Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

On Green Bamboo Mountain, Lin Bei had no idea that he had become a celebrity in the northern cultivation world.

He was squatting in the bamboo forest behind the mountain, practicing the Thunder Sword technique over and over again.

"A flash of lightning!"

With a thrust of the sword, a flash of lightning streaked across the tip, striking the bamboo and charring a section of it.

"With this power, it can't even break bamboo. No, we need to keep practicing."

Lin Bei wiped the sweat from his forehead and stabbed again.

"A flash of lightning!"

A flash of lightning appeared on the tip of the sword, striking the bamboo in front of it. The bamboo swayed, but still left a charred mark.

"That's progress!"

Lin Bei was happy and continued practicing.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and during these six months, Lin Bei's life was even more hectic than before.

Every morning before dawn, I would get up to run in the mountains. After running, I would come back to practice boxing. In the morning, I would practice Thunder Sword, in the afternoon I would draw talismans, and in the evening I would meditate and cultivate.

He spent all twelve hours of the day cultivating, except for eating and sleeping.

Shi Shaojian was also influenced by him and dared not slack off, practicing with him every day.

Every few days, Shi Jian would stew a pot of weasel meat, add a few slices of ginseng, to supplement the nutrition of his two apprentices.

Under Shi Jian's feeding, Lin Bei's cultivation level rose rapidly, and the mana in his dantian increased from a dozen or so to more than 290.

He was just one step away from reaching the middle stage of the Daoist mastery realm.

"Almost there, almost there. I should be able to break through in a month at most." Lin Bei felt a surge of joy as he sensed the magical power in his dantian.

In the past six months, he has learned all the basic Maoshan talismans.

Corpse-suppressing talisman, ghost-suppressing talisman, demon-suppressing talisman, soul-summoning talisman, purification talisman, golden light talisman...

He drew hundreds of different talismans, large and small, with a success rate of over 80%.

Shi Jian looked at the talisman he drew and, unusually, offered a word of praise.

"It's alright, a bit better than before."

Lin Bei chuckled and said, "Master, does that mean I can draw more advanced talismans now?"

"Hmm? Have you forgotten the lesson from last time?" Shi Jian glared at him. "Focus on building a solid foundation first. You can draw advanced talismans when you reach the mage level."

Lin Bei shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

Shi Shaojian has also made considerable progress in the past six months.

His cultivation finally broke through the Taoist realm and reached the early stage of Taoist master.

Although he's still a step behind Lin Bei, he's much better than he was before.

Most importantly, he finally mastered the wooden stake technique.

"Heaven and Earth are boundless, borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth, the Great Wooden Stake Technique!"

Shi Shaojian made a hand seal, and the ground in the courtyard shook. Two wooden stakes, each as thick as a bowl, emerged from the ground and smashed the wooden dummy in front of him to pieces, one on the left and one on the right.

"Hahaha! I've finally mastered it!"

Shi Shaojian was so excited that he danced around and jumped about in the yard.

When Lin Bei returned from the back mountain, he saw two crooked wooden stakes in the yard and smiled.

"Senior brother, why is your wooden stake still crooked?"

"What's with the crookedness? This is art!" Shi Shao puffed out his chest. "Look at these two wooden stakes, aren't they unique!"

Lin Bei rolled his eyes: "Fine, fine, you have art, how about we have a little exchange?"

Shi Shaojian's eyes darted around: "Let's have a friendly spar, who's afraid of who?"

The two stood in the middle of the courtyard. Shi Shaojian made a hand seal, while Lin Bei drew his Ghost-Slaying Sword.

"The Wooden Stake Technique!"

Two wooden stakes emerged from under Lin Bei's feet, one on the left and one on the right, flanking his ribs.

Lin Bei used the Yu Step technique, turned his body, dodged the wooden stake on the left, and slashed the Ghost-Slaying Sword to the right.

"Breaking evil!"

The sword energy struck the wooden stake on the right, splitting it in two and sending debris flying everywhere.

Shi Shaojian made another hand seal, and two more wooden stakes emerged from the ground, this time from the front and back.

