Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

The next morning, Lin Bei was practicing his sword in the courtyard when Shi Jian came out of the main hall.

"Lin Bei, come with me."

Lin Bei sheathed his sword and followed Shi Jian into the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

In the clearing deep in the bamboo forest, the lightning rod still stands there.

Shi Jian stood next to the lightning rod and turned to look at Lin Bei.

"You've mastered the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique, but your combat methods are indeed too limited. Today, I'll teach you a new sword technique."

Lin Bei's face lit up with joy: "What sword technique?"

"Maoshan Thunder Sword Technique." Shi Jian took out a peach wood sword. "This sword technique uses the power of thunder as a guide. When used in conjunction with the Lightning Thunder Fist, its power is multiplied."

"Lightning Thunder Fist is a fist technique, Thunder Sword is a sword technique, and the two complement each other."

Lin Bei rubbed his hands together excitedly, "Master, teach me quickly!"

Shi Jian raised the peach wood sword, and a flash of lightning appeared on the blade.

"The Maoshan Thunder Sword Technique has nine forms in total. The first form is 'A Sudden Appearance of Lightning!'"

Shi Jian thrust out his sword, a flash of lightning appearing at the tip, and a tiny bolt of lightning shot out from the tip, striking a blue stone in front of him.

boom!

The bluestone was split in two by lightning, and the cut was charred black.

"This move emphasizes speed; the sword flashes like lightning, giving the opponent no time to react."

Lin Bei was secretly astonished. "Wow, that's amazing! Compared to the Demon-Slaying Sword, it's not even in the same league!"

"Second move, Thunder Strike." Shi Jian gripped his sword with both hands, and the lightning on the sword surged. With a slash, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl blasted out from the sword, splitting a bamboo stalk as thick as a bowl in two.

"This move emphasizes brute force, overwhelming the opponent with momentum, instantly locking onto them, leaving them with no way to dodge."

Lin Bei nodded repeatedly.

"Third move, Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens." Shi Jian threw the peach wood sword into the air, and the sword spun in mid-air. Countless bolts of lightning shot out from the sword, like an electric net, covering an area of ​​ten feet in radius.

"This technique emphasizes breadth and is used for group attacks, making it most effective against enemies who are surrounded."

Lin Bei was dumbfounded. "Master, that's too amazing!"

Shi Jian sheathed his peach wood sword and looked at him.

"The Thunder Sword technique demands even more from the physical body and magical power than the Lightning Strike Fist. Your body, at its peak of copper skin, can barely withstand it, but your magical power is insufficient. For now, I will only teach you three forms!"

"Practice the moves first, but don't attract lightning. Once you've mastered the moves, then you can combine them with the Lightning Strike Fist."

Lin Bei took the peach wood sword, took a deep breath, and began practicing the sword technique.

Shi Jian stood aside and carefully instructed: "Keep the sword steady, don't let your wrist shake, and let your magic power originate from your dantian and explode at the tip of the sword."

Following Shi Jian's instructions, Lin Bei adjusted his posture. He had a foundation in practicing the Ghost-Slaying Sword, so these sword moves were not difficult for him to master.

Shi Jian stood to the side, occasionally offering a few pointers, but mostly just watching.

Ma Dana stood outside the bamboo forest, watching Lin Bei practice his swordplay, and thought to herself: This kid has great talent and is willing to work hard. He will surely achieve great things in the future.

That evening, Lin Bei dragged his tired body back to his room.

My whole body aches, my wrists are swollen, and I have blisters on the back of my hand.

But he was happy. In the following days, Lin Bei did nothing but practice the Thunder Sword Technique, except for eating and sleeping.

In the morning, I practice the first move, "Lightning Flash," and in the afternoon, I practice the second move, "Thunder Strike." In the evening, I meditate to cultivate my magical power.

Shi Shaojian was also practicing his wooden stake technique. Under Shi Jian's wise guidance, his wooden stake technique was finally able to summon wooden stakes to fight enemies.

