Transmigrating to the Zombie World

Ren Family Town, Justice Manor.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

Fei Luo woke up with a start, rising from the bed, only for a piercing, bone-deep pain to surge through him.

Looking around, the room was filled with modern-style decor; a side table and a few simple pieces of furniture sat within the red-brick walls.

Fei Luo frowned. "What is this place? Could I have transmigrated?"

Creeeak.

The door to the room opened, the old hinges emitting a teeth-grinding sound.

"Clang!"

A young man with a naive look and a bowl-cut hairstyle pushed his way in. Upon seeing Fei Luo sitting on the bed, the washbasin in his hands clattered to the floor.

"Master! The junior apprentice brother is awake!"

The man froze for a second, then beamed with joy and ran outside, shouting as he went.

Fei Luo was oblivious to all of this, but in an instant, a flood of memories surged into his mind.

This was the Republic of China era, Ren Family Town?

That person just now was Wencai?

I am Uncle Nine's third disciple?

Stunned! Fei Luo felt a chill run down his spine, his face a mask of bewilderment.

Other transmigrators started out as chosen ones, rich and handsome, or married beauties to reach the pinnacle of life; what was this?

A descendant of Uncle Nine in a zombie world?

That's right, Fei Luo had transmigrated, and he had landed right in the middle of a zombie world.

Before long, three figures walked in.

"Disciple, let Master take a look." The first to arrive was a middle-aged man with hair streaked with white. Most peculiar were his eyebrows, which seemed to grow as one.

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, and the other was quite handsome with thick eyebrows and large eyes, sporting a trendy hairstyle—it was Qiusheng.

"Master, I..." Fei Luo started to speak, but Uncle Nine grabbed his hand.

"Disciple, say no more. Let Master check the evil energy within your body."

Seeing this, Fei Luo leaned back against the headboard, enduring the discomfort in his body as he let Uncle Nine take his pulse.

At the same time, Fei Luo carefully observed Uncle Nine. He had a square face with features as sharp as if carved by a knife. Sitting there, he was as straight as a spear, his upright aura commanding awe while still retaining a sense of approachability.

An idol! To think he had become the disciple of his idol?

A moment later, Uncle Nine sighed softly. "It is all my fault for being careless, taking you all to deal with the evil spirit at Old Man Wang's house. Fortunately, you were lucky, Fei Luo, otherwise..."

At this, Qiusheng stepped forward with concern. "Junior brother, it's thanks to you, otherwise it would have been Wencai and me who got hurt."

Wencai chimed in, "Junior brother, you've been unconscious for three days. Master hasn't slept well these past few days. Your breath was so faint, we were all terrified."

"Shut up! Stop saying such unlucky things." Qiusheng raised his fist and gave Wencai a knock on the head.

"Yes, Senior Brother," Wencai said, clutching his head in grievance.

Watching the harmonious scene before him, Fei Luo smiled. He also caught sight of the deep bloodshot veins in Uncle Nine's eyes.

As an orphan in his previous life, Fei Luo felt a special emotion at that moment—one he had never experienced before: familial love!

"Right, Xiao Luo," Uncle Nine thought of something. "The evil energy in your body hasn't fully dissipated. I will write you a few prescriptions later; you should be fully recovered in seven days. It's just your body..."

Thinking of this, Uncle Nine's expression turned bitter. "It's just that the underlying damage is hard to heal. I fear it will take three to five years to recover your cultivation to the third level of the Qi Refining Realm."

Hearing this, Fei Luo's expression darkened.

In his mind, he recalled the Qi-Guiding Body Refining mantra that Uncle Nine had taught him.

Of all the Daoist arts in the world, Maoshan is supreme: Refining Qi to transform into Spirit, Refining Spirit to return to the Void, Refining the Void to merge with the Dao.

At the same time, Fei Luo knew this was the Age of Dharma Decline, where cultivation was difficult. Even Qiusheng was only at the sixth level of the Qi Refining Realm.

One had to know, Qiusheng had been training under Uncle Nine for over ten years.

Fei Luo's talent was excellent, but it had taken him three years just to reach the third level of the Qi Refining Realm. According to the classifications of this world, it was impossible to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm without more than a decade of effort.

Those at the Foundation Establishment Realm could be called Daoists.

Without strength, how could he protect himself in this world rampant with demons and monsters?

"Ding! Host binding successful. Ten Thousand Times Amplification System starting: 1%, 10%, 99%!"

In an instant, Fei Luo felt that in less than the blink of an eye, the blue progress bar in his mind had reached 100%.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully activating the Ten Thousand Times Amplification System. This system possesses the following functions."

"1: All cultivation techniques, divine abilities, and Daoist arts rewarded by this system can receive a ten-thousand-fold amplification in this Age of Dharma Decline, allowing for automatic cultivation."

"2: This system is manifested from the Supreme Will, assisting the host in walking toward the pinnacle to become a great existence that transcends all living beings."

"3: The foundation of this system's rewards is the subjugation of demons and devils. The host will receive corresponding rewards based on the strength of the demon or devil subjugated each time. Should the host die, the system will automatically vanish."

A golden finger? Fei Luo's pale complexion instantly turned incredibly rosy.

Good heavens! Truly, good heavens!

It seemed his starting point wasn't bad at all.

The essential artifact for a transmigrator—a golden finger, a system in hand—meant he would never have to worry about ghosts and monsters while wandering the world in the future.

Cultivation techniques, divine abilities, and Daoist arts that cultivate automatically? Ten-thousand-fold amplification? This was simply incredible!

However, a few of the system's instructions made Fei Luo pause slightly.

The host dies?

It seemed the system wasn't like those in novels where one could act recklessly once awakened.

Without a protagonist's halo, the number of times those protagonists died in a year could probably circle the Blue Planet, right?

In a fleeting moment, a radiant panel appeared in Fei Luo's mind.

Host: Fei Luo.
Spirit Root: Mortal Grade, Second Rank. (PS: Mortal, Human, Earth, Heaven, Divine. The host's spirit root is the most pathetic in this plane.)
Cultivation Technique: None.
Divine Ability: None.
Merit and Luck: None.

At the very moment the panel appeared, the system's voice rang out once more.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for triggering the Deluxe Newcomer Gift Pack. Do you wish to claim it?"

Seeing the panel and feeling slightly dazed, Fei Luo, with a strange expression, spoke aloud, "System, claim the gift pack."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully claiming: Top-grade Marrow Cleansing Pill x10!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully claiming: Top-grade Great Restoration Pill x10!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully claiming: Newcomer weapon, High-grade Treasure [Flowing Cloud Sword]."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully claiming: Divine Ability [Heavenly Venerable Dharma Eye]."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully claiming: Cultivation Technique [Great Freedom Primordial Dao Scripture]."

The string of rewards left Fei Luo stunned once again.

"Damn! This is truly luxurious! I'm rich, I'm rich." Fei Luo felt like an upstart, his heart filled with joy.

The system truly did not deceive him!

"Xiao Luo, rest well. Master will go prepare some medicine for you." Uncle Nine looked at the dazed Fei Luo, sighed softly, patted his shoulder, and beckoned Qiusheng and Wencai to head outside.