't endure the hardship of this kind of body-refining technique.

The two chatted as they walked, and after finishing their meal, Lin Bei ran back to the back mountain to continue practicing.

Standing at the mountain gate, Shi Jian looked at Lin Bei's back and nodded slightly: "Possessing a pure Yang Dao Body and being able to cultivate diligently, this boy is destined for greatness!"

Several days passed in a row, and Qingzhu Mountain remained calm and peaceful. Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian continued their daily cultivation.

As night fell, while the three were having dinner, Shi Jian suddenly looked up and gazed towards the direction outside the temple.

His gaze sharpened, a glint of lightning flashing in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Master?" Lin Bei noticed Shi Jian's unusual behavior.

Shi Jian didn't speak, but turned around and walked to the entrance of the temple, glancing down the mountain.

There was nothing on the mountain path except the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest.

But Shi Jian sensed a faint demonic aura at the entrance of the dojo!

"Hmph! You're courting death." Shi Jian sneered.

Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

"Master, what's wrong?" Lin Bei asked.

Shi Jian turned around and walked back into the courtyard.

"It's nothing, just a few little bugs." He sat down, picked up his teacup, and said, "Go practice your skills, draw your talismans, and don't worry about anything else!"

Although Lin Bei was puzzled, if his master said it was nothing, then it should be nothing.

He picked up the Demon-Slaying Sword and began practicing his swordsmanship.

Shi Jian sat under the eaves, holding a teacup, glancing occasionally toward the mountain gate.

Although the demonic aura was faint, almost imperceptible, it could not escape his perception as a peak-level geomancer.

Shi Jian put down his teacup and walked into the main hall with his hands behind his back.

He took out a wooden box from under the altar, inside which were twelve neatly arranged blue talismans.

The blue talismans are all priceless, representing the wealth Shi Jian has accumulated over the years. In addition, there are three purple talismans, which Shi Jian has only managed to create with great difficulty after cultivating for so long.

Purple talismans not only require a high level of mastery of talismanic arts from the cultivator, but most importantly, they require the cultivator's primordial spirit!

If one's primordial spirit is not strong enough, one cannot draw a purple talisman. Furthermore, the materials for purple talismans are extremely difficult to find!

Shi Jian picked up a blue talisman, put it in his sleeve, and then put the wooden box back.

Inside the courtyard, Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian were still practicing their martial arts, completely unaware of the impending danger.

Shi Jian stood at the entrance of the main hall, looking at his two disciples. A complex look flashed in his eyes before he resumed his cold and hard expression.

"Go to bed early tonight, and get up early tomorrow!"

"Yes, Master!"

As night fell, Qingzhu Mountain fell silent.

Lin Bei lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He felt uneasy, but couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

He got up, drank some water, and then lay back down.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he suddenly heard a rustling sound outside.

Lin Bei's eyes snapped open, his brows furrowing slightly. He felt the voice growing ever closer, coming from all directions, as if it were enveloping the entire dojo.

"This is... demonic energy?"

A strong demonic aura wafted over, and Lin Bei grabbed the Demon-Slaying Sword and ran out quickly. Shi Shaojian from next door also ran out with a serious expression, holding a Bagua mirror.

In the courtyard, Shi Jian stood there straight, hands behind his back, his gaze coldly fixed on the darkness outside the mountain gate.

"Master, what's going on?" Shi Shaojian asked in a low voice.

Shi Jian did not answer. Instead, he put two fingers together, and streaks of lightning flashed. Then he pointed forward.

"Hmph, all that charlatanry! Disperse!"

A blinding flash of lightning exploded in the darkness, followed by a series of screams.

hiss! ! !

When Lin Bei and his companion saw the scene outside, they gasped in shock!

Outside the mountain gate, there were countless weasels, numbering at least a thousand.

In the darkness, pairs of bright green eyes stared at him, making Lin Bei's scalp tingle.

"So many weasels, Master, are they here for revenge?"

Shi Jian didn't speak, he just stared coldly outside!

At the very back of these weasels, on the top of a large tree, sat a huge weasel.

The weasel was as big as a calf, with golden, shiny fur that gleamed eerily in the darkness.

It sat perched on the treetop like a human, its blood-red eyes fixed intently on Lin Bei.