Madanna settled down on Qingzhu Mountain, taking walks on the mountain every day, enjoying the scenery, and occasionally giving Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian pointers.

Shi Shaojian received guidance several times and made considerable progress.

That afternoon, Lin Bei was drawing talismans in his room.

After drawing yellow talismans for several days, he suddenly had a bold idea: to try drawing blue talismans!

Shi Jian once said that the power of a blue talisman is more than ten times that of a yellow talisman, and it is more effective against demons and monsters with high cultivation levels, but it requires a very high level of mental strength from the cultivator.

He's now at the early stage of Taoist cultivation, and his spiritual power is much stronger than before, so he should be able to give it a try.

Lin Bei spread out the blue talisman paper made from the skin of a century-old weasel, ground the cinnabar, and picked up the wolf-hair brush.

He had long since memorized how to draw the blue talisman, but he had never dared to try it.

Concentrate your mind and gather your magical power, then draw each stroke carefully.

But after only a few strokes, Lin Bei's face suddenly turned red, and veins bulged on his forehead, as if he were enduring immense pain.

The strokes in his hand remained motionless, and just then, a tremendous backlash came from the talisman, like countless needles piercing his brain.

"Pfft!"

Lin Bei spat out a mouthful of blood, his head felt like it was about to explode, and a sharp pain shot through him.

"Ah!!!" Lin Bei clutched his head and rolled on the ground.

Hearing the commotion, Shi Shaojian from next door rushed over and saw Lin Bei lying on the ground, his face covered in blood. He immediately cried out anxiously, "Junior brother! Junior brother, what happened to you?"

Shi Jian and Madana also arrived. When Shi Jian saw the talisman on the table and Lin Bei's appearance, his face darkened.

"The blue talisman has backfired!"

Madana crouched down, checked Lin Bei's pulse, and frowned.

"His mental strength is severely damaged. This kid is far too overconfident!"

Shi Jian angrily rebuked, "You're only at the initial stage of Daoist cultivation, and you already want to draw blue talismans? Do you know that blue talismans require the spiritual power of a True Person to control?"

Lin Bei clutched his head, too pained to speak.

Madana took a pill out of her bundle and put it into Lin Bei's mouth.

"Swallow it to protect your mind."

As the pill entered my stomach, a cool current surged into my mind, relieving the tearing pain.

Lin Bei was panting heavily, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.

"I...I thought I could give it a try..."

"Try what?" Shi Jian glared at him. "The backlash from mental energy is more serious than physical injury; if things go wrong, you'll turn into an idiot!"

"You're lucky to be alive, thanks to the Ma family's protective pills; otherwise, your life would be over!"

Lin Bei lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound.

Madana sighed, "Alright, I've already scolded you. Don't be so reckless next time. You can't draw blue talismans right now. Just stick to drawing your yellow talismans."

"Once you reach the True Person realm and your spiritual power is strong enough, then you can try drawing blue talismans."

Lin Bei nodded, his voice weak and listless, "I understand, Sister Na."

Shi Jian turned and walked out of the room, leaving behind a single sentence.

"Take good care of your injury and don't practice martial arts for three days."

Lin Bei lay on the bed, wanting to cry but unable to.

I was just drawing a talisman, and I almost made myself look like an idiot.

This blue talisman is terrifying.

Madana stood in the corridor, looking at the bamboo forest in the distance, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

This kid really dares to try anything. Being bold is a good thing, but being too bold can easily lead to trouble.

Shi Jian stood at the entrance of the main hall, hands behind his back, expressionless.

He knew in his heart that the reason Lin Bei was in such a hurry to draw the blue talisman was because he had suffered a loss in Ye Family Town. The talisman was not powerful enough, and he was almost killed by the Gray Family Immortal.

This kid has a burning desire to become stronger.

Shi Jian turned around and looked at the Three Mao Ancestors in the main hall, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

A pure Yang Dao body is an extraordinary gift, but the path of cultivation is never something that can be achieved overnight.

Haste makes waste! Lin Bei will understand this principle sooner or later.

I just hope the price he pays isn't too high.