Chapter 1: The Purple-Robed Celestial Master Transmigrates into the Apocalypse

"Corpse poison attacking the heart, how is this possible?"

Chen Yusheng's heart was shocked to the point of breaking; he raised his eyes and saw purple-black spreading from several scratch wounds on his right arm. The entire arm was swollen as if filled with blood, and a cold, sinister toxin was burrowing along his blood vessels toward his heart.

He subconsciously mobilized the Yuan Qi within his body to suppress it, but his meridians were completely empty, lacking even half a shred of Qi sensation; panic instantly crawled all over his face.

"Where is my Yuan Qi?"

Before the words had even faded, a sudden, sharp pain struck his heart, as if ten thousand poisonous ants were gnawing at it. It raced through his blood vessels across his entire body, making even his fingertips tremble with numbness. He could not help but hunch over, cry out in pain, and collapse to the floor.

Pfft—pfft—pfft—

Enduring the intense pain, he rapidly tapped several major acupoints on his body to temporarily seal his blood vessels. Only then did the heart-piercing pain ease slightly, but the cold sweat on his temples had already soaked his bangs. (This book is first published on TianTianKanXiaoShuo for the best experience, ttk. tw is super awesome, providing you with error-free and non-disordered chapter reading.)

If corpse poison attacks the heart, one will perish within at most an hour, or even turn into a corpse directly.

Chen Yusheng dared not delay; he hurriedly sat cross-legged on the floor and exerted all his strength to circulate his cultivation technique.

As long as he could condense a sliver of Yuan Qi, he could hinder the toxin's spread; only by condensing a strand of Yuan Qi could he barely suppress the corpse poison.

Cultivating Yuan Qi involves squeezing the material energy within the body; people who cultivate Yuan Qi are especially prone to hunger and need to consume large amounts of food.

The moment the technique began to circulate, Chen Yusheng suddenly sensed an extremely pure and powerful energy in the surrounding air.

"Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy?"

Chen Yusheng was stunned.

The energy Chen Yusheng felt was pure energy, somewhat like the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy recorded in ancient Daoist texts that had already vanished from Earth for thousands of years!

His heart shook violently, but the pain in his chest would not allow him to investigate further. He gritted his teeth, gathered his focus, and continued to cultivate Yuan Qi.

As for the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, he could only study it later.

Twenty seconds, one minute, one hour...

A trace of color gradually returned to his pale face, the redness and swelling on his arm slowly subsided, and the purple-black faded somewhat.

Several hours later, a thin strand of Yuan Qi was finally condensed within his body, barely managing to suppress the corpse poison within his meridians.

Chen Yusheng let out a sigh of relief, only then daring to raise his eyes to survey his surroundings.

What met his eyes was a dilapidated house; it appeared to be the living room. His feet kicked up thick dust from the floor, making his throat tighten.

The sofa and table were covered in a layer of grime, the walls were mottled and peeling, and patches of mold crawled everywhere. Mixed with a faint, putrid stench drifting in the air, it was indescribably deathly silent.

A ray of sunset shone obliquely through the window, dyeing the dust-filled room golden, yet it only made the house appear even more desolate.

He looked down at himself; he was wearing a dirty white T-shirt, his jeans had several holes, and his sneakers were stained with filth. Where was there any trace of his former appearance?

He touched his right arm again; only faint marks remained where the scratches had been, and that cold, sinister toxin had already been suppressed.

This must have been caused by a Walking Corpse—those monsters that Daoists call Walking Corpses and Living Corpses, and the world calls Sangshi.

Chen Yusheng leaned against the wall and walked to the bathroom. He reached out and touched a dust-covered mirror. The moment he wiped away the dust and looked up, his entire body stiffened, and his mind was shaken.

In the mirror was a strange youth, with handsome features and only about fifteen or sixteen years of age, his eyes still holding lingering panic.

This was not his body!

"Did I... transmigrate?"

His throat felt tight. He stared blankly for a long time before letting out a long sigh.

