Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 929

"Ah!" Ling Yanyan cried out in pain, staggering forward. The zombie leaped up, pinned him to the ground, then opened its mouth, revealing two chilling fangs, and plunged them viciously into Ling Yanyan's neck.

"No! Don't!" Ling Yanyan's eyes widened, instantly becoming bloodshot, and a tear slid down her cheek.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, staining the zombie's face red. The zombie let out a long howl, then released its grip and lay down next to Ling Yanyan.

"Fuck your mother!" Ling Yanyan cursed angrily, struggling to get up. This time he was smarter. He picked up the peach wood sword from the ground, chanted an incantation, and golden light shone around him, forming a golden shield.

"Awooo!" Just then, a zombie pounced, its sharp claws reaching for Ling Yanyan's head. Ling Yanyan hurriedly dodged, but unexpectedly, his left leg was grabbed, and his leg was torn off.

"Ah! Am I going to die?" Ling Yanyan muttered to himself, his eyes glazed over.

Just then, the peach wood sword in Ling Yanyan's hand suddenly trembled and then emitted a dazzling red light.

The peach wood sword seemed to possess a spirit, and slashed directly at the zombie's head.

"Bang!" The zombie's head was severed and fell to the side. Ling Yanyan stared blankly at the scene before her, unable to recover for a long time.

"Ding!" Just then, Ling Yanyan's identity card suddenly flashed red.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the hidden mission: Rescue the villagers bitten by zombies. Reward: 500 points. Please check your account!"

"Help! Help the villagers who have been bitten by zombies!" Ling Yanyan was dumbfounded. Although he knew exorcism magic, he had never encountered anyone bitten by a zombie before.

What made Ling Yanyan even more furious was that the hidden mission was to save the villagers!

This is absolutely outrageous! Who would dare to do something so dangerous?! What if we really encountered zombies? We'd just be waiting to be eaten!

Even without encountering zombies, being bitten by one can cause this virus to erode the body and turn one into a zombie. Furthermore, it will cause the zombie to lose its mind and attack any living human.

"This! This is practically suicide!" Ling Yanyan's face was grim, but he knew that if he didn't complete the mission, he might never return to normal and might even turn into a zombie.

Ling Yanyan took a deep breath, looked at the girl in his arms, then at the pile of corpses lying haphazardly not far away, and a surge of heroic spirit rose in his heart: "Since that's the case, then let's fight!"

"Roar!" Just then, a group of zombies rushed out of the cave and pounced on Ling Yanyan.

"Ah!" Ling Yanyan roared and charged in with his sword. He was too weak at the moment, and this was the only way he could protect his family and friends.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Ling Yanyan was locked in a fierce battle with a group of zombies. His body was covered in wounds and blood, but he still persisted, stubbornly fighting back even though he was exhausted.

"Roar!" Just as Ling Yanyan was about to use the talisman, a loud roar suddenly came from afar.

"Awooo!" Upon hearing the roar, the zombie immediately stopped and turned to rush towards the source of the sound.

"What is that sound?" Ling Yanyan was taken aback.

Just then, a green figure rushed out of the cave and landed beside him.

"Young man, are you alright?" The old Taoist priest asked with concern when he saw Ling Yanyan covered in blood.

"An old Taoist priest?" Ling Yanyan frowned slightly.

"Haha!" The old Taoist priest chuckled and said, "I'm here to help you solve these problems."

"Solve it?" Ling Yanyan glanced at the zombie in the distance, then at the old Taoist priest in front of him, and his face immediately darkened.

This old Taoist priest was not only slovenly, but also skin and bones; it was obvious at a glance that he was not a master.

"Old Taoist priest, I advise you to run away quickly. If you don't run, you probably won't have another chance," Ling Yanyan said bitterly.

"Hehe! Don't underestimate me just because I'm old. Dealing with a few little zombies is no problem for me." The old Taoist priest said smugly, then waved his cane, pointed at the zombies, and shouted, "You beasts! Prepare to die!"

"Whoosh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an iron chain shot out from the old Taoist's cane and wrapped around a zombie.

"Awooo!" The zombie roared in fury, swinging its claws at the iron chain.

"Crack!" The iron chain broke, turning into countless iron filings that flew everywhere, and the zombie fell to the ground.

"Hiss! So powerful!" Ling Yanyan looked at the old Taoist priest in shock. This old guy didn't look like much, but he actually defeated a zombie that was stronger than himself.

"Hmph! A mere zombie is nothing!" The old Taoist priest sneered, took out a yellow talisman, and stuck it on the peach wood sword in his hand.

"boom!"

The peach wood sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling white light. The old Taoist priest flicked his wrist and thrust out three swords in succession, piercing through all the remaining five zombies.

"This!" Ling Yanyan was dumbfounded, never expecting the old Taoist priest to be so powerful.

"Old man, who exactly are you?" Ling Yanyan couldn't help but ask.

"I am Xuanqing Daoist, specializing in eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, subduing monsters and evil spirits. Little one, what is your name?" The old Daoist stroked his beard and smiled.

"Ling Yanyan," Ling Yanyan said, "thank you for saving me just now!"

"Hmm, young man, you're quite good!" the old Taoist priest praised. "How about this, we hit it off immediately, so you'll follow me in your cultivation from now on."

"Follow you to cultivate?" Ling Yanyan was taken aback and said, "Old man, aren't you afraid I'll turn into a zombie?"

"Hehe!" The old Taoist priest looked at Ling Yanyan with a smile and said, "Don't worry, I am a disciple of the head of the Maoshan Sect, and I will never corrupt you. Look at my Taoist robe and my magical artifacts, how majestic and imposing they are!"

“Uh!” Ling Yanyan pursed his lips. Of course he recognized the robe, because he had worn it before, and it was the lowest-level outer disciple's attire.

However, Ling Yanyan nodded nonetheless. After all, he did need to find a backer, and this old Taoist priest gave him a good feeling; he should be trustworthy.

"Alright, disciple!" The old Taoist grinned, patted Ling Yanyan's shoulder, and looked pleased.

"Thump!" Ling Yanyan was so startled he almost knelt down. Damn it, Master, you're so old, is it appropriate to pat someone on the shoulder?

"Your disciple is so impolite," the old Taoist priest said with displeasure.

Ling Yanyan scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Old Taoist priest, um! I haven't become an apprentice yet."