Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

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Huang San Niang looked up at the sky and let out a mournful howl.

The weasels that were besieging Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian were all stunned when they heard the long howl.

Then, like madmen, they ignored Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian and all pounced on Shi Jian.

Thousands of weasels, densely packed, surged toward Shi Jian like a tidal wave.

"Hmph, a beast is a beast, no matter how many there are, it's useless!"

Shi Jian sneered and quickly changed hand seals.

"Heaven and Earth are boundless, borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth, the Great Wooden Stake Technique!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless wooden stakes as thick as bowls suddenly emerged from the ground.

These wooden stakes are not ordinary wood; each one is engraved with runes and gleams with a golden light.

Wooden stakes suddenly appeared from all directions, and the weasels had no time to dodge, being smashed to pieces by the stakes.

The screams were incessant, sending chills down one's spine.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of weak weasels were killed, and the rest scattered in fear, not daring to come any closer.

Just stay far away and watch this man who is both godlike and demonic!

But those weasels, with centuries of cultivation, relied on their own abilities and quickly bypassed the wooden stakes, continuing to pounce on Shi Jian.

Shi Jian didn't even glance at them, and changed his hand seals again.

"Five Thunder Orthodox Method, heed my command! Heavenly thunder, earthly thunder, water thunder, divine thunder, and community thunder, unleash the five thunders simultaneously!"

Five bolts of lightning of different colors shot out from his palm, striking in five different directions.

Each bolt of lightning struck a century-old weasel with pinpoint accuracy.

The five century-old weasels didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted into charred remains by lightning.

The remaining century-old weasels were finally frightened. They stopped in their tracks, trembling, and dared not take another step forward.

Huang Sanniang crawled out of the pit and saw this scene; her blood-red eyes were filled with despair.

The lightning magic that Shi Jian cultivated was too much of a counter to their demon race!

If the fighting continues, the entire Huang family will be wiped out.

"Retreat!" Huang San Niang let out a sharp cry.

Upon hearing the command, the weasels turned and ran.

But Shi Jian wasn't about to let it go. He moved swiftly and appeared in front of several weasels that were four or five hundred years old. He struck them one by one, severely injuring them.

Then he pulled out a palm-sized gourd from his sleeve. It was completely black and had a Tai Chi symbol engraved on it.

"Tai Chi Gourd, collect!"

Shi Jian chanted an incantation, and the gourd opened, releasing a powerful suction force from inside.

The severely injured weasels were sucked in and couldn't even struggle.

Shi Jian then walked to each of the dead weasels, pointed the gourd at the corpse, and chanted a spell to close it.

The carcasses of hundreds of weasels were all sucked into the gourd.

Even the bits of flesh and blood on the ground were completely absorbed by the gourd.

For reasons unknown, Shi Jian actually left behind the corpses of five weasels!

Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian slumped in the courtyard, covered in injuries, unable to even stand up.

The two watched Shi Jian display his incredible power the whole time, and only one thought remained in their minds: Master is awesome!

Shi Jian casually tossed the five weasel carcasses into the yard and glanced at his two apprentices.

Lin Bei was covered in wounds; there was no part of his body unscathed. He had three bloody marks on his face, three deep claw marks on his chest that revealed the bone, and two bloody holes on his calves that were still oozing blood.

Shi Shaojian wasn't in much better shape; a large chunk of skin and flesh had been torn from his back, and he grimaced in pain with the slightest movement!

"Can you still walk?" Shi Jian asked in a deep voice.

Lin Bei tried to stand up, but his legs gave way and he sat back down.

"It seems...not quite right."

Shi Jian stepped forward, picked up the two men, one in each hand, and tucked them under his arms, then strode into the house.

He placed the two of them on the bed and took out two porcelain bottles from the cabinet, one containing wound medicine and the other containing healing pills.

First, clean the wounds of the two people, apply wound medicine, and then bandage them with cloth strips.

Lin Bei winced in pain, and Shi Shaojian couldn't help but cry out twice, but after being glared at by Shi Jian, he dared not make a sound.

"Open your mouth." Shi Jian stuffed the healing pills into the mouths of the two of them.

As soon as the pill entered my stomach, a warm current rose from my abdomen and flowed to my limbs and bones.

Lin Bei instantly felt that the pain from his wounds had lessened and the bleeding had stopped.

"Master, will those weasels come back?" Lin Bei asked.

Shi Jian put the porcelain bottle away: "Not in a short time. I severely injured Huang San Niang, and she won't recover for several months."

"And then what?"

"Later?" A cold glint flashed in Shi Jian's eyes. "If it's not afraid of death, let it come."

Lin Bei was relieved. With his master around, what was there to be afraid of?

Shi Jian looked at the two men's injuries and frowned.

"You two are seriously injured and will need to rest for half a month. During this time, don't practice any martial arts; just focus on recuperating and cultivating your magical power!"

Lying on the bed, Shi Shaojian asked weakly, "Master, why did you collect those weasel carcasses?"

"For alchemy!" Shi Jian said expressionlessly. "The flesh of demons contains spiritual energy, making it ideal for body refinement. Those demon cores with a hundred years of cultivation are even rarer treasures."

Lin Bei's eyes lit up: "Master, can I eat it?"

Shi Jian glanced at him: "Hmph, I knew what you were thinking. I left five for you!"

Lin Bei grinned. Shi Jian was a man with a cold exterior but a warm heart; he had been remembering the matter of the demon beast meat all along.

But when he smiled, the three bloody marks on his face were pulled apart, causing him to twitch in pain.

Shi Jian stood up, walked to the door, and glanced back.

"Take good care of your injury and don't move around too much."

After saying that, he went out and closed the door behind him. Lin Bei lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His wounds ached in waves, but he felt at ease.

Although the fight was brutal, he survived and figured out his own limitations.

He could handle these minor demons, but those with over a hundred years of cultivation would require a fierce battle!

"Junior brother," Shi Shaojian called out from the side.

"Um?"

"Will those three scars on your face leave any marks?"

Lin Bei touched his face; three bloody streaks ran from his left forehead to his right chin, spanning his entire face.

"Keep it if you want. Men are more handsome with scars."

Shi Shaojian chuckled, which aggravated the wound on his back, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Oh my god, it hurts so much!"

"Those damned weasels, I'll burn their whole lair down sooner or later!"

The two looked at each other, then laughed, their laughter echoing in the darkness!

Dozens of miles away from Qingzhu Mountain, Huang Sanniang fled here with a group of her children and grandchildren.

Its fur was burned off, and its whole body was charred black. Every step it took brought waves of excruciating pain!

Huang San Niang stopped under a big tree, glanced back at the direction of Qingzhu Mountain, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Shi Jian, Lin Bei, you just wait."

"I, Huang Sanniang, swear that I will not become a demon until I have destroyed your Green Bamboo Mountain Taoist temple!"