No matter what, it was good to be alive.

After tidying up briefly, Chen Yusheng followed the faint light to the balcony, only to discover he was on the second floor of a small Western-style house.

But when his gaze swept toward the floor below, his whole body instantly froze in place.

What met his eyes was a ruined urban area. Shadowy figures wandered aimlessly on the streets; some dragged broken legs, some had their heads tilted onto their shoulders, emitting hoarse, strange sounds from their throats, while others lay on the ground gnawing on something. The putrid stench drifted throughout the entire building with the wind.

Those were not people; they were all Sangshi!

"Roar—!"

A low growl suddenly came from downstairs. Chen Yusheng looked down and saw a Sangshi opening its blood-red maw, jumping and scratching at the balcony railing, its putrid saliva dripping onto the ground.

This roar was like a signal; the Sangshi on the street turned their heads one after another, their scarlet eyes locking onto the direction of the balcony. They roared and, limping but moving extremely fast, charged toward this building.

"Damn it!"

Chen Yusheng broke into a cold sweat. He turned abruptly and retreated from the balcony, reaching back to close the living room door.

The door was actually wide open, and outside was the stairwell; he could vaguely hear chaotic footsteps already.

He lunged over and slammed the door shut, clicking the latch into place. He had just caught his breath when a loud "Boom!" smashed against the door!

The double-layered security door was actually dented, and the metallic ringing made his eardrums ache.

Boom!

Another impact, and a fist-sized hole was punched directly through the door. A withered, twig-like hand with blackened nails suddenly reached in through the hole, grabbing at nothing.

"No, the door won't hold for long!"

Chen Yusheng's brain raced. He only had one strand of Yuan Qi in his dantian, and it was still suppressing the corpse poison. He was no different from an ordinary person now and was no match for the Sangshi.

He had to fight!

Without hesitation, he shoved his index finger into his mouth and bit down hard. The taste of blood instantly filled his mouth, and fresh blood quickly seeped out. At the same time, he mobilized the thin strand of Yuan Qi in his dantian, enduring the surging pain in his heart, and forced it all toward his fingertip.

Boom!

The security door was smashed into another large hole; wood chips and metal fragments splattered. That withered hand reached in again, barely grazing his arm, and the putrid stench rushed straight into his nostrils.

Chen Yusheng took half a step back, gritting his teeth. With his fingertip dipped in blood and Yuan Qi, he rapidly drew on the mottled security door.

Beads of blood seeped out more and more, and the Yuan Qi drained rapidly along his fingertip. The corpse poison in his heart seemed to want to break through the suppression, the pain intensifying in waves. His hand was trembling slightly, but the strokes of the talisman pattern did not falter in the slightest.

A dozen seconds later, the final stroke of the Exorcism Talisman was completed.

In an instant, the dense sound of impacts outside the door stopped abruptly, followed by a chorus of panicked roars. The chaotic footsteps scrambled away, as if they had encountered something extremely terrifying.

Chen Yusheng slumped against the wall, gasping for air; the cold sweat on his forehead and back had already soaked his clothes.

He looked up at the security door. A head-sized hole had been smashed into the middle of it, and the entire door frame was severely deformed, the metal edges curled. A few seconds later, the door would surely have been ripped off entirely.

Looking out through the broken hole, a large group of Sangshi crowded the stairwell, shivering three meters away from the door, their scarlet eyes full of dread, yet they dared not take another step forward.

With this Exorcism Talisman, he was safe for at least ten hours for the time being.

But the next second, a tearing pain suddenly surged from his heart, more intense than any time before.

"Urgh—!"

Chen Yusheng let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.

The corpse poison had begun to attack his heart again.

He dared not delay, once again rapidly tapping the major acupoints on his body with his fingertips, then staggered to sit cross-legged, resuming the circulation of his cultivation technique to squeeze out the energy within his body to condense Qi, continuing to fight to the death against that frigid corpse poison.