Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Lin Bei dragged his injured body through the mountains and forests for nearly two hours until he was sure there were no pursuers behind him, and then he stopped in a secluded mountain hollow.

He sat down against the rock wall, blood still seeping from the wound on his back.

The cold, poisonous blood slowly circulated through his meridians, flaring up every so often and making him feel cold all over.

Bai Ling jumped off his shoulder, her little paws tugging at his trouser leg: "Master...you're bleeding so much..."

"It's okay, you won't die."

Lin Bei rubbed her head. "You lent me your spiritual energy just now, which must have taken a toll on you. Take a rest first."

Bai Ling shook her head, squatted down beside him, and rested her little head on his leg: "I will guard my master."

Lin Bei smiled and didn't try to persuade him further.

He used the Demon-Slaying Sword to carve out a cave that could only accommodate one person.

After crawling inside, they moved a few stones to block the entrance, and then pasted more than a dozen talismans to conceal their presence on the cave walls, forming a simple isolation array.

After doing all this, he began to circulate the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture.

The fake core in his dantian was now dull and lifeless, and his mana was recovering very slowly.

The blood poison was like a thin film covering the surface of the meridians, hindering the normal flow of spiritual energy.

"This thing is more troublesome than I imagined," Lin Bei frowned.

"Get out here!"

Lin Bei let out a low shout, and his magic power condensed into a sharp blade, slashing towards the wisp of dark red blood poison in his meridians.

The blood poison contracted sharply after being struck by the sharp blade.

It then dispersed into even smaller particles, which adhered to the walls of his meridians.

Lin Bei frowned. This blood poison was so troublesome that it couldn't be completely eliminated in one go. He could only spend time forcing it out of his body little by little.

He took a deep breath and slowed down.

First, use gentle magic to envelop the blood poison, preventing it from spreading further, and then slowly draw it outwards.

Each thread drawn out was refined with magical power until it completely dissipated.

During this process, he also had to use some of his magic power to repair the wounds on his back and the broken meridians.

There can be no relaxation during this period, otherwise the blood toxins will disperse and escape from the meridians.

It wasn't until the seventh day that he managed to expel the last trace of blood poison from his body.

The moment the dark red poisonous blood dripped from his fingertips, Lin Bei let out a long breath, feeling his meridians relax considerably.

"Finally, it was forced out..."

He moved his shoulders; the wound on his back had scabbed over, but the internal injuries were not so easy to heal.

The series of battles, coupled with the corrosive effects of the blood poison, have caused varying degrees of damage to his meridians and bones, requiring him to rest for at least some time.

"Master, are you done?" Bai Ling rubbed her head against his leg.

"Much better." Lin Bei patted her head. "How about you? How's your spiritual power recovering?"

"It's fully recovered..."

Bai Ling's voice carried a hint of apology, "Master, I'm too weak..."

"Don't say that."

Lin Bei rubbed her ear. "If you hadn't lent me your spiritual power, I wouldn't have even had the strength to escape that day."

Bai Ling's tail curled up slightly, clearly pleased to be praised by her master.

The little guy has been guarding the entrance to the cave these days, going out to forage for food every day and bringing back some wild fruits and spring water.

It seemed to be in good spirits, but the weakness from the borrowed spiritual energy was still lingering, and it would always fall asleep quickly when it lay down next to him.

Lin Bei rubbed her ear: "You've had a tough time these past few days."

Bai Ling mumbled an "Mmm" in her sleep and nestled into his hand.

During the time Lin Bei was healing his wounds, in a huge wolf den in the western werewolf territory.

A creature far larger than an ordinary werewolf was sitting on a luxurious stone chair.

This werewolf was covered in dark silver fur, and its eyes gleamed with a reddish-gold light.

He exuded a terrifying aura that made even the low-ranking werewolves in the entire wolf den tremble; he was none other than Duke Griffin of the werewolf clan.

Duke Griffin has just received news of what happened in Kyushu.

After a moment of silence, he finally stood up and strode into the depths of the wolf den.

In a stone hall deep within the wolf den, an even larger, silver-gray werewolf lay lazily on a stone bed covered with animal hides.

He held a silver cup in his hand, which contained a dark red liquid.

This werewolf had dark gold eyes and an aura even deeper and more profound than that of Duke Griffin; it was none other than the werewolf king, Reinhardt.

Duke Griffin entered the stone hall and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, something has happened in Kyushu!"

Reinhardt paused slightly in his silver cup, his dark golden gaze falling on Griffin: "Explain yourself."

"Our plans with the vampires were discovered by a Kyushu cultivator... Count Leo and Count Carlos are hunting down that Kyushu cultivator."

"But...it seems they escaped, and the lower-ranking werewolves we sent out also suffered heavy casualties."

After hearing this, Reinhardt sneered, "Hmph, that good-for-nothing Leo, we sent him to expand our territory, and he can't even handle this simple task."

"What's the background of that cultivator from Kyushu?"

"According to intelligence, they are disciples of the Maoshan Sect in Kyushu."

Griffin bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, that cultivator from the Nine Provinces is quite powerful and proficient in lightning magic, which is extremely effective against our people."

"If we let him continue to grow, it might hinder our plans!"

Reinhardt stood up and walked toward the huge map in the center of the stone hall.

The map marked the outlines of Europe and Asia, with several red markers indicating the location of Kyushu.

"Our predecessors left us with the admonition that the cultivation world of Kyushu is unfathomable, and one should not easily set foot on that land without absolute certainty."

"Especially the Maoshan Sect you mentioned, it's a top-tier sect in the entire Nine Provinces!"

Reinhardt spoke slowly, "But now the world is undergoing some kind of change, and the strength of the cultivation world in Kyushu is also declining."

"Leo's defeat only shows that he is too useless, not that the cultivators of Kyushu are invincible."

"If we encounter cultivators from other parts of the Nine Provinces, we should avoid them if possible. We are not yet ready to wage war against the entire cultivation world of the Nine Provinces."

Griffin bowed and accepted the order: "Yes, Your Majesty."

After Griffin left the stone hall, Reinhardt stood in front of the map, gazing at the vast territory of Kyushu, his dark golden eyes flashing with complex emotions.

Meanwhile, in an ancient castle in Europe.

A pale-faced middle-aged man sat on a high-backed chair at the top of the castle, toying with a crystal glass in his hand.

His face was eerily handsome, and his dark red eyes were as deep as an abyss. This man was none other than the vampire prince Ambrose.