Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

After leaving the ruins of the Qingye Sect, Lin Bei found a secluded cave to recuperate.

Although the power left behind when Baopushanren possessed him helped heal most of his injuries, the impact of the descent of the primordial spirit still put a burden on his physical body.

While he was healing, in a dark place!

Within the forbidden area of ​​the Blood Fiend Sect, a massive blood pool churned with thick blood energy.

Three figures sat cross-legged in the center of the blood pool, arranged in the Three Fiends Formation, their bodies shrouded in dense, bloody aura.

Their faces were shrouded in blood, making it impossible to discern their exact features.

But that terrifying pressure shrouded the entire forbidden area in a repressive atmosphere.

These three were none other than Xue Wuyai, the sect leader of the Blood Fiend Sect, and two Supreme Elders, Yin Pojun and Chi Lianyu.

All three were powerful cultivators at the Celestial Master level, especially Yin Pojun and Chi Lianyu, whose cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Celestial Master realm.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from outside the forbidden area gate, followed by a gentle knock.

The three of them opened their eyes at the same time, revealing pairs of scarlet eyes.

"Come in," the sect leader Xue Wuyai's hoarse voice rang out.

The forbidden area gates slowly opened, and the First Elder, Blood-Dried Old Man, walked in.

He bowed respectfully to the three of them, then whispered, "Sect Master, two Supreme Elders... Fifth Brother's soul lamp has gone out."

"Fifth Brother? Blood Fiend's soul lamp has gone out?"

Xue Wuyai frowned, and a terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted from his body.

The pool of blood surged violently in the instant of his emotional outburst, splashing up waves of blood several feet high.

"waste!"

Xue Wuyai's voice was icy cold, "He was sent out to infiltrate and collect blood food, and ended up losing his own life!"

"Do you know who did it?"

The First Elder shook his head: "The Fifth Brother's soul lamp did not send back any message before it went out. He must have been killed on the spot, without even a chance to send a message."

Yin Pojun spoke slowly, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable authority: "No matter which force it is, anyone who dares to kill members of my Blood Fiend Sect will be held accountable sooner or later."

"But now is not the time..."

Chi Lianyu also opened his eyes: "The fact that Fifth Brother is dead means that the stronghold in that place has been exposed."

"Have all the disciples who are hiding outside withdraw, and do not show their faces during this period."

"Don't be like those fools from the Corpse Soul Sect, who become arrogant and conceited once they gain strength!"

"The end of the Dharma is approaching, and at that time this world will belong to our evil and demonic sect."

Chi Lianyu chuckled darkly, "Those reputable sects, none of them will escape when the time comes."

Xue Wuyai remained silent for a moment, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and nodded.

"Do as the two elders say..."

"Pass down the order: all disciples outside the main altar must return to the main altar. No one is allowed to leave during this period."

The Grand Elder accepted the order and withdrew from the forbidden area...

Not long after, the gate to the forbidden area was pushed open again, and dozens of blood-red barrels were carried in.

The lid of the bucket was lifted, and thick blood was poured into the blood pool, causing the concentration of blood energy in the forbidden area to surge instantly.

The three powerful celestial masters closed their eyes again and immersed themselves in cultivation.

Inside the cave, it took Lin Bei five whole days to get back to his peak condition.

Bai Ling has stayed by his side for the past five days, going out to find food every day.

Every now and then, it would bring back a few wild rabbits and pheasants, pile them up in front of him, and push them to his side with its little paws.

The little creature is now a spirit beast, possessing human nature and intelligence far surpassing that of ordinary wild animals.

Aside from not being able to speak human language yet, it's already almost like a little genius.

"Master, eat!" Little White Spirit's childish voice rang out in Lin Bei's mind.

Lin Bei opened his eyes, looked at the pile of prey in front of him, his lips twitched, and he said indulgently, "Little guy, are you trying to feed me like a pig?"

"whee!!!"

Bai Ling tilted her head happily, her tail wagging gently, a hint of smugness in her eyes.

"Owner……"

"Where do we go next?"

"Keep heading south."

Lin Bei set off again, heading south, passing through several towns and mountain forests.

Along the way, I encountered many cultivators, some of whom were independent practitioners, while others were disciples of small sects.

They saw a snow-white fox with bright, lively eyes perched on Lin Bei's shoulder and all turned to look at it with curiosity.

Occasionally, someone would recognize him: "Isn't that... Little Thunder King of Maoshan?"

"I heard he always has a little fox with him!"

"It does look like him. I heard he left Maoshan a while ago and has been traveling around ever since."

"Pure Yang Dao Body, a direct disciple of Master Shi, no wonder he has such an aura at such a young age."

In the six months that followed, Lin Bei traveled to many places.

Along the way, he slew countless evil spirits and ghosts, and his reputation as the Little Thunder King of Maoshan spread far and wide.

Some call him "the walking thunderbolt," while others call him "Little Thunder King." He and Zhang Zhiling of the Celestial Master's Mansion are known as the two prides of Taoism.

At the Celestial Master's Mansion, Zhang Zhiling stood atop a mountain, gazing at the distant, rolling mountains.

He had just received a message from his disciples that Lin Bei had made quite a name for himself in the cultivation world over the past six months, and had already begun to overshadow him.

"Little Thunder Lord... Little Thunder King..."

Zhang Zhiling repeated the two titles in a low voice, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Alright, we can't let him steal all the limelight."

He turned and walked into the main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion to resign from his post.

"Grandmaster, this disciple would like to go out for a walk."

The old master sat on the futon and glanced at him: "Did you get provoked by that brat Lin Bei?"

Zhang Zhiling touched his nose: "It's not that exciting, it's just that... we can't let him steal all the limelight."

The old celestial master smiled and said, "Go on, the end of the Dharma is approaching. If cultivators only stay in their sects and work in isolation, they will never amount to anything."

"Since you're so keen on it, go out for a walk."

"Remember, don't force yourself to fight someone you can't beat. The reputation of the Celestial Master's Mansion is important, but life is more important."

"Thank you, Grandmaster!" Zhang Zhiling bowed respectfully, turned around, and strode out of the main hall.

Zhang Zhiling packed his belongings quickly and went down the mountain that same day.

At the same time, other major sects also successively sent their disciples out to gain experience.

Young disciples from Wudang, Quanzhen, Shenxiao, Gezaoshan, and other sects ventured down the mountain to explore, making the cultivation world bustling with activity.

Later, even Buddhist disciples got involved!

These disciples who were sent out were privately referred to as "walkers" of various factions.

Lin Bei was unaware of this; he was sitting in a tavern in a small town, with a bowl of steaming hot soup noodles in front of him.

Bai Ling squatted on the table, with a small plate in front of her containing chopped braised meat.

The little guy ate elegantly and politely, taking small bites of meat, occasionally glancing up at Lin Bei, and gently wagging his tail.