A Century of Sign-Ins: I Became the Zombie Progenitor

When Cheng Xiaobei woke up, he discovered that he had become the lowest-grade walking corpse in a mass grave.

Luckily, he activated the Zombie Sign-in System. All he had to do each day was lie down somewhere new to grow stronger.

Sign in in the cultivation world, and receive the Taiyin Body-Refining Art;

Sign in on an ancient battlefield, and receive copper skin and iron bones;

Sign in in an imperial tomb, and receive an army of a hundred thousand Yin soldiers...

Orthodox cultivators: Demon! How dare you refine so many zombies!

Cheng Xiaobei: Don't get the wrong idea. I got all of them from sign-ins.

Demon Clan Saintess: Ancestor of the Corpse, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life.

Cheng Xiaobei: Sorry, zombies can't do that sort of thing.

Buddhist monk: Amitabha. Let this old monk deliver you...

Cheng Xiaobei: Master, you're hitting your wooden fish wrong. It should go like this. He smashes an entire mountain with one swipe of his claw.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.