Jiangshi: My Good-for-Nothing Junior Brother Goes Down the Mountain

After ten years of hard cultivation, his spiritual roots withered. Cast out by Maoshan, the disciple headed down the mountain to seek refuge with Uncle Jiu. The moment he reached the entrance to the funeral home, a gust of yin wind rose behind him, and a blue-faced zombie lunged at him. With no talismans or spells to rely on, he clenched his fist and smashed half its skull with a single punch. Inside, Uncle Jiu opened the door and froze. This junior fellow… really was a good-for-nothing?