Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"They jumped!"

Duanmu Ying gasped in shock and covered her mouth.

Lieutenant Wang and the soldiers also felt a chill run down their spines. Jumping from such a height, even for cultivators, the odds were probably against them.

Just when everyone thought they were about to witness a tragedy.

But then Chu Sheng and his companion's trajectories twisted strangely in the air, slowing down, and in the last three or four meters, they almost "floated" down!

"Bang! Bang!"

With two muffled thuds, Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda fell awkwardly onto a patch of wet, soft mud some distance away.

Although the Gravity Technique almost failed at the last moment

But with the buffer from the previous jump, the height was no longer fatal.

When Chu Sheng landed, he rolled over, which relieved most of the force, but he still felt his internal organs churning and his throat tasted sweet.

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yu Chuda was much luckier, protected by Chu Sheng, but he scraped his left shoulder when he landed, causing him to groan in pain.

"Quick! Save them!" Lieutenant Wang was the first to react and led his men to rush forward.

Duanmu Ying ran quickly with the medical kit, and was the first to reach the two of them.

She quickly checked Yu Chuda's injuries and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Left shoulder dislocated, possibly fractured, internal organs concussed, but not life-threatening." As he spoke, he skillfully began to initially stabilize the shoulder.

Then, she looked at Chu Sheng, who was lying slumped on the ground, and felt a sudden pang of fear. She knelt down and softened her voice.

"How are you? Is anything particularly painful?"

Chu Sheng shook his head, forcing a smile.

"I'm fine... just a little... exhausted."

As they spoke, the main trunk of the locust tree collapsed in the raging fire, and the distorted human faces finally vanished completely.

He felt as if his head had been hollowed out.

A buzzing sound filled the air, everything went black, and I completely lost consciousness.

"Take him to my clinic," Duanmu Ying shouted urgently.

"Quickly, quickly!" Lieutenant Wang hurriedly called to his men, who brought a stretcher to take Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda away.

...

The fire burned all night.

It wasn't until dawn that the last flame was extinguished in the charred ruins, leaving only wisps of smoke swirling in the morning mist.

A figure quietly appeared at the edge of the ruins.

That was a woman.

She wore a dark green cheongsam embroidered with gold peonies, which clung tightly to her curvaceous figure, with her fair and slender legs faintly visible through the slit.

He wore a long black woolen overcoat, the hem of which fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.

Her lips were as red as blood, and she wore black high heels.

She walked step by step into the still-scorching ruins, her steps calm and graceful, as if strolling in her own garden.

Her long, black hair was tied into a loose bun at the back of her head.

What is most striking are her eyes—deep within her pupils, a faint, dark purple light flashes and disappears.

"Tsk, it's burned so clean." The woman's voice was soft, with a hint of regret, yet also nonchalant.

She walked to the charred trunk of the locust tree, stretched out her delicate hand, painted with bright red nail polish, and gently pressed it onto the carbonized bark.

"The locust tree ghost, which is over two hundred years old, was almost destroyed."

Before she finished speaking, she slightly clenched her fingers, and a dark purple light shone from her fingertips.

With a soft "crack," the charred outer shell peeled off, revealing a core about the thickness of an arm, made entirely of dark wood.

As soon as the heartwood of the locust tree separated from the main trunk, the remaining yin energy around it fluctuated violently, emitting a mournful "woo-woo" sound.

The woman seemed not to hear, and casually put the locust wood heart into her sleeve.

She did not leave. After scanning her surroundings, she slowly took out a palm-sized black jade bottle covered with strange runes from her bag.

She raised her jade-like hand slightly, her fingertips slowly twirling as she murmured incantations:

"Where do wandering souls linger? The three souls have already descended, and the seven spirits have arrived."

"In desolate villages and wilderness, amidst graves and forests; false accusations and lawsuits, the lost souls. By imperial decree!"

"Kagura, come to me, soul!"

Swah——

As soon as he finished speaking, wisps of lingering resentment from the remaining souls rose from the ground and fell into the jade bottle.

Before long, the resentment of the lingering soul within the jade bottle gradually coalesced into the form of Kagura Nogi.

The woman gently shook the jade bottle, a playful smile appearing on her face:

"Hehe... My poor sister, I told you not to set foot in China, but you wouldn't listen."

Inside the jade bottle, Kagura Nogo let out a barely audible plea: "Sister...save me..."

"How interesting. I never thought that more than 300 years later, there would still be a successor of the Northern Emperor School appearing in the world."

The woman ignored Kagura Nogo's words, instead looking in the direction Chu Sheng had left, and murmured:

"Don't die too quickly like your ancestors."

Her figure moved like smoke, silently blending into the still-lingering morning mist, as if she had never existed.

……

East of Shaozhou City, at Duanmu Medical Clinic.

This is a two-story building that combines Chinese and Western architectural styles, with white walls and blue tiles.

A bronze plaque reading "Duanmu Western Medicine Clinic" hangs at the entrance, and the room is bright and clean.

Inside a private ward on the second floor.

Chu Sheng lay in the clean bedding, his face still somewhat pale, and slowly opened his eyes.

I found myself lying on a clean hospital bed, covered with a soft quilt.

"woke up?"

Duanmu Ying pushed open the door and came in carrying a bowl of medicine.

She changed into a light blue nurse's uniform, her hair loosely tied back.

A few strands of hair fell beside her cheeks, making her look less capable and more gentle.

Her long, slender legs were particularly eye-catching, and he secretly praised them in his heart.

Struggling to sit up, he asked, "Where's my senior brother?"

"Don't move." Duanmu Ying quickly stepped forward, pressing one hand on his shoulder and using the other to prop up a pillow.

"Your senior brother is next door. Your condition is more serious than his, so you need to rest and recuperate properly."

Chu Sheng felt the warmth of the other person's hand.

Suddenly, I realized that my dirty clothes had been changed into clean hospital gowns.

"clothing……"

Duanmu Ying seemed to see through his thoughts, raised an eyebrow, and pretended to be indifferent, saying:

"I changed it. What, are you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"

Chu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then joked, "It's good that I didn't offend the young lady's eyes."

"Pooh…"

Duanmu Ying, remembering how Chu Sheng had been misbehaving even while unconscious, spat and handed the bowl of medicine to him:

"I've had it, the ginseng soup."

"This is a 500-year-old ginseng that Zhang Bobo specially sent over."

"A 500-year-old ginseng?" Chu Sheng's eyes lit up. This was a treasure! "It's perfect for my training."

He downed the entire bottle in one gulp, then frowned, "Why is it still so bitter?"

"Here you go." Duanmu Ying seemed to have already guessed that Chu Sheng would say this.

As if by magic, he pulled a piece of candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Her fingertips brushed against his lips unintentionally.

Both of them were taken aback for a moment.

"Cough cough..." Chu Sheng mumbled through his mouth, "Thank you."

Duanmu Ying withdrew her hand and calmly put away the medicine bowl, but her ears turned slightly red.

"Um... how is Miss Zhang?" Chu Sheng changed the subject.

"The yin energy in her body has dissipated, but her soul is damaged and needs to be slowly healed."

Duanmu Ying sat down on the chair beside the bed.

General Zhang said that once he is feeling better, he will personally visit to express his gratitude.

Chu Sheng said calmly, "No need. It is my duty to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path."

"You really are just like your senior brother said, a proper Taoist priest."

Duanmu Ying rested her chin on her hand, looking at him with a probing gaze, and suddenly spoke:

"By the way, when you jumped down that day... you didn't use qinggong (lightness skill), you used magic!"

"Is that right?"