Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

The Qingxu Master of the Quanzhen Sect was the first to react, and immediately bowed and paid his respects with utmost deference.

"Disciple Qingxu respectfully welcomes the Ancestor!"

Hundreds of Quanzhen Sect disciples knelt down in unison, shouting, "Welcome, Ancestor!"

Elders and disciples from various sects also paid their respects, and even Shi Jian descended from mid-air and bowed.

The Celestial Master is a powerful figure who cannot be insulted; this has been an unchanging rule in the cultivation world for thousands of years.

Even if Shi Jian is strong in battle, even if he is only half a step away from becoming a Celestial Master, that half step is a world of difference. He should still pay his respects to the Celestial Master.

The Master of Quanzhen swept his gaze across the entire area, finally settling on Shi Jian. He paused for a moment, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He had witnessed the entire battle. Although Liu Chengzhi had achieved the status of a half-step Celestial Master through unorthodox methods, he was still a being who had surpassed the Earth Master realm.

For Shi Jian, a peak-level geomancer, to be able to beat him into that state, his strength is probably unmatched among all geomancers in the entire cultivation world.

What alarmed him even more was that even if he personally intervened, it wouldn't be so easy for him to gain an advantage over Shi Jian.

In addition, there is his disciple Lin Bei, who possesses the Pure Yang Dao Body. Given time, he will likely become another Shi Jian, no, he might even surpass Shi Jian.

The Quanzhen Patriarch sighed inwardly. Heaven truly favors Maoshan, with geniuses emerging one after another, unlike his Quanzhen Sect, which only has a handful of Earth Masters and not a single outstanding genius disciple.

The Quanzhen Patriarch withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly to the experts from various sects present: "You have all worked hard. On behalf of the Quanzhen Sect, I thank you."

He then looked at Liu Chengzhi, who was lying unconscious on the ground, raised his hand, and Liu Chengzhi's body was lifted up by a gentle force and suspended in mid-air.

The Master of Quanzhen nodded slightly to Master Qingxu, and with a flicker of his figure, he disappeared from the spot along with Liu Chengzhi, leaving only a single sentence echoing in the valley.

"The seal has been destroyed. The Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts no longer exists from this day forward. Please return."

Master Qingxu straightened up, exhaled a long breath, and turned to bow deeply to the masters from various sects.

"The Quanzhen Sect will remember what happened today. Please follow me, and let my disciples take you to heal and rest."

After a major battle, both sides suffered casualties.

The Quanzhen Sect lost six disciples and more than twenty were injured. The Qingcheng Mountain and Laoshan Sects each lost two disciples, and several smaller sects also suffered casualties to varying degrees.

Although Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian were exhausted, at least they were still alive.

Shi Shaojian plopped down on the ground, his magical power clearly depleted. "Junior brother... do you still have the strength... give me a hand..."

Lin Bei sheathed his sword, walked over, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up from the ground. "Can't even stand up? You've really overdrawn your magic power!"

"Nonsense... If you had been any later, I would have been eaten by a ghost..." Shi Shaojian's legs were trembling, and he only managed to stay upright thanks to Lin Bei's support.

Li Zhichang also came over, still carrying the peach wood sword in his hand.

"Brother Lin, let's go to the main hall to rest. I'll have someone arrange rooms for you."

Zhang Zhiling and Qingfeng Daoist came over from behind, and he gave Lin Bei a thumbs up: "Brother Lin, you're scattering those talismans like they're free, it's making my heart ache."

"What's there to be upset about? It's not your talisman." Lin Bei chuckled, revealing a set of white teeth.

Zhang Zhiling was amused by his rascal-like appearance and patted him on the shoulder, "Alright, I'll ask my master to draw a few more stacks for me later, and next time we'll see who can scatter more."

"Hey, what's this? Did your master draw your talisman?"

"Then you're definitely going to lose. I still have over a hundred more in my bag, and we drew them all ourselves!" Lin Bei patted the bag at his waist, which was bulging with contents.

