Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

After leaving the lake, Lin Bei continued to explore the secret realm.

He encountered several terrifying monsters in succession, including a roc with three hundred years of cultivation that spewed wind blades, leaving him in a sorry state.

The Crimson-Scaled Scorpion, with four hundred years of cultivation, possesses a deadly venom on its stinger that can cause skin to fester if even a tiny bit touches it. There is also a white-haired ape with five hundred years of cultivation, possessing immense strength. It can lift huge rocks and use them as projectiles to hit people, and it took a long time to shake it off.

I wonder where these ancestral masters of demonic beasts came from, and whether they've made any mistakes in the context?

Each battle brought him gains, and his Demon-Slaying Sword Technique became more and more refined. He mastered the nine sword techniques and combined them with the Yu Step, making his footwork unpredictable and his sword moves continuous.

He had mastered the first three moves of the Thunder Sword Technique to perfection, and with each thrust, lightning flashed, making it more than twice as powerful as when he first learned it.

The talismans were also being used up quickly; most of the several hundred talismans he originally carried had been used up after a series of battles.

Fortunately, he carried cinnabar and yellow paper in his bag, and whenever he found a safe place, he would sit down and draw talismans to replenish his supplies.

He encountered danger several times afterward, and each time he thought he was going to die in the secret realm, but each time he would be miraculously saved at the last moment.

Lin Bei himself didn't notice these coincidences, simply attributing them to good luck.

Unbeknownst to him, deep within the underworld, several patriarchs sat cross-legged in the Judge's Hall, sipping underworld tea while watching his figure through magical artifacts in the secret realm.

"This kid's got a tough life; he's escaped another disaster."

"That dragon's favor was well worth it; three drops of thousand-year-old stalactite are enough for him to use until he becomes a master."

"Heh heh, old man, your lightning from Thunder Valley wasn't strong enough. How come it didn't turn him into charred remains?"

"What do you know? Only by tempering the body at the right time can it be perfect. If I die, where am I going to find another pure Yang Dao body?"

The elders spoke one after another, but their words all conveyed a sense of consideration for this younger disciple.

Time passed quietly in the secret realm, and Lin Bei himself didn't even notice that he had been there for a whole year.

That day, he sat cross-legged in a cave, closing his eyes and looking inward.

The mana in his dantian was already overflowing, the entire dantian was filled to the brim with liquid mana, and that mana flowed slowly in the dantian.

Several months ago, his magical power had already filled his entire dantian, reaching the limit that a peak Taoist master could contain.

Instead of rushing to break through, he continuously compressed and refined the liquid magic power, polishing it again and again until every drop was solidified to the extreme, making the magic power incredibly viscous.

Now his magical power is far more refined than that of ordinary peak-level Taoist priests, and every strand of magical power in his dantian is as heavy as mercury!

He is just one opportunity away from breaking through to the level of a mage.

In the following months, Lin Bei stopped wandering around and instead found a secluded cave to focus on refining the magical power within his dantian.

Breaking through to the level of a Dharma Master is no child's play. There is a huge hurdle between a Daoist Master and a Dharma Master, and many people are stuck at this step their whole lives.

The liquid mana in the dantian must be compressed into a solid state. This process places extremely high demands on both physical strength and mental power. If one is not careful, the meridians will rupture, resulting in either a decline in cultivation or, in severe cases, immediate death.

Every day, he would sit cross-legged in the cave, circulating his cultivation technique over and over again, repeatedly compressing and condensing the liquid magical power in his dantian.

Liquid magic flowed slowly in his dantian, and each compression made his meridians throb with pain, as if they were about to explode.

The Pure Yang Dao Body's restorative ability showed its advantage at this time. Damaged meridians could be repaired quickly, and the meridians were wider and more resilient than before, able to accommodate more magical power.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye. The magical power in Lin Bei's dantian had been condensed to the extreme. Every drop of magical power was as heavy as mercury and flowed slowly in his dantian.

At this moment, the magical power within his dantian had reached a point where it could not be increased any further; every inch of space was filled, and it was impossible to increase it even slightly!

