Bringing some shocking pranks to the Cultivation World

80: Chapter 72: Respect Every Good Egg 80: Chapter 72: Respect Every Good Egg “Convergence Imaging Stone, records peculiar tastes.”

Without the slightest hesitation or delay, Zhou Li, upon opening the door again, directly pulled out the Convergence Imaging Stone that captures shadows and images.

He quickly squatted beside the door frame to give a thumbs-up gesture as he snapped a photo with the rigid old scholar and the shy Peashooter behind him.

Turning around, Zhou Li held up his thumb, proudly saying,

“Panoramic imaging, detail capture, no anti-aliasing but with exposure control, and high resolution with vivid colors, capable of vividly recording peculiar tastes.

Whether you’re into sexy giant mushrooms or like the tsundere Peashooter, it can record it all perfectly.”

“Though I am elderly,”

An arrow’s wind stung Zhou Li’s cheek, and the old scholar’s eyes flowed with Dragon Tiger Qi, radiating an oppressing aura like a tiger suddenly awakened.

Gazing at the shattered Convergence Imaging Stone, he gasped for breath, his heart pounding with fright as he growled,

“Arrow Yu Feng!”

“You really shouldn’t with so much righteousness destroy a stone recording your tastes.”

Zhou Li looked at the never-before-seen magnificent old scholar and deadpanned the comment.

Then, he turned his head, subtly nodding at Tang Wan, who seemed to be putting something away.

After a cold snort, the old scholar hung his longbow on the wall beside him with a face full of righteousness.

Clearing his throat, he sat in a chair and asked nonchalantly, “What have you come here for?”

“We’ve come to collect evidence of your unique taste for the Peashooter.”

Zhou Li pulled out a chair and sat down next to Tang Wan, saying helplessly, “You asked me to witness your new research on zombies; you can’t just get old and senile because you’ve developed new hobbies, that would be a loss indeed.”

“You brat, can’t you show some respect for the elderly?”

The old scholar glanced at Zhou Li with annoyance and then, setting down his teacup, said, “Yes, I remembered, indeed I have something to tell you both.”

“The person who controlled the zombies attacking Hou Jue that day was a cultivator.”

“A cultivator?”

Not only Tang Wan but even Zhou Li was taken aback when he heard this familiar yet strange term.

Ah-Zhen, are you serious?

He had already seen from the Fate Line that the perpetrator was a “Daoist,” but at first, Zhou Li thought this Daoist was just a Spirit Qi Master with a religious habit.

Now, however, the old scholar had confirmed the person’s identity in his own words.

“Ordinary zombies only consume bone marrow and essence blood to replenish their lost vital essence.

They do not eat human flesh because it doesn’t contain much essence, and zombies often have stomach problems—they’re likely to get diarrhea after eating, so they do not eat flesh.”

“However, the zombies that attacked Hou Jue, as well as those that appeared suddenly, all have an incomprehensible obsession with ordinary flesh and blood.”

Hoisting up the head of Zombie No.

2, the old scholar placed a piece of raw chicken flesh before it.

Instantly, the eyes of Zombie No.

2, which had been tightly shut, flared open as it went crazy trying to bite into the raw meat.

“So, according to my research, this instinct of the zombie to devour flesh and blood should be the habit of the person controlling it behind the scenes.”

Upon spreading a layer of honey on the raw chicken, the zombie became even more frenzied, and the severed neck even started making efforts, as if desperate for a taste.

The old scholar pinched a bit of minced garlic from a teacup and sprinkled it onto the raw chicken under the pleading gaze of the zombie.

In an instant, the zombie closed its eyes, the head slumped to the side, dead as dead can be.

Witnessing this very human-like portrayal of a garlic-refusing zombie head, both Tang Wan and Zhou Li were considerably shaken.

After all, this zombie had nothing but its head left and still managed to vividly express the inner strength of those who do not eat garlic, which was quite surprising to them.

“According to my calculations, besides Corpse Qi and resentment, there’s also a trace of turbid Immortal Qi within this zombie’s body.

I consulted an old friend who told me there’s only one person who can control zombies, avoids eating onions, garlic, and ginger, and operates in the north.”

“Gui Daozi.”

“Gui Daozi?”

Zhou Li paused for a moment, feeling that the name sounded somewhat odd; then, he asked with some hesitation,

“Are you sure it’s Gui?”

“Yes.”

Nodding, the old scholar said with a grave expression,

“This man was once the deputy sect leader of a small sect in the Southern County mountains, knowledgeable in Dao Arts and Divine Skills, and reputed to have the Destiny Observing Technique.

