Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

"Why has the resentment faded so much?" One of the disciples scratched his head, his tone somewhat puzzled.

"Who cares, just throw it all away and leave."

Another disciple waved his hand, "Just finish what the sect leader instructed."

"I dare not stay in this godforsaken place any longer!"

The two did not linger, turned around and quickly left along the way they came, soon disappearing into the night.

Lin Bei emerged from behind the tree, knelt down beside the two corpses to examine them, and his face immediately darkened.

The bodies of the two middle-aged men were ashen-faced with wide-open eyes, clearly indicating that they had experienced immense fear before their deaths.

What concerned him most was that although there were no external injuries on their bodies, their blood and energy had been almost completely drained.

This method was exactly the same as the evil tricks he had seen in Renjia Town.

"Heh... What a Green Leaf Sect..." Lin Bei murmured, stood up, and looked in the direction where the two disciples had disappeared, his killing intent surging.

He originally thought that Qingye Sect was a truly righteous sect, but now it seems that things are far from that simple.

How could a sect that protects the people leave corpses in such a mass grave filled with resentment?

Who drained the lifeblood from these corpses?

He had just found it strange that there was a mass grave near the Qingye Sect!

Now it seems... ha, it's probably related to the Qingye Sect!

That night, Lin Bei sneaked back to the vicinity of the Qingye Sect, concealing his presence and observing secretly.

In the following days, he would see Qingye Sect disciples throwing corpses into the mass grave under the cover of night every two or three days.

Most of the corpses were villagers from nearby villages, as well as homeless people and passing merchants.

These people were abducted by the Qingye Sect, their life essence was drained, and their bodies were disposed of in mass graves.

Afterwards, Lin Bei concealed his aura, bypassed the disciples on night watch by going around the side of the mountain gate, and made his way towards the main hall.

He had stayed at the Qingye Sect a few days ago and had a general understanding of its layout.

Behind the main hall are several tiled houses, which are the residence of Sect Leader Ye, and few people usually go near them.

Lin Bei climbed over a low wall and landed in the shadows of the backyard.

Just then, he heard voices coming from ahead.

Lin Bei immediately stopped and crouched down to hide behind a clump of bushes.

The voices came from the direction of the main hall, and one of them was the voice of Sect Leader Ye.

Another voice came from an old and unfamiliar voice, carrying a chilling aura.

"...Sect Leader Ye, your blood food supply has been a bit insufficient these past few months." The old voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Elder, please calm down."

Sect Leader Ye was no longer the cheerful man he once was; his tone was now entirely obsequious. "The townspeople have recently become suspicious. The reputation of the Green Leaf Sect cannot be ruined..."

"reputation?"

The aged voice sneered, "You want to cultivate the Blood Fiend Technique and break through to the Master realm? What reputation do you need?"

"Once you break through to the level of a Master of Humanity, won't the lives of these lowly people be at your disposal?"

"To revitalize the Qingye Sect, there always has to be a price to pay... doesn't it?"

Lin Bei's heart sank suddenly.

He had seen records of the Blood Fiend Technique in the Maoshan scriptures.

The method of accelerating cultivation by devouring the essence and blood of living people is extremely cruel.

The cultivation community has long had a prohibition against it, and anyone who practices this evil art should be punished by everyone.

"The elder is right."

Sect Leader Ye said with a forced smile, "This disciple will go and prepare immediately..."

"No..."

The aged voice interrupted him, "From today onwards, five a day, no less."

"My cultivation technique is at a critical stage and requires a large amount of essence and blood."

"Five?!"

Sect Leader Ye was immediately alarmed. "Elder, if this continues, the people in the town will be discovered very soon..."

"So what if we find out?"

The aged voice turned icy, "Within a radius of a hundred miles, who dares to interfere with the affairs of my Blood Fiend Sect?"

"You just focus on being the Qingye Sect Master; I'll take care of the rest."

Lin Bei crouched behind the bushes, his expression gloomy!

The kind and benevolent demeanor of Sect Leader Ye in front of him was all an act. His claims of protecting the people and teaching his disciples were all pretexts to cover up the truth.

Throughout his cultivation, he has encountered many evil spirits and heretics.

But this is the first time I've encountered such a beast who disguises himself as a respectable and upright person while secretly harming the people.

"A bunch of beasts... dare they call themselves cultivators?"

In that instant of intense emotion, a trace of his aura was revealed.

"Who!" the aged voice suddenly shouted.

not good!

A blood-red palm print flew out, carrying a strong killing intent as it struck towards the direction where Lin Bei was hiding!

"Golden light, appear instantly! Cover my body!" Lin Bei didn't have time to think, and the golden light spell lit up instantly.

The blood-red palm print slammed into the golden light shield, shattering most of it.

Lin Bei was jolted back several steps by the aftershock, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Where did this little bug come from?"

The aged voice carried a hint of mockery.

The main hall doors burst open, and a figure in a red robe strode out, exuding a strong aura of menace.

The man's face was withered, his eyes sunken, like a skeleton draped in human skin.

Sect Leader Ye stood behind him, already holding the Qingfeng Sword in his hand.

The kind smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a cold and sinister expression.

"It's you?" Sect Leader Ye recognized Lin Bei, and his expression darkened.

"Sect Leader Ye, what a fine Qingye Sect."

Lin Bei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneered, "I was almost fooled by your face."

The old man in the red robe sized Lin Bei up and down: "Who are you?"

"A rogue cultivator."

"A rogue cultivator?"

The red-robed elder scoffed, "A mere peak-level mage dares to eavesdrop on my conversation?"

"You've got some nerve."

He didn't believe Lin Bei's words at all. How could a rogue cultivator at the level of a mage have such audacity?

And he can even catch one of his palm strikes!

Most likely, he's a disciple from that unknown sect!

He turned to Sect Leader Ye and said, "Sect Leader Ye, since this young friend has come to our door, let's use him as our food for today."

Sect Leader Ye's expression changed slightly, but he still nodded: "Yes, Elder."

Lin Bei watched the two of them working together and sneered, "I thought they were some formidable characters, but they're just some old codger hiding in the gutter."

The red-robed elder's gaze turned cold: "Stubborn to the end, Sect Master Ye, take him down."

Sect Leader Ye took a step forward, his Qingfeng sword thrusting straight at Lin Bei's face.

His sword strikes were sharp and powerful, far surpassing his previous attacks on the vengeful ghost in the village.

Lin Bei used the Yu Step to sidestep and flash, drawing his Demon-Slaying Sword and slashing horizontally: "Break Evil!"

The sword energy and the sword blade collided in mid-air, creating a crisp sound.

Both of them took a step back at the same time, and neither of them gained an advantage.

"You're definitely not a rogue cultivator."

Sect Master Ye's expression darkened. "It's impossible for a rogue cultivator to have such a solid foundation as you."

"What do you care if I'm a rogue cultivator or not?"

Lin Bei swung his Demon-Slaying Sword in quick succession, unleashing three consecutive strikes. The sword energy crisscrossed, forcing Sect Master Ye to retreat repeatedly.