The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Han Yiren clenched her teeth. At this point, she had no choice but to take the risk. However, when she reached the entrance of the medium spiritual stone mine, she was taken aback by the absence of any immediate threats.

"Strange… No wild corpse puppets?" she muttered, her surprise evident. Cautiously, she took another step forward. But at that moment, a chilling sensation ran down her spine. She spun around immediately, only to find a row of dark silhouettes standing behind her. Three Corpse Kings exuded a suffocating aura of power, while two Ghost Kings emanated an eerie, cold presence.

Han Yiren was speechless.

What was this? Three Corpse Kings and two Ghost Kings! Was she supposed to fight these?! Even if a Deity Transformation cultivator arrived, they would have to think twice before facing such odds.

"Since you've already come this far, it wouldn't be fair to leave without a parting gift."

A voice, smooth and mocking, came from behind her.

Han Yiren froze. She recognized that voice. It was familiar. Whipping around, she saw a figure emerging from the darkness—Gao Xuan.

"You... you…" Han Yiren was stunned.

How was Gao Xuan here? And those Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings—were they under his control?! When did he cultivate so many corpses and raise so many ghosts in secret? Wasn't he worried about being backstabbed by his own corpse puppets and ghosts?

Gao Xuan smiled faintly. "Han Yiren, I honestly didn't expect it to be you. I didn't think you were still alive."

Han Yiren forced out a smile that was more painful than crying.

"Junior brother Gao… we've been fellow disciples. Can't you give me a way out?"

Chu Xuan shook his head with a smile. "No way."

Han Yiren, with a look of feigned innocence, slowly took a few steps closer to him. Her clothes suddenly slid off her shoulders, revealing pale, delicate skin and her smooth, unblemished chest.

"Junior brother Gao, I know you've always admired my body. As long as you want, you can do anything to me." Han Yiren moved gracefully, her eyes fluttering seductively.

Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? Anything?"

With a soft giggle, Han Yiren reached behind her back, activating a hidden talisman as she closed in further, her voice like a silken whisper, "Of course."

Chu Xuan smiled, his gaze cold and calculating. "In that case, let me search your soul."

Before Han Yiren could react, Chu Xuan's spirit sense coalesced into the Sky-Tearing Cold Palm, crashing directly into her sea of consciousness. Han Yiren screamed in agony, her body instantly freezing in place.

Hu darted forward, and with a swift tug, he ripped Han Yiren's right arm off as she tried to activate her talisman.

"How dare you make a move on the master, hmph!" Hu snorted disdainfully from his nostrils.

Chu Xuan immediately activated his soul search technique. Moments later, Han Yiren's neck snapped, and her lifeless body was casually tossed into the appropriate place.

"It's hard to believe that only half a year has passed, and the Heavenly Metal Battlefield has changed so drastically," Chu Xuan mused, stroking his chin with a light click. His eyes gleamed with intrigue. From Han Yiren's memories, he learned that the concentration of Spiritual Qi had plummeted drastically. It was now only about one-tenth of what it had been at the beginning.

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Nascent Soul cultivators, whether in the early or middle stages, had mostly fallen to the level of Golden Core cultivators—unless they had a vast supply of spiritual stones. As for those in the late Nascent Soul stage, they still retained a bit of their Golden Core late-stage strength.

As for Deity Transformation cultivators, although Han Yiren had never witnessed Heavenly River True Master of the Reincarnation Divine Sect in action, she could tell that his strength must have dropped considerably. However, no one dared to probe the current strength of Heavenly River True Master. After all, such an experiment would cost one's life.

The situation in the Heavenly Metal Battlefield now was such that treasures that could restore Spiritual Qi had skyrocketed in price. Many cultivators had to trade their magic treasures, talismans, and other valuable items just to exchange for spiritual stones and pills, so they could sustain their cultivation levels and prevent further decline.

After all, if the Spiritual Qi continued to diminish too rapidly, even magic treasures and talismans would become useless. At that point, possessing vast treasures would mean nothing. It would be far more beneficial to trade them for pills and spiritual stones.

"As long as I survive longer than everyone else, I'll be the one laughing in the end!" Gao Xuan smiled faintly. "This is a great opportunity to acquire treasures. Many cultivators, desperate to survive, are forced to sell off their magic treasures, talismans, and even secret techniques at discounted prices. Fortunately, I've taken control of a medium spiritual stone mine, so I still have some spiritual stones."

Chu Xuan then thought of the large spiritual stone mine near Heaven-Three City. If he could take that over, he would truly become a rich man in the Heavenly Metal Battlefield.

However, the demonic cultivators had seemingly destroyed the entrance to the large spiritual stone mine. Other cultivators would likely find it difficult to enter. The mine might still be unoccupied.

With that thought, Chu Xuan immediately gathered Long Hu Bao, and some mining puppets, then set off towards the large spiritual stone mine. As for Two Arms and Four Arms, they remained behind to guard the area.

Heaven-Three City had now become a paradise for corpses. Originally, this city had been the stronghold of Heaven-Four Palace, a faction under the banner of the Heaven Shaking Divine Sect. However, after the rapid decline in the Spiritual Qi concentration across the Heavenly Metal Battlefield, many of the cultivators in Heaven-Four Palace were horrified to discover that they could no longer control their corpse puppets. In the end, they were all devoured by their own creations.

The Heaven-Four Palace cultivators followed a strategy focused on the "sea of corpses." The corpse puppets they created were not particularly refined but numerous. Even a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator would have three or four corpse puppets under their command, and Nascent Soul cultivators would maintain hundreds or even thousands.

When such a large number of corpse puppets turned against their masters, the results were catastrophic. After careful consideration, the Heaven-Four Palace cultivators had no choice but to evacuate Heaven-Three City overnight and retreat to Heaven-Three City. This left Heaven-Three City completely overrun by corpse puppets.

Without any cultivators guarding the city, the ancient beasts soon flooded in, quickly engaging in fierce battles with the corpse puppets. The beasts would retreat during the day, only to return at night. The corpse puppets were more than happy with this arrangement, as the blood and flesh of the Ancient Beasts were full of vitality—just the type of nourishment they craved.

To anyone unaware, it might have seemed as though the ancient beasts and corpse puppets were engaged in a joint military exercise. Now, Heaven-Three City had become a living hell. Any cultivator with even a modicum of sense would avoid the area.

Around Heaven-Three City, numerous outposts were scattered, including spiritual stone mines, spiritual herb gardens, and spiritual wood forests. After the cultivators of Heaven-Three City withdrew, most of them fled to Heaven-Two City, while a small group of cultivators took over the outposts in small teams.

About two hundred miles to the east of Heaven-Three City lay a medium spiritual stone mine. Shang Xingchen and Wei Ji had long since conquered the mine and established their base there.

However, this medium spiritual stone mine could only maintain the two of them at their current cultivation level without allowing their strength to drop too rapidly. It was insufficient to fully sustain their cultivation.

At this moment, the two of them were busy repairing puppets. Wei Ji, being a puppet master, was highly skilled at the task and worked quickly and efficiently. As for Shang Xingchen, while he couldn't claim to be an expert in this field, he at least had some basic knowledge. Still, his movements were slow and clumsy in comparison to Wei Ji's.

Nonetheless, even with his lack of skill, Shang Xingchen remained enthusiastic about the task.