I Have Cultivated the Thousand Years of Drought Demon, so You Can Learn to Drive Away Corpses.

Zombies are wreaking havoc on the world, and evil cultivators and fairies are rampant. In order to continue the fire of civilization, young people have begun to join the ranks of zombie exorcists. Young Corpse King: The green-haired zombie that just ran over smells so good! Old corpse driver: That's my son! Young Corpse King: Those cultivators flying in the sky actually have three heads. They must be delicious! Old corpse driver: That's my ancestor! Young Corpse King: Why do humans need to learn to drive away zombies? Aren't zombies very obedient? The old corpse driver looked at the dancing zombies and fell into deep thought. ... Four years later. Young Corpse King: Corpse energy is really unpalatable. I must rebuild my physical body and become a human again! At the foot of the mountain is a human boy carrying a treasure. The young corpse king is greedy. Little did they know, this was the beginning of the bond between the two. The young corpse king's cultivation was sealed by the boy's treasure. Only by helping this human boy grow can he restore his cultivation. Just to one day rebuild my body. ... (This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.)