Overwhelmed by the hardships of the Immortal Path, he stole the sect’s secret teachings, slaughtered seventy-five members of his sect, refined six Bronze Body Zombies, and then went into hiding in Southern County.”

“When the Old Celestial Master from the Zhengyi Sect learned of this, he sent his direct disciple to hunt down this villain.

After a pursuit that lasted half a month, Gui Daozi’s six zombies were all sent into reincarnation, and he himself was gravely injured, teetering on the brink of death.”

“It’s a pity that just when the Immortal was about to execute Gui Daozi, Gui Daozi used the sect’s secret treasure and disappeared within Southern County.”

“At that time, the Old Celestial Master had foreseen that this person’s fate had run its course and recalled his disciples.

Little did he expect that this person would come to the North, refining Zombies, and seeking to return to the Immortal Path.

Now the Chief Disciple from the Zhengyi Sect has come out of seclusion and will arrive in Beiliang within three days.”

Setting down his teacup, he sighed after seeing the two engrossed in the story, then continued, “However, I suspect that within these three days, Gui Daozi must be planning something big.”

“No need to suspect.”

Zhou Li nodded, took a deep breath, and replied, “It has already happened.”

After finishing, Zhou Li recounted to the scholar what had happened last night at the city gate tower including the Government Official who turned into a Zombie and Qianhu’s way of handling it.

“As expected…”

Hearing all this, the scholar nodded in understanding, “Gui Daozi has great ambitions.

It seems he’s treating the whole of Beiliang as his prey.”

“What else?”

Zhou Li stretched languidly and glanced at the longbow hanging on the wall, his expression a mixture of amusement and seriousness:

“The only city without a general’s garrison, Iron Order City, has a large population and prosperity, and plenty of Spirit Qi.

It’s no different from leaving a house full of treasure unlocked.”

The old fox and the young fox looked at each other and both broke into a smile full of profound significance.

Tang Wan at their side couldn’t help but shiver, suddenly unsure who the real villain was.

“If I’m not wrong, tonight Gui Daozi should make his move at the North City Gate.”

Gently twirling his teacup, the old scholar looked at the city defense map spread out on the table and said calmly, “The North City Gate is located near the foothills, with walls that are low and easy to climb over.”

Glancing at the setting sun outside the window, the old scholar tapped lightly on the words ‘North City Gate’, “Now, Gui Daozi should have already started his move.”

“Don’t worry.”

Zhou Li slumped relaxedly in his chair, looking out the window at the dying rays of the sun, a faint smile on his face:

“Right now, there should be a surprise waiting for Young Master Dao at the North City Gate.”

Late at night, Gui Daozi, who had salved the wounds in his heart, suddenly opened his eyes, chaos and turbid energy swirling in his dark brown irises.

He let out a cold snort, slowly stood up, cricked his neck, and looked down.

Looking at the low city walls below the mountain and those listless soldiers, a fierce light gleamed in Gui Daozi’s eyes, and he twisted his neck again, removed his head, shook out the dust from his brain, and then put it back.

This time, I will make sure none of you remains.

Remembering the humiliation and pain from last night, Gui Daozi subconsciously clenched his legs.

Then, gathering his spirits, he activated the runes on his body, bent his knees…

Snap straight!

With a graceful leap, Gui Daozi’s shadow appeared in mid-air.

Like a deity, Gui Daozi looked down at the soldiers and Government Officials below, unaware of the impending disaster, a vicious smile on his face.

Die for me!

Pfft.

Watching skewers pierce the tender meat, Zhou Li was making a fire while taking the skewer Tang Wan handed him to apply sauce onto it on the grill.

“While Guo Lingyun diligently defends the city, we’re here eating roasted meat, doesn’t it seem a bit inappropriate?”

The old scholar drank the yellow wine from his teacup in one go, smacked his lips, and said somewhat sentimentally, “But I must say, Zhou Li, your cooking skills haven’t diminished at all.”

“I’ll bring a few skewers over to him later as a gesture of consolation.”

Zhou Li waved his hand and then sprinkled seasoning on this somewhat strange chicken skewer, curiously asking, “By the way, what kind of meat is this?”

The scholar glanced at it and said listlessly, “Ah, it’s from an egg.”

“Ah?”

Zhou Li paused for a second, then chuckled, “You’re joking again, haven’t I seen eggs before?”

“Egg.”

Repeating it, the old scholar said seriously, “Rooster egg.”

“Oh.”

Zhou Li’s eyes widened in realization before exclaiming, “Rooster egg, huh!”

“If you’re not going to eat it, I will.”

Under the soft moonlight, Guo Lingyun looked at Gui Daozi kneeling on the ground, his lifeblood gushing from his fingertips, and involuntarily shivered.