Zhang Zhiling's eyes widened: "You carry so many talismans with you when you go out?"

"Nonsense, how could I survive if I didn't carry enough talismans?" Lin Bei said matter-of-factly. "You don't know how many demons and monsters I've encountered along the way. If I hadn't carried enough talismans, the grass on my grave would be three meters long by now."

Zhang Zhiling was both amused and exasperated, thinking to herself that this person must be incredibly obsessed with talismans!

Disciples from different sects helped each other walk toward the main hall of the Quanzhen Sect.

The back mountain was a scene of devastation, with charred pits everywhere, and the pungent smell in the air would probably not dissipate anytime soon.

Shi Jian walked at the very back, his gray robe covered in dust and remnants of ghostly energy, yet he remained ramrod straight and expressionless.

Lin Bei glanced at him from afar, feeling immense admiration. His master had fought a tough battle, yet he acted as if nothing had happened.

"Master, are you alright?" Lin Bei ran over and asked.

Shi Jian glanced at him: "What could possibly be wrong with me?"

"You fought so fiercely in that battle! You used all nine forms of the Lightning Thunder Fist. I was completely stunned. Especially the last move, Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, that huge bolt of lightning struck down. My god, Liu Chengzhi was turned into charcoal."

"Stop being so solicitous, go back and take good care of your injury." Shi Jian strode forward. "Your fighting style today had quite a few problems; I'll explain them to you in detail later."

Lin Bei scratched his head and jogged after him.

Three days later...

In the banquet hall of the Quanzhen Sect, more than a dozen vegetarian tables were set up, and masters from various sects gathered together. Although they had fought to the death with the evil ghost just three days ago, everyone had smiles on their faces at this moment.

Lin Bei's table was occupied by several acquaintances, including Shi Shaojian, Li Zhichang, Zhang Zhiling, Wang Zhiyuan, Zhang Zhihe, and young disciples from several other sects.

"Come, come, Brother Lin, let me toast you." Zhang Zhiling picked up a cup of plain wine and raised it to Lin Bei. "I saw your battle that day. Your Maoshan Thunder Sword Technique is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Lin Bei clinked glasses with him and drank it all in one gulp. "Your Yang Wu Lei from Longhu Mountain is quite powerful. I watched from afar as that lightning struck, and the vengeful ghost turned to ashes instantly."

"Yang Wu Lei emphasizes extreme strength and yang energy, which is similar to your Maoshan's Lightning Thunder Fist, albeit through different paths."

Zhang Zhiling put down his wine glass. "However, the thunder magic of our Longhu Mountain is not as violent as that of your Maoshan. We take a more refined approach."

"What's the point of being meticulous? It's only satisfying to fight hard." Lin Bei downed another glass of wine; this vegetarian wine had a unique flavor!

"When my master beat Liu Chengzhi, the whole back mountain shook when he struck with lightning. That was truly awe-inspiring."

Zhang Zhiling shook his head and chuckled: "Alright, alright, your master is amazing, your master is the best in the world."

"Well, I'm not the best in the world, but beating your master shouldn't be a problem." Lin Bei chuckled.

Zhang Zhiling's face darkened. "Damn it, how can you talk like that?"

"Don't let my master hear you say that."

As the two chatted and laughed, Li Zhichang chimed in, "Brother Lin, you scattered a lot of talismans that day. We in the Quanzhen Sect don't use talismans like that. It must have taken you a lot of effort to draw so many!"

Lin Bei waved his hand dismissively, "I'm used to it. I draw a few before bed, a few while meditating, and I take a few hundred with me when I go out. It really boosts my sense of security."

"Next time you encounter someone you can't beat, just throw some talismans and run away. It'll save you a lot of trouble."

The people present looked at each other, both amused and exasperated by his theory.

Shi Shaojian was drinking silently beside him, his mouth twitching as he listened to Lin Bei's boasting. This guy hadn't changed his habit of talking nonsense at all; he would brag wherever he went.