Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

"The Carlos Project failed?" Ambrose's voice was very soft, as if he were asking casually.

A vampire dressed in a black tuxedo knelt before him, his voice trembling: "Yes, Your Highness..."

Ambrose's fingers gently traced the rim of the crystal glass: "The plan was going well until now, how could it have failed so suddenly..."

"It is said that a Maoshan cultivator from Kyushu stumbled upon it, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides, during which most of the accompanying vampires were killed."

Ambrose was silent for a moment, then let out a low laugh.

"Interesting. Although Carlos is only a count, he shouldn't be unable to kill even a minor cultivator. It seems that the cultivation world of Kyushu is indeed not to be underestimated."

He stood up, walked to the castle window, and looked towards the eastern horizon: "Send an order to send a duke to Kyushu, but do not disturb those Taoist sects."

"After finding that monk..."

His gaze turned cold: "Kill him!"

"We, the noble vampire clan, are not to be trifled with by some mere ant!"

The news that the Vampire Duke and the Werewolf Duke had each led their own teams to Kyushu quickly spread throughout the Western cultivation world.

Some busybodies are already secretly observing the movements of these two teams.

Some people have begun to speculate about the background of the cultivator from Kyushu who was able to survive and even kill two Western count-level powerhouses.

Lin Bei was completely unaware of these developments in the Western spiritual community.

He was still recuperating in the cave, practicing his internal energy to repair his meridians every day, and occasionally going out to hunt some wild game.

Bai Ling's spiritual power has finally recovered, and she is in much better spirits than she was a few days ago.

That evening, Lin Bei lit a fire at the entrance of the cave and roasted the wild rabbit he had hunted over the fire.

Bai Ling squatted beside the fire, watching the sizzling rabbit meat, her tail tip twitching gently.

"Master, how long will it take for your injuries to heal?" Bai Ling's voice rang in his mind.

"Internal injuries heal slowly; it will take another month or so."

Lin Bei turned the rabbit meat over. "But as long as you don't fight with anyone, you'll be fine with normal activities."

Over the next few days, Lin Bei's condition gradually improved.

At the same time, he also sensed something was amiss in the mountains. A large number of unusual auras were roaming around, and those auras carried a distinct malevolent and chilling aura.

"Master...it seems like they've been wandering around outside." Bai Ling lay at the cave entrance, listening intently for a while.

"They're definitely looking for us."

Lin Bei walked to the cave entrance and peeked out through the crack in the rock. Several dark figures were moving quickly.

"They are vampires and werewolves."

"So what do we do?"

"A head-on confrontation is not the solution."

Lin Bei made the judgment, "Let's avoid their sharp edge for now."

He added several more concealment runes at the cave entrance, completely isolating the aura inside the cave.

Then he retreated deep into the cave and continued to sit cross-legged to recover his magical power.

The figures searching outside came and went several times, the closest they came to the cave entrance at less than twenty feet.

However, their senses were obscured by the rune array, and they were unable to discover his hiding place.

Bai Ling lay quietly beside him, listening intently to the sounds outside, her eyes warily observing the direction of the cave entrance.

Although the little creature was not large, the perception of spirit beasts far surpassed that of ordinary beings, and every move of those things was under her surveillance.

For three days straight, the vampires and werewolves remained.

They searched the mountains and forests, turning over every possible place, but they still couldn't find Lin Bei's hiding place.

By the fourth night, Lin Bei's injuries had recovered to about 70%, and his magical power had also recovered to most of its original level.

He stood at the cave entrance, watching the vampires and werewolves patrolling back and forth in the night, and began to devise a plan for counterattack.

"They've been here for so many days, they certainly won't give up easily."

Lin Bei said in a low voice, "But passively hiding like this isn't a solution. We have to take the initiative and hurt them before they'll back down."

Bai Ling perked up her ears: "Master, are you going to fight again?"

"Yes, but we won't fight them head-on this time."

Lin Bei patted her head. "Play guerrilla warfare, take them down one by one."

That night, Lin Bei came out of the cave.

He concealed his presence, disappearing into the night like a shadow.

Bai Ling followed at his feet, her small figure moving silently through the grass.

In the mountains, a group of vampires are patrolling along the ridge.

They flew at extremely high speeds, leaving blurry black trails in the air, and would stop every so often to check their surroundings.

Lin Bei hid behind a large tree, and when the group of vampires passed by, he silently crept past from the side.

He spotted a vampire servant lagging behind at the back of the group, a flash of lightning in his palm, and punched him in the back.

The vampire servant didn't even have time to scream before being pierced through by lightning.

It fell from the sky and was already lifeless when it hit the ground.

Lin Bei caught his body, dragged it into the bushes nearby and hid it, then quickly disappeared into the night.

The entire movement was clean and efficient, without alerting any of the vampires in front of them.

Not long after, when another werewolf patrol passed through the area, Lin Bei eliminated the last two in the same way.

Their bodies were dragged into the bushes, and even the bloodstains were cleaned up by Lin Bei using a cleansing spell.

In one night, Lin Bei made seven consecutive moves.

He assassinated seven lone vampire and werewolf servants, and each time he succeeded, he immediately withdrew without leaving any trace.

The next morning, when the search team took a headcount, they discovered that they were short of manpower.

Carlos and Leo stood in the makeshift camp, their faces increasingly grim.

"Some subordinates were killed."

Leo's voice was filled with suppressed anger, "At least seven or eight people died last night."

Carlos's expression was also grim; he had sent out fewer vampire servants.

Moreover, they all disappeared without a sound, without even being able to send out a distress signal.

"It must be that cultivator from Kyushu."

Carlos said coldly, "He's nearby, and he's been watching us from the shadows."

"And he should have already forced out the blood poison!"

Leo punched a tree trunk next to him, making the huge tree, which was as thick as a person's embrace, shake violently.

"Then we'll force him out! We'll find him no matter what!"

Carlos glanced at him: "How do you plan to dig?"

"This mountain forest is so big, if he's determined to hide and not come out, you could turn the whole mountain upside down and still not find him."

Leo was speechless and could only stand there, raging and roaring.

In the following days, the search of the mountain became even more thorough.

The vampires and werewolves no longer split up, but searched in groups.

Each team must have at least ten members and remain vigilant at all times.

But Lin Bei can still find opportunities to make a move.

He set up several simple trap arrays in the mountains and forests. When the patrol teams passed by and triggered the arrays, they would be enveloped in lightning or fire, resulting in a mass casualty.

He himself hid in the shadows, taking advantage of the chaos to kill any lone enemies.

After killing one person, he would immediately move to another location, never staying in the same place for more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Within just five days, nearly half of the followers that Carlos and Leo brought with them were lost.

Moreover, most of those killed were low-ranking servants and combatants of baron or viscount rank.

Although it wasn't a serious injury, it still caused the two earls to lose face.

"You bastard, you son of a bitch, come out and fight me one-on-one if you dare!" Leo roared furiously into the forest.

Although Carlos could maintain his composure on the surface, the killing intent in his dark red eyes was growing stronger.