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

Chapter 802

After an unknown amount of time, a series of crackling sounds suddenly rang out in the air of the ancestral hall.

Ling Yanyan looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the skeletons in the ancestral hall suddenly trembled and quickly merged into a skeleton, then reformed into a human shape, and then stood up and walked out of the ancestral hall.

Ling Yanyan immediately became wary.

Soon, the newly formed skeleton stopped in front of Ling Yanyan. It looked up, its two eerie green pupils staring at Ling Yanyan. A sense of fear instantly rose in Ling Yanyan's heart, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

The skeleton grinned: "Little fellow, what's your name? You must be someone special to be able to get in here."

Ling Yanyan frowned and said, "My name is Ling Yanyan. I escaped by chance because my family was wiped out. May I ask how you should address me, senior?"

The skeleton said, "You don't need to know what my name is, just remember to call me old man."

"Yes."

The skeleton continued, "I am a descendant of Li Xuanxian, the ancestor of the Li family. Now that you have entered my Li family ancestral hall, you are considered a member of the Li family. Therefore, I will test your strength. If you pass, I will reward you; if you fail, you should not come to the ancestral hall again."

As Li Xuanxian explained the rules of inheritance for his Li family descendants, Ling Yanyan's expression became somewhat serious. He listened attentively to Li Xuanxian's explanation and then said, "Senior, please enlighten me."

Li Xuanxian nodded and said, "Are you ready? I'm going to attack." With that, he slowly raised his right arm and suddenly swung it at Ling Yanyan, and an invisible force rushed towards Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yan Yan neither dodged nor flinched, letting the invisible force strike his body. He felt an unbearable pain in his chest, let out a muffled groan, then spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed stiffly to the ground.

"Little guy, how's it going? Are you satisfied with my power?" The skeleton looked down at Ling Yanyan lying on the ground and asked in a cold voice.

Ling Yanyan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to sit up from the ground, his face pale: "Fortunately, as long as I practice diligently, I will definitely be no weaker than my senior."

"Hahaha... Good, good!"

Li Xuanxian clapped his hands and laughed, then sighed, "It's a pity that I missed the best time to cultivate back then. If I could live to this day, I would probably have already reached the Foundation Establishment stage."

At this point, he smiled again: "However, the secrets of my Li family cannot be passed on to outsiders, otherwise my cultivation would not be stuck here."

"Secret? Senior, you must be joking. I don't know anything about secrets. You should just give me all of this."

Ling Yanyan earnestly pleaded.

He knew that there must be some unknown things hidden in this world, otherwise the Li family would not have so many taboos, let alone so many curses.

The so-called curse is an evil spell cast by some monks, which requires the sacrifice of many innocent lives.

Li Xuanxian shook his head: "No, I can't reveal the secret. Besides, the things of my Li family can't be passed on to others casually. You should give up on that idea."

He looked into Ling Yanyan's eyes and spoke slowly.

"However, I can make an exception and give you some guidance. You are currently in the early stage of the Innate Realm, just one step away from the middle stage. If you can break through to the middle stage of the Innate Realm, then you can learn this spell."

"Breakthrough to the mid-stage of the Innate Realm?" Ling Yanyan's eyes revealed determination as he solemnly said, "Thank you, senior."

Li Xuanxian said, "Alright, you should rest for a while. Come find me again when you've recovered." After saying that, he transformed into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the bronze coffin.

...

Once the black smoke completely dissipated, the oppressive feeling in the ancestral hall vanished instantly, and the previously closed windows were opened, letting in sunlight.

Ling Yan sat cross-legged on the ground, practicing his internal energy to heal his injuries.

Three days later, he opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air. Three days of recuperation had greatly improved his physical condition, and most of the residual toxins in his body had been expelled. The remaining traces did not hinder his continued cultivation.