Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

The next two weeks were peaceful and fulfilling in Qingzhushan.

Besides recuperating from their injuries, Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian spent their days practicing talisman making.

The three bloody marks on Lin Bei's face have completely healed, leaving no scars.

The claw marks on his chest and the two bloody holes on his calves had healed, leaving only a few faint white marks that were barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

Shi Shaojian's back injury had mostly healed; the scab had fallen off, revealing the new skin underneath.

The kid can move around normally now, running in the mountains and practicing standing meditation without any problems, but he still can't do anything too strenuous.

"Senior brother, your injury is healing a bit slowly." Lin Bei squatted in the courtyard drawing talismans, glancing at Shi Shaojian who was grimacing and stretching his legs beside him.

Shi Shaojian rolled his eyes at him: "You think everyone is like you? Pure Yang Dao Body, abnormal recovery ability."

"Of course, I'm just naturally talented, there's nothing I can do about it." Lin Bei chuckled and continued drawing talismans.

He is now very skilled at drawing evil-dispelling talismans, able to draw seven or eight out of ten successfully. He has also made great progress in drawing demon-suppressing talismans, able to draw five or six out of ten successfully.

In terms of mental strength, I can barely keep up. At least I don't have to rest after drawing a few pictures like before, otherwise I will feel dizzy!

Shi Shaojian's talisman-making skills are also steadily improving. He is more skilled at drawing exorcism talismans than Lin Bei, and can draw nine out of ten successfully.

The corpse-suppressing talismans were also drawn quite well; out of ten, six or seven could be successfully drawn.

He still couldn't draw the talisman to ward off evil spirits. Every time he drew it, he would give up halfway through because his mental energy couldn't keep up.

"I say, senior brother, you need to work on your mental strength more."

As Lin Bei drew the talisman, he said, "You always fail when you draw the evil-repelling talisman. You don't have enough mental strength, and you can't keep going halfway through."

Shi Shaojian rolled his eyes: "You think I don't want to? How do you train mental power? My master didn't teach me."

"Meditation, Master said, meditation can not only cultivate magical power, but also nourish the spirit."

"You always slack off when you meditate, and you fall asleep after sitting for a while. No wonder your mental strength can't improve."

Shi Shaojian blushed at what was said, wanting to refute but unable to.

He does tend to fall asleep easily when meditating. Every time he sits cross-legged with his eyes closed, he starts snoring after a short while.

Lin Bei has mentioned it to him several times, but he's always embarrassed.

"Alright, alright, I'll meditate properly tonight, okay?" Shi Shaojian muttered.

As the two were talking, Shi Jian came out of the main room.

He was carrying a large earthenware pot, the lid of which was tightly closed, but the aroma still managed to escape from the gaps, filling the entire courtyard.

Lin Bei sniffed, and the pen in his hand stopped moving.

"Master, you've stewed meat again?"

Shi Jian ignored him, placed the casserole on the stone table in the courtyard, and lifted the lid.

A plume of white steam shot into the sky, and the aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of herbs wafted over, so strong it was almost overwhelming.

"That weasel meat contains spiritual energy, allowing it to be preserved for a long time and also promoting your cultivation!"

Lin Bei leaned over to take a look and saw that the meat in the pot was stewed until tender and glistening with oil, and was still bubbling away.

But unlike last time, this time the soup had a faint ginseng aroma.

"Master, did you add ginseng?" Lin Bei's eyes lit up.

Shi Jian nodded and said, "I added some old ginseng, the three-hundred-year-old spiritual herb that Third Master Hu brought out. I cut a few slices and put them in each time."

Lin Bei swallowed hard: "A three-hundred-year-old ginseng, isn't that too extravagant?"

"Enough with the nonsense, are you going to eat or not?"

"Eat, eat, eat!" Lin Bei turned and ran to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks. When he came back, Shi Shaojian had already set the bowls out.

After Shi Jian divided the meat among the two men, he took some for himself.

"Eat."

The two threw down their chopsticks and started grabbing with their hands.

"Master, your skills are amazing! How many years of being single must you have to learn to cook like that!"

"Huh?" Shi Jian glared at Lin Bei. "Say what you just said again?"

Lin Bei felt a sense of unease as soon as he uttered those words, and quickly changed the subject.

"Master, this medicine is too strong, I can't take it!"

The current was even stronger than before; the medicinal power of the old ginseng and the spiritual power of the demon beast meat mixed together, like a fire dragon surging wildly through the body.

Lin Bei quickly put down the bowl, sat cross-legged, and began to refine the essence using the Supreme Induction Chapter.

Shi Shaojian did the same, throwing down his bowl and sitting down to meditate.

"Hmph!" Shi Jian snorted coldly, his face darkening slightly, and suddenly stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth.

These two lads need to be properly disciplined!

Before long, Shi Jian finished the meat in his bowl, and then went to get another bowl, since there was plenty of it!

Lin Bei's condition is much better than last time.

After this period of cultivation, his meridians are much wider and more resilient than before.

The fiery spiritual energy surged wildly through my meridians, causing them to swell, but it wasn't as excruciatingly painful as it had been last time.

He guided his magical power to surge from his dantian, layer by layer, to surround and block the spiritual energy, trapping it in several main meridians, refining it bit by bit.

The magical power in his dantian increased rapidly, strand by strand!

Two hundred and ten strands!

Two hundred and twenty strands!

Two hundred and thirty strands!

. . . . . .

The refining speed was much faster than last time, and the quality was also higher.

After finishing his second bowl, Shi Jian put it down and glanced at Lin Bei.

Lin Bei was steaming, his face was rosy, and his breathing was steady.

His Taoist robe was soaked with sweat, clinging to his body and outlining his strong muscles.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Shi Jian's eyes, but he quickly looked away.

He then looked at Shi Shaojian.

Shi Shaojian's condition is not as good as Lin Bei's, but it is much better than last time.

Although his face was still flushed, at least the expression of pain was gone, and his breathing was relatively steady.

Shi Jian nodded, stood up, and took the empty bowl back to the kitchen.

An hour later, Lin Bei opened his eyes.

The magical power in his dantian increased from 203 strands to 230 strands, an increase of more than 20 strands.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and his whole body crackled and popped.

"This is amazing!" Lin Bei grinned. "Master, the effects of this old ginseng are incredible!"

Shi Jian came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands: "What's so impressive about that? This is nothing!"

"The medicinal power of this 300-year-old ginseng has not yet been fully released. You will have to refine it slowly yourself."

Shi Shaojian also opened his eyes, and his complexion was much better.

"Senior brother, how much did you gain?" Lin Bei leaned closer.

Shi Shaojian sensed his dantian and his face fell: "A dozen or so strands... what about you?"

"Twenty-something!" Lin Bei raised an eyebrow and grinned slyly.

"Senior brother, I'm about to break through to the mid-stage!"

"roll!"

Shi Shaojian didn't want to pay attention to him. This guy was too discouraging. He always showed off in front of him because he had a pure Yang body!

Although he was already used to that guy's smug face!