Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Grandpa Hu watched the departing figures of the group, a trace of melancholy flashing in his eyes.

The five great immortal families have been passed down for thousands of years, but with his generation, the Hui family is finished.

If something else happens to the Huang family...

Grandpa Hu sighed, turned around and walked back to his cave.

First, the Maoshan Sect produced Shi Jian, whose thunder magic was superb and earned him a great reputation. Now, another one with a pure Yang body has appeared. Is it really a blessing from heaven for Maoshan?

That young man with the pure Yang Daoist body, protected by Maoshan, is destined for greatness.

Inside the Ye family's ancestral home, Lin Bei had no idea that he had become the focus of the northern cultivation world.

He was lying in bed, fast asleep.

He was so badly injured that the healing pills circulated throughout his body, making him feel warm all over, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

I slept until noon the next day.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the sunlight streamed in through the window, so bright that he couldn't open them.

Lin Bei sat up and moved his body. His broken ribs had been set. Although it still hurt a little, it didn't hinder his movement.

In the corridor, Ye Liangchen was directing his servants to clean the courtyard. The body of Master Hui Jiu was still lying there, and the servants walked around it, none of them daring to get close.

"Daoist Master, you're awake!" Ye Liangchen saw Lin Bei and rushed over with a big smile. "Are you hungry? I've had some food prepared and will bring it to you right away."

Lin Bei chuckled; this kid was quite sensible. "Alright, take it to my room."

"Alright!" Ye Liangchen turned and ran.

Lin Bei walked into the courtyard and looked at the corpse of Gray Ninth Master. His eyes lit up. He had asked Ma Dana before, and she said she hated rats, so she left it to Lin Bei.

This great demon, with eight hundred years of cultivation, is a treasure trove from head to toe; its fur, bones, blood, and demon core are all rare and valuable materials.

Especially demon cores; demon cores with eight hundred years of cultivation are priceless.

Lin Bei drew his Ghost-Slaying Sword, cut open Gray Ninth Master's stomach, and pulled out a round ball the size of an egg.

"This is the demon core?"

The sphere is grayish-brown, about the size of an egg, and emits a faint glow; it feels heavy in the hand.

"Good stuff!" Lin Bei put the demon core into his bundle and began peeling the skin again.

Although Master Hui's skin was charred black by Shi Jian's lightning, it was still the skin of an eight-hundred-year-old demon, and it could still be used for weapon forging.

Lin Bei spent a lot of effort peeling off the skin, then removing the bones and taking the blood, working for most of the day.

Ye Liangchen stood to the side, dumbfounded.

This Taoist priest Lin seems quite skilled in his work; he peeled the skin and removed the bones with swift and efficient movements.

Lin Bei sorted the skin, bones, and blood into different categories, and then asked Ye Liangchen to find several large vats to pour the blood into and seal them.

"These things are treasures, we can't waste them."

Ye Liangchen nodded repeatedly. Although he didn't know what use these things were, he did whatever Lin Bei said.

After finishing his work, Lin Bei returned to his room, where a sumptuous meal was already laid out.

Four dishes and one soup: braised pork, sweet and sour fish, Sichuan-style chicken, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, plus a bowl of chicken soup.

Lin Bei was starving, so he started eating with his hands, wolfing down the food in a flash.

After finishing his meal, Lin Bei patted his belly with satisfaction, and then went to visit the three Quanzhen Sect disciples.

Li Zhichang's injuries have healed considerably, and he can now walk. Wang Zhiyuan and Zhang Zhihe are still in bed, but their spirits are much better.

"Fellow Daoist Li, is your injury any better?" Lin Bei walked into the room.

Li Zhichang clasped his hands in greeting, "I'm much better now, thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist Lin."

"Don't mention it, you saved my life, I haven't thanked you properly yet."

"Slaying demons and eliminating evil is my duty," Li Zhichang smiled. "Fellow Daoist Lin, your Maoshan's talisman techniques are renowned throughout the world. Perhaps we could exchange skills sometime?"

Lin Bei's eyes lit up. "Great! I'm also very interested in your Quanzhen Sect's internal alchemy techniques."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Lin Bei was still cultivating the Taishang Ganying Pian, which was the basic cultivation method of Maoshan. It was pure and peaceful, and most suitable for building a foundation. Once Lin Bei broke through to the level of a Dharma Master, he would switch to cultivating Maoshan's sect-protecting method, the Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing!

Madana walked out of her room and, as she reached the door, saw Lin Bei chatting with the three members of the Quanzhen Sect.

Lin Bei is a very outspoken and carefree person, but he is sincere and genuine, which is why she was willing to travel with him.

For the next few days, Lin Bei recuperated at the Ye family's ancestral home.

The healing pills given by Madana were indeed powerful, and combined with the recovery ability of his pure Yang Dao body, his injuries healed very quickly.

In seven days, Lin Bei's injuries were almost completely healed, and he was as good as new.

The three disciples of the Quanzhen Sect stared wide-eyed.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, your recovery speed is too fast!" Li Zhichang stared wide-eyed. "The rest of us were injured less severely than you, and we're still not fully recovered."

Lin Bei chuckled, "As you've probably all noticed, my only weakness is my strong recovery ability. It's normal."

Li Zhichang rolled his eyes. Talking to this guy always resulted in him putting down his words, which were laced with a hint of boasting.

Wang Zhiyuan lay on the bed, weakly saying, "Fellow Daoist Lin, did you take some kind of miraculous elixir?"

"That's right, it was from taking healing pills!" Lin Bei patted his waist pouch. "I have a few left. I'll give you one another day."

"Then thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Lin!" Wang Zhiyuan's eyes lit up.

Zhang Zhihe quickly expressed his gratitude.

Lin Bei waved his hand. "Don't mention it. You saved my life, what's a few pills?"

After recovering from his injuries, Lin Bei's first thought wasn't to cultivate, but to indulge in a feast.

He pulled Madonna aside and insisted on treating her to dinner.

Madonna was initially reluctant, saying, "Your injury has just healed, don't go running around."

"Sister Na, I haven't eaten for days. If I don't eat something good soon, my body will break down."

Lin Bei persisted, "Come on, come on, it's my treat. I've found out the best dishes in Yejia Town, and Fumanlou has the best banquet."

Madonna couldn't refuse him, so she had no choice but to go with him.

Fumanlou is the largest restaurant in Yejia Town. It is a three-story wooden building with a rather grand decoration.

Lin Bei booked a private room and ordered a table full of dishes.

After all the dishes were served, Lin Bei poured a glass of wine for Ma Danna and then poured one for himself.

"Sister Na, this toast is for you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have lost my life in Yejia Town."

Madana picked up her glass, clinked it against his, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Stop talking nonsense and eat your food!"

Lin Bei chuckled, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating.

The braised pork knuckle was so tender that it fell apart with the touch of a pick-up, melting in the mouth. The sea bass was also incredibly fresh and tender, steamed to perfection.

Lin Bei ate with gusto, praising the food as he ate.

"It's delicious! It's so delicious! Sister Na, you should eat some too, don't just watch me eat!"

Madana picked up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks, chewed it slowly, and it was unclear whether she usually ate this little bit. Just like last time, she tasted each dish once or twice before putting down her chopsticks.

Lin Bei devoured most of the dishes on the table by himself, downed a pot of wine, and then let out a satisfied burp.