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

Chapter 980

He covered his nose and groaned, "Ouch!"

Looking up, I was met by a strikingly handsome man.

He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the top two buttons of his collar undone, revealing his muscular chest and the veins on his throat.

The man looked down at him, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Get out!" he uttered coldly.

Ling Yanyan touched the bruise on her forehead and glared at him angrily: "Why? Just because you're handsome, does that give you the right to bully people like this?"

He, the young master of the Maoshan Sect, was beaten thirteen times in one night!

This kind of frustration is worse than death!

He is determined to avenge himself!

The man frowned and impatiently held up his index finger: "One, two, three!"

Ling Yanyan's eyes widened, and he quickly covered his head and ran away.

He shouted defiantly, "Hey! You just wait and see, one day I'll get my revenge! Humph!"

After saying that, he slipped into another alley to escape the man's pursuit.

"Tsk!"

Watching the boy's retreating figure, the man shook his head and sighed, "Utterly foolish."

Ling Yanyan left the antique shop and continued playing hide-and-seek.

Unfortunately, I never met that man again.

Of course, he didn't know the man either.

However, he had heard from others that there was a university in the eastern district of City A, and that there was an extremely powerful senior student in that university who was a martial arts master at a young age.

It is said that he only accepts four apprentices each month, and all other irrelevant people are turned away. The line of people who want to become disciples can stretch all the way to the suburbs.

Therefore, the name of that senior brother is known to everyone.

Ling Yanyan was the fifth person to want to become an apprentice.

Ling Yanyan disagreed with this, so he bribed the senior brother's assistant to help him get a recommendation.

"Master, this is Mr. Ling Yanyan." The assistant pushed open the office door and introduced him respectfully.

An elderly man with white hair and a youthful face sat in front of a computer, intently reviewing information.

"Hmm." The old man nodded, his attitude neither warm nor cold. "Is there something you need?"

Ling Yanyan stepped forward with a smile: "Master, I wish to become your disciple and learn the mystical arts. I wonder if you would agree?"

"Are you sure you want to become my disciple?" The old man raised his head, his wrinkled face showing suspicion.

"Yes, I'm ready." Ling Yanyan said confidently.

The old man looked at him scrutinizingly: "Do you know who I am?"

Ling Yanyan shook his head: "I don't know, but your identity must be extraordinary."

The old man nodded: "You guessed right."

Ling Yanyan grinned and asked ingratiatingly, "Then, would you be willing to take me as your disciple?"

"If you truly wish to become my disciple, then hand over the 'Talligraphy' to me," the old man said slowly.

Talisman?

Ling Yanyan blinked: "What is that?"

"Talismans are items used for cultivating immortality, and they are treasures of our Maoshan Sect," the old man explained. "You only need to place one under your pillow, and your sleep will improve."

"I see, thank you for your guidance, Master." Ling Yanyan nodded, then hesitated and said, "But I don't have any talismans."

"It's alright, I'll draw one for you tomorrow." The old man waved his hand, not caring at all.

"Thank you, Master," Ling Yanyan said happily, then asked, "Master, when can I begin cultivating?"

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Come find me again when you have memorized all the spells."

“Oh.” Ling Yanyan nodded obediently.

After Ling Yanyan left, she encountered several zombies outside.

The zombies stared at him menacingly, approaching him step by step.

Ling Yanyan was so frightened that her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

The zombies seemed to realize he was afraid of ghosts, and burst into laughter as if they had seen the funniest thing ever.

Enraged, Ling Yanyan yelled, "What are you laughing at! Laugh again and I'll kill you all!"

The zombies seemed to understand his threat, and they all stopped laughing and glared at him fiercely.

Damn it! Are these zombies possessed? How could they look at him with such ferocious eyes!