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

Chapter 927

"Search him?" The black-clad warrior frowned.

Ling Yanyan nodded, looking as if he were ready to die: "Yes, as long as you search me, whatever you find, I will not blame you."

The black-clad warrior stared at Ling Yanyan for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, I will grant your wish."

The black-clad warrior reached out with his right hand, aiming for Ling Yanyan's chest. Ling Yanyan's face turned pale, and he prayed in his heart that the black-clad warrior would not discover the secret of the "Mysterious Yellow Scripture".

The black-clad warrior extended his right hand, stopping just an inch from Ling Yan Yan's chest. Then, his gaze fell upon a jade pendant at Ling Yan Yan's waist.

The jade pendant was entirely emerald green, radiating a warm and gentle light. The black-clad warrior's pupils instantly narrowed to needles, and his entire face contorted into a ferocious and terrifying expression.

"Is this jade pendant yours?" the black-clad warrior gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, revealing his extreme anger.

Ling Yanyan quickly shook his head: "It's not mine."

"Bastard!"

The black-clad warrior unleashed a punch, slamming it into Ling Yanyan's chest. Ling Yanyan coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing heavily against the wall before falling to the ground.

Ling Yanyan lay on the ground, coughing and cursing, "Damn it, this guy is really ferocious!"

"Roar."

The black-clad warrior roared to the sky, his voice shaking the heavens and deafening.

The black-clad warrior, his eyes bloodshot and his entire body engulfed in flames, charged toward Ling Yanyan like a madman.

"My god! This guy is too vicious!" Ling Yanyan scrambled to her feet and fled for her life.

"Pfft!"

The black-clad warrior rushed behind Ling Yanyan and thrust his sword forward. Ling Yanyan's skull was pierced, and blood flowed freely. His eyes widened, and with a hint of resentment, he fell to the ground.

He drew his longsword and threw it beside Ling Yanyan, muttering to himself, "Originally, I didn't want to take your life, but..."

The black-clad warrior sighed and took out a cloth to wipe the bloodstains off his longsword.

"But you shouldn't have used it as a cover-up!"

After wiping his sword, the black-clad warrior sheathed it behind his back and then turned to leave.

"Hoo!" Ling Yanyan took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes...

"Where am I?" Ling Yanyan looked around and found himself lying on a bed, surrounded by bottles, jars, and various medicinal herbs.

"Am I still alive?" Ling Yanyan sat up and rubbed his sore neck.

"Strange, I was clearly stabbed in the back of the head by the black-clad warrior, so why am I completely unharmed?"

Ling Yanyan checked his body and found nothing abnormal.

"It seems that the black-clad warrior was just testing me."

Ling Yanyan touched his cheek, a sense of relief rising in his heart, "Luckily, I have incredible luck and escaped with my life."

"This is definitely not a valley; perhaps it's a city or village?"

Recalling what had just happened, Ling Yanyan was still terrified. "It seems I must get back to the academy as soon as possible today."

Thinking of this, Ling Yanyan threw off the covers and prepared to get up. However, at that moment, Ling Yanyan suddenly felt an itch on her left arm, as if she had been bitten by ants.

"What's going on?" Ling Yanyan asked, looking down in confusion.

On his left arm, there were five tiny moles. Each mole bore a rune, emitting a faint glow. Upon closer inspection, the runes slowly lit up, as if they were about to merge together.

These five tiny runes were the very runes Ling Yanyan had obtained in the cave chamber. These runes were completely different from ordinary runes.

The runes shimmered with a faint glow, exuding mystery. Moreover, the more runes there were, the brighter the glow they emitted.

The brighter the fluorescence on the rune, the higher its grade and the stronger its power.

This is a set of cultivation techniques, specifically a technique for cultivating the power of the soul.

Ling Yanyan's heart raced with excitement. He never imagined that he would be fortunate enough to obtain a cultivation technique for strengthening the soul.

What a tremendous gain this is!

It's important to understand that the Martial Master realm is a significant hurdle. Many people spend their entire lives stuck at the Martial Master level, unable to advance any further. Therefore, once one has the opportunity to break through to the Martial King realm, it signifies a complete transformation, with lifespan increasing at least threefold.

Therefore, for a martial artist, possessing a powerful cultivation technique is of utmost importance.

"Although I don't know what kind of technique it is, it's definitely extraordinary." Ling Yanyan's eyes flashed with wild joy.

However, Ling Yanyan did not lose his mind. He knew that this cultivation technique was no ordinary item.

This world is vast and full of wonders. Ling Yanyan believed that the owner of this cultivation technique was definitely not simple. In fact, the technique might hide a huge secret, and that secret was the owner of the technique itself.

If this cultivation technique were to spread to the outside world, who knows what kind of impact it would have? After all, a cultivation technique is more tempting than any wealth.

"Forget it, let's study how to use this technique first." Ling Yanyan sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate silently according to the instructions in the technique.

A short while later, the door was pushed open, and the black-clad warrior walked in again.

"Hmm?" The black-clad warrior frowned slightly as he looked at Ling Yanyan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Ling Yanyan's aura was disordered, and he seemed to be in a mysterious state.

"What is he doing?" The black-clad warrior was taken aback.

The black-clad warrior hesitated for a moment, then approached Ling Yanyan and stepped on Ling Yanyan's wrist.

"Ah!" Ling Yanyan suddenly opened her eyes and screamed, startling the black-clad warrior into taking several steps back.

The black-clad warrior frowned: "Strange, why are there five marks on his wrist? Could it be that he has mastered some kind of secret technique?"

"Huh? Something's not right. There's not a trace of true energy fluctuation on him. He's definitely not at the Martial Apprentice level." The black-clad martial artist thought to himself, then smiled easily. "Whatever he is. Killing him is none of my business anyway."

Ling Yanyan clutched his injured wrist, writhing in pain.

"Are you awake?"

The black-clad warrior looked at Ling Yanyan and asked.

"Who are you? Why did you kill me?" Ling Yanyan struggled to her feet, looking warily at the black-clad warrior.

Ling Yanyan felt somewhat frustrated. He had clearly dodged the black-clad warrior's fatal blow, but in the end, he still died at the hands of the black-clad warrior. This was too frustrating.

"Who I am is not important, what's important is that you're about to die!" the black-clad warrior sneered.

A cold glint flashed in Ling Yanyan's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "If you want to kill me, then rely on your strength!"

"Are you sure?" the black-clad warrior sneered, looking confident of victory.