Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

After the war, the Ye family ancestral home fell silent.

Lin Bei lay on the bed, his whole body wrapped in bandages, like half a mummy.

His chest wound was the most severe; not long after, three more ribs were broken. If it weren't for his superhuman physique, that claw would have ripped a hole through his chest.

The healing pills Madana gave him were indeed effective, far superior to those Shi Jianlian had made.

As the pill entered my stomach, a warm current circulated through my body, slowly repairing the damaged meridians and even healing the hidden injuries within.

"The Ma family's pills are really something else," Lin Bei muttered to himself, continuing to refine the medicinal power.

Time passed slowly, and a trace of magical power gradually returned to his dantian. Although it was pitifully little, at least it wasn't empty.

He guided this wisp of magical power to circulate slowly through his meridians, working in conjunction with the medicinal power of the pills to repair his injuries.

In the next room, three Quanzhen Sect disciples were also healing their wounds.

Li Zhichang was the most seriously injured. He was slapped on the back by the five-hundred-year-old gray fairy, which tore his skin and almost injured his spine.

Wang Zhiyuan and Zhang Zhihe were in no better shape; they were covered in injuries and lay in bed, wincing in pain at the slightest movement.

"Senior brother, is that Lin Bei from Maoshan already this powerful at the early stage of Daoist cultivation?" Wang Zhiyuan asked, lying on the bed and shifting slightly.

Li Zhichang leaned against the headboard and nodded slightly. "I've seen this kind of physique in ancient books. It's a pure Yang Dao physique, a cultivation genius that's one in ten thousand. Of course it's powerful."

"What is a Pure Yang Dao Body?"

"The most yang and strong physique in the world allows one to cultivate at a speed several times faster than an ordinary person, and the recovery ability is also abnormal. Most importantly, this physique has a natural restraint against yin and evil things."

"However, it also has a strong attraction to demons and monsters. If they were to devour Lin Bei, they could gain at least several hundred years' worth of cultivation!"

hiss! ! !

The two gasped instantly. Was the Pure Yang Dao Body really that abnormal?

Wang Zhiyuan clicked his tongue. "No wonder that kid dared to venture out alone."

"He's alone!" Li Zhichang chuckled. "That Madanna, from the Ma family of the Exorcist Dragon Clan, is a late-stage True Person cultivator. Her Nine-Character Mantra can even kill an 800-year-old Hui family immortal!"

"Why are people from the Ma family here?"

"Who knows?" Li Zhichang shook his head. "The world is not peaceful, and there are more and more demons and monsters. It's normal for the Ma family to come out and slay demons and monsters."

The three chatted for a few minutes, but were too tired to say anything more, so they closed their eyes and began to heal their wounds.

Ye Liangchen stood in the corridor, directing his servants to bustle about, delivering hot water, medicine, and clean clothes to several rooms one by one.

Old Master Ye was helped back to his room by two servants. He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

With Hui Jiaxian dead, his most powerful backer is gone.

With two sons dead and a third son who is an ingrate, the Ye family is likely to fall from grace in his hands.

Ye Liangchen didn't care what his father was thinking; all he could think about was how to curry favor with those Taoist priests.

Especially Lin Bei, a top disciple of the Maoshan Sect, who even dared to fight the Gray Immortal. His background is incredibly powerful. If we treat him well, the Ye family's position in Ye Family Town will be even more secure in the future.

"Someone, go to the best restaurant in town and book a table of fine food to send to the Taoist priests tomorrow," Ye Liangchen said, waving his hand.

The servants rushed out.

"Go to the storeroom and get two new cotton quilts for the Taoist priests to change into."

"Yes, Third Young Master."

Ye Liangchen stood in the courtyard, looking at the mess on the ground, a smile appearing on his lips.

The body of Master Hui Jiu was still lying in the courtyard, and no one dared to move it. That thing was too big, like a cow, and its whole body was charred black, which was frightening to look at.

Lin Bei had previously stated that he had a great use for Master Hui's corpse, and no one was allowed to touch it.

Although Ye Liangchen didn't know what use it was, he did whatever Lin Bei said.

Meanwhile, more than 200 miles away in the ancestral land of the Hui family, chaos reigned.

The escaped gray spirits crowded together in the underground cave, making a huge fuss.

"Our ancestor is dead! What do we do?"

"What else can we do? Take revenge!"

"What revenge are you seeking? Even the patriarch couldn't defeat that woman, and you're going to throw your life away?"

"So what do you suggest we do? Just let it go like this?"

"That's not your problem, I'm not going anyway."

"Stop arguing!" A gray immortal with five hundred years of cultivation shouted, his demonic aura bursting out, suppressing the other gray immortals so they dared not utter a sound.

This gray immortal is a generation younger than Gray Ninth Master, but its cultivation level is the highest besides Gray Ninth Master, so it is called Gray Seventh Master and ranks seventh.

Seventh Master Grey squatted on the stone bed, his green eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Our ancestor is dead. Our Hui family cannot be without a leader. From today onwards, I am your new ancestor."

The other gray immortals exchanged glances, and although they were resentful, none of them dared to utter a sound.

With his cultivation level of five hundred years, no one present could defeat Master Grey.

"Seventh Master, what should we do now?" a gray fairy asked in a trembling voice.

Seventh Master Gray squinted and thought for a moment.

"We can't afford to offend Lin Bei and Madana, but we can't let this go. Let's go find Grandpa Hu."

"Find Grandpa Hu the Third? Can he help us?"

"Whether to help or not is one thing, whether to go or not is another." Master Hui jumped off the stone bed. "The five immortal families are of one mind. With such a big thing happening to the Hui family, Third Master Hu cannot ignore it."

"You lot, come with me to Qingqiu Mountain."

Seventh Master Grey summoned a few high-level Grey Family Immortals, who emerged from the tunnel and raced towards Qingqiu Mountain.

Qingqiu Mountain is located north of the ancestral home of the Hui family, more than a thousand miles away. Seventh Master Hui and his men traveled for three days and three nights before finally arriving at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain on the morning of the fourth day.

Qingqiu Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and you can't see anything from the outside, only a vast expanse of white.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Master Grey looked up at the cloud-shrouded peaks, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes.

Grandpa Hu the Third, the head of the Five Great Immortals, possesses a thousand years of cultivation and is a six-tailed white fox. In the northern cultivation world, Grandpa Hu the Third's words carry more weight than the orders of most sect leaders.

"Hui Qi of the Hui family requests an audience with Third Master Hu." Seventh Master Hui knelt at the foot of the mountain and respectfully kowtowed three times.

The clouds churned, and a path emerged from them, winding its way to the mountaintop.

Master Grey stood up and led a few of his underlings up the path.

After walking for half an hour, they arrived at a stone gate. Two white foxes were crouching on either side of the gate. They were not large, but their eyes shone with intelligence, and it was clear at a glance that they were quite powerful.

"Grandpa Hu wants you to come in," the white fox on the left said. "They're waiting outside."

Master Grey nodded, told his underlings to stay outside, and walked through the stone gate himself.

Behind the stone gate is a huge cave, with luminous pearls embedded in the ceiling, illuminating the cave as brightly as day.

The cave was simply furnished with a stone table, a few stone chairs, and a painting on the wall depicting a nine-tailed white fox walking on clouds.

Grandpa Hu sat on the stone chair at the head of the table, dressed in a white robe, with white hair and beard, a kind face, but his eyes shone with a captivating light.