Ren Family Town, Justice Manor.
"Who am I?"
"Where am I?"
"What am I doing?"
Fei Luo jolted awake and sat up in bed. A searing pain immediately lanced through him.
All around him were modern furnishings. Inside the red-brick room stood a small table and a few simple pieces of furniture.
Fei Luo furrowed his brow. "What is this place? Did I transmigrate?"
Creak.
Someone opened the door to Fei Luo's room. The old hinges let out a teeth-grating squeal.
Clang!
A young man with a simple, guileless face and a bowl cut stepped inside. When he saw Fei Luo sitting on the bed, the washbasin in his hands slipped to the floor.
"Master, junior brother's awake!"
He froze for a second, then broke into a delighted grin and ran outside, shouting as he went.
Fei Luo had no idea what was going on. In an instant, a flood of memories came rushing in.
This was Ren Family Town, in the Republican era?
That man just now was Wencai?
Was he Uncle Nine's third disciple?
He was dumbfounded! Fei Luo felt his asshole clench as he stared in utter disbelief.
Other transmigrators started off as chosen sons of heaven, handsome, rich, and powerful, and went on to marry a beautiful woman and reach the pinnacle of life. What was this supposed to be?
A disciple of Uncle Nine in the Zombie World?
That was right. Fei Luo had transmigrated, and he had landed in the Zombie World.
Before long, three figures walked in.
"Apprentice, let me take a look at you." The first to approach was a middle-aged man with black hair streaked with white. His most unusual feature was his eyebrows, which joined together.
This man was the One-Eyebrow Daoist, Uncle Nine!
Fei Luo was also very familiar with the other two.
One was Wencai, who had just run out. The other was handsome, with thick brows and large eyes, and a stylish haircut that was popular at the time. He was Qiusheng.
"Master, I—" Fei Luo had just started to speak when Uncle Nine took his hand.
"Don't say a word, apprentice. Let me see how much evil qi remains in your body."
Fei Luo leaned back against the headboard and lay down, enduring the discomfort in his body as Uncle Nine took his pulse.
At the same time, Fei Luo studied Uncle Nine closely. He had a square face and features as sharply carved as if by axe and chisel. Sitting there straight as a spear, he radiated such righteousness that he inspired both awe and warmth.
His idol! He had actually become his idol's disciple?
A short while later, Uncle Nine sighed softly. "It's all my fault for being careless and taking you along to deal with the evil haunting Old Man Wang's home. Thank goodness you were blessed with good fortune, Fei Luo. Otherwise..."
Qiusheng stepped forward with concern. "Junior brother, we have you to thank. Otherwise, Wencai and I would have been the ones hurt."
Wencai chimed in too. "Junior brother, you've been unconscious for three days. Master hasn't slept well at all these past few days. You were barely breathing, and we were all worried."
"Shut up! Don't say anything so inauspicious." Qiusheng raised his fist and rapped Wencai on the head.
"Yes, senior brother." Wencai covered his head and looked aggrieved.
Watching the harmony between them, Fei Luo smiled. He also noticed the deep red in Uncle Nine's eyes.
In his previous life, Fei Luo had been an orphan. Now, he felt a strange emotion he had never known before: family love!
"By the way, Xiao Luo." Uncle Nine recalled something. "The evil qi in your body hasn't been fully dispelled. I'll prescribe you a few doses of medicine shortly. You'll be well in seven days. It's just that your body..."
At that, Uncle Nine's face grew troubled. "That hidden ailment will be hard to cure. I'm afraid it'll take three to five years for you to regain your third-level Qi Refining cultivation."
At those words, Fei Luo's expression darkened.
He recalled the Qi-Guiding Body Refining口诀 Uncle Nine had taught him.
All the world's Daoist arts held Maoshan supreme: refine qi into spirit, refine spirit and return to emptiness, refine emptiness and merge with the Dao.
Fei Luo also knew this was the Age of Declining Dharma, when cultivation was exceedingly difficult. Even Qiusheng had only reached the sixth level of the Qi Refining Realm.
And Qiusheng had already studied under Uncle Nine for more than ten years.
Fei Luo had excellent talent, yet it had taken him three years to reach the third level of Qi Refining. In this world, it would take at least ten years to reach Foundation Establishment.
One who reached Foundation Establishment could be called a Daoist.
Without strength, how could he protect himself in a world overrun by demons and monsters?
"Ding! Host binding successful. Ten Thousandfold Amplification System starting up: 1%, 10%, 99%!"
In the blink of an eye, the blue progress bar in Fei Luo's mind reached 100%.
"Ding! Congratulations, host. The Ten Thousandfold Amplification System has been activated. It has the following functions."
"1: All cultivation arts, divine abilities, and Daoist arts rewarded by this system can receive a ten-thousandfold amplification in the Age of Declining Dharma and cultivate automatically."
"2: This system was formed from the supreme will. It will aid the host in reaching the supreme heights and becoming a mighty existence above all living beings."
"3: The system's rewards are based on vanquishing demons and exorcising evil. Each time the host does so, he will receive a corresponding reward based on the demon's strength. If the host dies, the system will disappear automatically."
"A cheat?" Fei Luo's pale face instantly flushed with color.
Well, well! This was incredible!
It seemed his starting point wasn't bad after all.
A transmigrator's essential treasure: a cheat system. With it in hand, he wouldn't have to worry about spirits and monsters when roaming the world anymore.
Cultivation arts, divine abilities, and Daoist arts could cultivate automatically? Ten-thousandfold amplification? This was incredible!
Still, a few of the system's explanations made Fei Luo pause.
The host's death?
It seemed the system wasn't like the ones in novels, where awakening meant you could run wild without a care.
Without a protagonist's halo, all those protagonists would probably rack up enough deaths in a year to circle Blue Star, wouldn't they?
In an instant, a dazzling panel appeared in Fei Luo's mind.
Host: Fei Luo.
Spiritual Root: Mortal Grade, Second Tier. (P.S. Mortal, Human, Earth, Heaven, Divine. The host's spiritual root is the worst in the plane.)
Cultivation Art: None.
Divine Abilities: None.
Merit and Fortune: None.
At the same moment the panel appeared, the system's voice rang out again.
"Ding! Congratulations, host. You have triggered the Deluxe Newcomer Gift Pack. Would you like to claim it?"
Fei Luo stared blankly at the panel, his expression strange. "System, claim the gift pack."
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Successfully claimed: 10 top-grade Marrow Cleansing Pills!"
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Successfully claimed: 10 top-grade Great Restoration Pills!"
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Successfully claimed: a beginner weapon, the upper-grade Treasure Artifact Flowing Cloud Sword."
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Successfully claimed: the divine ability Heaven Venerable Dharma Eye."
"Ding! Congratulations, host. Successfully claimed: the Great Freedom Primordial Dao Scripture."
The string of rewards left Fei Luo dumbfounded all over again.
"Damn! This really is deluxe! I'm rich, I'm rich!" Fei Luo was as giddy as a nouveau riche.
The system really hadn't let him down!
"Xiao Luo, get some rest. I'll go prepare your medicine." Uncle Nine looked at Fei Luo's blank expression and sighed softly. He patted Fei Luo's shoulder, then ushered Qiusheng and Wencai outside.
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