"It's time to break through!" Lin Bei opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

He did not immediately begin to circulate his cultivation technique to break through, but instead calmed his mind and slowly recited the purification mantra.

"Heaven and earth are natural, the foul air disperses, the cave is mysterious and vast, the primordial energy shines brightly. The mighty gods of the eight directions make me natural, the spirit treasure talisman commands, and proclaims it to the nine heavens."

After reciting the purification mantra three times, Lin Bei felt an unprecedented clarity of mind. The filth all over his body was expelled, and he was like a polished mirror, clear inside and out, without a speck of dust.

He began to circulate his cultivation technique. The thick, mercury-like liquid mana in his dantian started to move the moment the technique began, circulating violently and at an increasingly faster speed.

Once this process begins, it cannot be stopped. Lin Bei used his mental power to tightly control the magical power in his dantian, fearing that it might go berserk.

The abundant spiritual energy from the outside world was drawn in and surged wildly from all directions, forming a huge vortex of spiritual energy outside the cave where he was in seclusion.

The vortex spun faster and faster, growing larger and larger, until it finally transformed into a miniature spiritual energy storm!

The huge commotion in the secret realm immediately caught the attention of Master Qingwei, the leader of the Maoshan Sect.

He was meditating in the Nine Heavens Palace of Ten Thousand Blessings when he suddenly sensed an unusual movement coming from the secret realm. He frowned and immediately separated a wisp of his primordial spirit to enter the secret realm with the help of a treasure.

When Master Qingwei saw that the center of the spiritual energy storm was the cave where Lin Bei was in seclusion, he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this kid was breaking through his cultivation level.

But soon his brows furrowed again, because he sensed something was wrong. Lin Bei's breakthrough was too loud, much louder than what an ordinary Taoist priest could cause when he attacked a sorcerer.

At the same time, many patriarchs in the underworld also sensed the anomaly in the secret realm and used the magical artifacts in the secret realm to send a wisp of their primordial spirit down.

Several white-haired, ancient figures hovered above the secret realm, their gazes fixed on the center of the spiritual energy storm.

The hermit of Baopu stroked his beard, his tone surprised: "How did this kid cause such a commotion after breaking through to the Mage realm?"

"When I broke through from a Taoist priest to a sorcerer, it was just a matter of attracting a surge of spiritual energy."

True Immortal Chixiao shook his head: "More than that. Look at the scale of that spiritual energy vortex. It's no smaller than the commotion you caused when you broke through to the True Immortal realm."

"Interesting. The Pure Yang Dao Body is indeed extraordinary." Master Feng Lei said with a smile. "Our grand-disciple is about to give us a big surprise."

Sensing the primordial spirits of the patriarchs, Qingwei Zhenren quickly stepped out of the void and respectfully bowed in the direction of the patriarchs: "Disciple Qingwei pays respects to the patriarchs."

Baopu Mountain Man looked at Qingwei Zhenren with a hint of approval in his eyes: "Qingwei, you have indeed taken on a good grand-disciple. This lad has a resilient character and extraordinary talent. Not bad, very good."

Master Chixiao nodded and said, "You are a competent sect leader. You have done a great service to Maoshan by bringing such a promising talent as the Pure Yang Dao Body under your wing."

"Once you descend, the Ancestor will reward you with eighteen female ghost servants, so you can truly experience life in the underworld!"

As Master Qingwei was praised by several patriarchs in turn, a long-lost excitement welled up in his heart.

Having lived to such an old age, he rarely received praise from his ancestral masters, especially from Baopu Shanren and Chixiao Zhenren, both of whom were renowned Celestial Masters of Maoshan in their time. Their recognition carried immense weight.

As for the female ghost servant, as the saying goes, "If it is a gift from an elder, one should not refuse!"

But why did Master Qingwei feel a hint of excitement?

"Your Excellencies flatter me. I have only done my duty." Master Qingwei spoke modestly, but straightened his back a little.

Baopushanren laughed and said, "Alright, stop chatting. Let's keep a close eye on this kid's breakthrough and make sure nothing goes wrong."

The illusory images of several patriarchs and Qingwei Zhenren floated above the secret realm, quietly watching the spiritual energy storm below.