Instead of retreating, Lin Bei advanced, stepping forward with the Yu Step to dodge the wooden stakes behind him, and swept his Ghost-Slaying Sword horizontally.

"Broken bone!"

The sword energy sliced ​​the wooden stake in front of it in half.

Shi Shaojian panicked and pinched his hands repeatedly, causing wooden stakes to sprout from the ground one after another, densely packed and filling the entire courtyard.

Lin Bei dodged left and right, swinging his Ghost-Slaying Sword repeatedly.

"level off hilltops!"

"Gypsy!"

"Slay the demon!"

"Exorcise the demon!"

Four swords were unleashed in quick succession, their sword energy crisscrossing and shattering all the surrounding wooden stakes.

Shi Shaojian's magic power was almost exhausted, and his forehead was covered in sweat. He wanted to make another hand seal, but Lin Bei had already rushed in front of him and held the Ghost-Slaying Sword to his neck.

"Senior brother, you've lost."

Shi Shaojian looked down at the sword at his neck, then at the wooden stake fragments scattered on the ground, and his lips twitched.

"Can't you let me win just once?"

"Let you win? That would be an insult to you." Lin Bei sheathed his sword and chuckled. "Think about it, if I let you win, you'd go out and brag about beating me, but then you run into real demons and monsters, and you'd be in big trouble."

"I'm doing this for your own good."

Shi Shaojian glared at him. "Don't give me that. You just don't want to lose."

"Of course, who wants to lose?"

The two brothers exchanged a glance and laughed happily.

Shi Jian stood at the entrance of the main hall, looking at his two disciples with a blank expression.

But if you look closely, you can see a hint of satisfaction.

These two kids, though each more unreliable than the other, have both made significant progress.

Especially Lin Bei, if he continues to practice like this, he will break through to the mid-stage of the Daoist realm in no time. However, he has very few weasel meat left in his inventory.

Shi Jian thought to himself: Should I go and kill a couple? Anyway, the Huang family has plenty of weasels. Having too many would only make them harder to raise. I'm just helping them save cultivation resources.

That morning, Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian were drawing talismans in the courtyard when a knocking sound suddenly came from outside the temple.

The two brothers exchanged a glance, then simultaneously held up their hands. "Rock, paper, scissors!"

"Senior brother, you lost!" Shi Shaojian looked at the stone Lin Beichu had thrown, and curled his lip. At this moment, seeing that there was no response from inside the dojo for a long time, he knocked even more urgently.

"Coming, coming! Stop knocking, or you'll break the door!"

After opening the door, Shi Shaojian said in a somewhat displeased tone, "Hey, what are you banging on? If you break it, you'll have to pay for it!"

When a servant-looking young man saw Shi Shaojian's fierce appearance, he immediately shrank back.

"Master Shi, the wealthy Zhao from town sent someone to invite you to help with the feng shui."

"Looking for my master?"

"Please come in and wait a moment while I go tell Master!"

Shi Shaojian went straight to the backyard, where he saw Shi Jian leisurely drinking tea.

"Master, the wealthy Zhao from town has sent someone to ask you to come and assess the feng shui of their property!"

Shi Jian slowly sipped his tea, his voice indifferent: "The principles of Feng Shui have long been taught to you; you can handle this small matter yourselves!"

"Yes!" Shi Shaojian returned to the courtyard. "Junior brother, Master said that we two should resolve the feng shui issues ourselves."

"Alright!" Lin Bei packed his things, and the two of them followed the servants down the mountain.

Master Zhao's house was located at the east end of the town. Although it was not large, it was kept very clean.

He was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a silk jacket and sporting a potbelly. Upon seeing Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian, he hurriedly came to greet them.

"Young Taoist priests, why isn't Master Shi here?"

Lin Bei clasped his hands in a fist and said apologetically, "Master Zhao, my master was busy and couldn't get away, so he sent us. Don't worry, we are Master Shi's personal disciples, so feng shui is no problem for us."

Master Zhao nodded. He knew Shi Jian's temper; it was already good enough that he sent his apprentices, and both of his apprentices were capable people.

"Please come in, young Taoist priests."