Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Three days later, Lin Bei's mental strength had recovered by more than half.

The Guardian Pill was indeed effective. Madanna's body was like a treasure trove of pills; she had all kinds of medicines and could take out a few every now and then.

"Sister Na, thank you so much for your protective pill."

Madana waved her hand dismissively and said irritably, "Stop talking nonsense. Don't be so reckless next time, or you'll lose your life!"

"Okay, okay." Lin Bei chuckled. "Sister Na, could you give me another Guardian Pill? I'll keep it for later."

Madana glared at him. "You think Guardian Pills are as common as cabbage? I don't have many of them."

Lin Bei shrank back. "If you don't want to give it to me, then don't. Why are you glaring at me like that?"

Madana was amused by his shameless behavior. "Alright, I'll give you one when you reach the True Person realm."

"Really? Sister Na, you mean what you say!"

"When have I ever gone back on my word?"

Lin Bei chuckled, turned around, and ran out to practice his swordsmanship.

Days passed by, and life on Qingzhu Mountain was as peaceful as still water.

Lin Bei practiced swordsmanship, drew talismans, and meditated every day, and his cultivation level steadily increased.

Madana stayed in Qingzhu Mountain for half a month, and one day she suddenly received a letter.

Her expression changed after she finished reading the letter.

"What's wrong, Sister Na?" Lin Bei asked softly.

Madonna tucked the letter into her sleeve without saying a word, "Something's happened up north, I have to go back."

"What's wrong? Do you need my help?"

"No need, you should focus on your cultivation." Madana patted his shoulder. "Remember, don't be reckless, and act within your limits."

Lin Bei nodded. "Take care, Sister Na."

Madanna bid farewell to Shi Jian and left Qingzhu Mountain.

Lin Bei stood at the mountain gate, watching Ma Danna's figure disappear into the bamboo forest, feeling a little disappointed.

"Reluctant to part with it?" Shi Shaojian walked over.

"A little." Lin Bei sighed. "Sister Na is a really nice person."

"Of course, it's much better than Master's." Shi Shaojian lowered his voice.

"Hmm?" Shi Jian's voice came from behind.

Shi Shaojian was so frightened that he trembled and turned to run away.

Lin Bei laughed heartily.

Shi Jian glared at him. "What are you laughing at? Go practice your sword!"

Lin Bei shrank his neck and ran to the back mountain to practice his sword.

Lin Bei's figure moved through the bamboo forest, his sweat soaking the ground.

Unbeknownst to him, the cultivation world in the north was already in an uproar because of his name.

The news of Master Hui's death spread throughout the entire North.

Lin Bei of the Maoshan Sect—this name appeared in the sight of the major sects for the first time.

Everyone wanted to see who this Lin Bei was, but some people were disdainful, saying that he had only reached the early stage of Daoist cultivation at the age of eighteen, and that he had wasted his talent.

"What's so special about an eighteen-year-old being a Daoist Master in the early stages? My junior brother was already a Daoist Master in the middle stages at sixteen."

"Does your junior brother dare to fight a 500-year-old Gray Immortal all by himself?"

"this……"

"Can your junior brother get Madana to help him?"

"That's impossible..."

"So, can your junior brother get Master Hui Jiu to personally kill him?"

Lin Bei: Damn it, being hunted down has become something to brag about!

The speaker was speechless.

Master Hui Jiu, a powerful demon with eight hundred years of cultivation, was a force to be reckoned with in the northern cultivation world, yet he personally went to kill an eighteen-year-old youth.

No one knows what grudge or grievance the two sides had that led to this life-or-death situation.

Regardless, the name Lin Bei has become widely known throughout the cultivation world in the north.

Longhu Mountain, Celestial Master's Mansion.

A middle-aged man dressed in a golden Taoist robe sat in the main hall, holding a letter in his hand. After reading it, he burst into laughter.

"Excellent! Well done, Shi Jian! You've taken on a fine disciple!"

This person is Zhang Zhiwei, the current Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain. He is a Celestial Master in the early stage and has a very high seniority in the cultivation world.

His disciple asked, "Master, do you know this Lin Bei?"

"I don't know him, but I know Shi Jian." Zhang Zhiwei put down the letter. "That old man has a terrible temper. There aren't many people who can catch his eye. This Lin Bei is definitely not simple for him to be accepted as a disciple."

"A pure Yang Dao body is a once-in-a-millennium occurrence; that old bastard Shi Jian is quite lucky."

The disciple then asked, "Master, should we send someone to make contact?"

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand, "No need. Each sect has its own destiny. Let them handle the Maoshan matter themselves."

Zhongnan Mountain, Quanzhen Sect!

Several elders sat together, also talking about Lin Bei.

"I heard that Lin Bei fought alongside three disciples of our Quanzhen Sect in Ye Family Town?"

"That's right. Li Zhichang and his three lads happened to be passing by and offered their help, but they almost got themselves killed in the process. Sigh, they're not very skilled!"

"I remember Li Zhichang. He's talented, but he lacks experience."

"Lin Bei is lucky to have run into Ma Dana, otherwise he would have been dead."

"Given Shi Jian's temper, if his apprentice dies, he'll definitely wipe out the entire Hui family."

"Hui Jiu is dead. The Hui family is now leaderless. It doesn't matter whether it's demolished or not."

The elders exchanged smiles, realizing that forging a good relationship with Lin Bei was not necessarily a bad thing.

Maoshan, Shangqing Palace.

An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard sat on a prayer mat, holding a string of prayer beads in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, and chanting incantations.

He is the current leader of the Maoshan Sect, Qingwei Zhenren, and a Celestial Master in the early stages of cultivation.

Standing beside him was a middle-aged Taoist priest, Shi Jian's junior brother, whose Taoist name was Xuanzhen.

"Master, our eldest brother has taken on a disciple named Lin Bei, who possesses a rare pure Yang Dao physique, causing quite a stir in the northern cultivation world."

Master Qingwei opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing within them.

"Pure Yang Dao Body?"

"Yes, Master, that kid has only been cultivating for three years, but he is already at the early stage of Daoist cultivation, and he even fought with Master Hui Jiu."

Master Qingwei smiled and said, "That kid Shi Jian may have a bad temper, but he has a good eye for talent."

"Pass down the message: have Shi Jian bring Lin Bei back to the mountain when he has time, so I can meet him and, by the way, acknowledge our patriarch!"

"Yes, Master."

Xuanzhen turned and walked out. Qingwei Zhenren sat on the futon, looking at the statue of the Three Mao Patriarchs in the main hall, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Maoshan has successors. Among his disciples, only Shi Jian and Xiao Jiu are outstanding in talent and have both reached the Earth Master realm. Shi Jian, in particular, is only one step away from reaching the Celestial Master realm.

As for the others... Master Qingwei sighed inwardly. Qianhe's talent was limited, and he relied on the royal family's fortune to cultivate. In this chaotic situation, he was bound to face calamity. If he could overcome it, his cultivation would greatly advance; if he couldn't...

The same goes for Si Mu; he's stubborn to the core and still holds onto a grudge. None of these disciples are easy to deal with.