The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Don't be fooled by how powerful Nascent Soul cultivators appear. In most ordinary cultivation worlds, they would already be the leaders of sects or revered elders.

However, the gap between Nascent Soul early stage and Nascent Soul late stage cultivators is far greater than the difference between early and late stages of Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment.

No amount of magic treasures or talismans could fill that gap. What's more, the two Nascent Soul Stage early cultivators were both affected by the surrounding depletion of Spiritual Qi, while Chu Xuan was at the Nascent Soul Stage eighth layer and had not suffered any loss in strength.

The deaths of the two junior brothers clearly shook Long Hao to his core. These were Nascent Soul cultivators! Not mere mortals! Even if they were ambushed, they shouldn't have been completely defenseless. This outcome could only mean one thing: the disparity in strength was vast.

Without hesitation, Long Hao threw out a large flag. As soon as the flag was in his grasp, it unfurled and quickly emitted a thick mist, obscuring his figure. Even spiritual sense couldn't detect him. He immediately spewed out the essence of his Nascent Soul and activated a teleportation technique to flee.

However, after traveling a distance of several dozen zhang, he was struck by the terrifying sight before him. A thick blood-red cloud appeared out of nowhere. Not just in front of him, but above, below, and on all sides. The entire area was enveloped in blood-red clouds!

Within the blood cloud, countless eerie spirits swarmed towards him. These malevolent blood demons, with their sharp teeth and hunger-filled eyes, pounced on him like starving beasts who had just caught the scent of fresh meat.

Long Hao was both shocked and furious. He immediately summoned a Dragon Patterned Golden Bell from his storage. The bell emitted waves of golden light, and the blood demons screeched, their bodies burning as if set aflame. The first wave of demons, charging headfirst, were reduced to ashes within seconds.

Long Hao let out a cold laugh and continued to activate the Dragon Patterned Golden Bell. The golden ripples emanated from the bell, growing ever more intense. However, within this sea of blood clouds, the ripples were like a small boat on the turbulent waves—on the verge of capsizing at any moment. He glanced around, only to see that the number of demons coming at him showed no sign of dwindling. His Dragon Patterned Golden Bell, while effective against evil spirits, seemed useless against these strange blood-colored demons. Even if they were slain, they continued to taint the bell's light.

In a matter of moments, the bell, his prized magic treasure, had already lost much of its brilliance.

A chill ran down Long Hao's spine.

"Dragon Patterned Golden Bell, Wild Dragon's Demon Slayer!"

He roared furiously and slapped the bell with all his strength. The golden waves intensified, thickening like a tide. Half of the blood demons were instantly obliterated.

Long Hao was overjoyed and immediately took out a magic treasure to break through the encroaching blood clouds. However, just as he burst through the blood mist, a faint black light suddenly streaked across. It circled around his neck.

Crack.

His head fell to the ground.

Chu Xuan moved swiftly, drawing out Long Hao's soul essence with a single hand. As for the body, he tossed it directly into the Blood Demon Flask. In no time, the Blood Demon Flask would refine the body into blood mist.

Although Long Hao was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and his body contained far more blood essence than an ordinary person—even without specializing in body refinement—it would still take a while for the Blood Demon Flask to fully process it.

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"This Blood Demon Flask still has its flaws," Chu Xuan mused, "but as a low-grade magic treasure, it can function like a top-grade one for a while. It's already showing its potential." He nodded in satisfaction, his gaze drifting toward the distant darkness with a sly smile.

"That Xiao Xian is clever. Qiu Wanhong encouraged him to test my strength but he never showed up. Not only did he fail to come, but he also tricked Long Hao into coming here, promising that he himself would arrive."

Chu Xuan hadn't made a move on Long Hao and his two companions immediately. Instead, he had been listening to their conversation, trying to locate Xiao Xian. It wasn't until he confirmed that Xiao Xian had not appeared that he finally turned his attention to dealing with Long Hao and the others. By then, two figures appeared, walking slowly from the distance.

It was Shang Xingchen and Wei Ji. When they saw the still-wet blood stains on the ground, they shook their heads in disappointment.

"It seems we're late," Wei Ji sighed, "Such a pity."

"Didn't manage to help Fellow Daoist Chu, we are deeply ashamed," Shang Xingchen sighed even more deeply.

Wei Ji twitched his mouth. "Is that shame?" he thought. "No, you're just coveting his spoils of war. I'm honestly embarrassed for you!"

Chu Xuan chuckled, "No worries, there will be plenty more opportunities."

Shang Xingchen smiled and nodded, "I understand."

The two of them returned the way they came. Chu Xuan also went back to the great spirit stone mine.

Cold Ironwood Forest.

Qiu Wanhong stared at the shattered life token, her face turning ashen. Inside the token was a drop of Long Hao's blood. This meant Long Hao was dead!

After questioning several of Crazy Dragon Valley's Foundation Establishment cultivators, Qiu Wanhong's expression darkened further.

"How is this possible?!" she fumed.

Xiao Xian swiftly approached Qiu Wanhong, his expression full of concern.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, what happened? I noticed that Crazy Dragon Valley's Foundation Establishment cultivators seem unsettled."

Suppressing her rage, Qiu Wanhong explained the situation to Xiao Xian.

Xiao Xian's face turned pale with shock. "How could this be?! Fellow Daoist Long Hao was too greedy for merit, rushing in recklessly. How dare he provoke that Chu Xuan?"

Qiu Wanhong gritted her teeth. "This damn Chu Xuan! He killed your Sect's Song Lingfeng, and now he's killed Crazy Dragon Valley's Junior Brother Long! Before leaving, the Valley Master entrusted Long Hao to me. If I fail to return him to Crazy Dragon Valley, how could I face the Valley Master again?"

Xiao Xian's eyes turned red, and he shot to his feet, filled with rage.

"I am willing to avenge Fellow Daoist Qiu! This fiend killed Senior Brother Song from Red Flame Pavilion. We cannot let him live! I've been preparing in the shadows! We will strike from two directions, surrounding him on all sides! We will surely eliminate that Chu Xuan!" He cupped his hands. "However, Crazy Dragon Valley still has several Nascent Soul cultivators, while Red Flame Pavilion only has two. The only person who can assist me now is Fellow Daoist Ximen from Majestic Sword Sect. I ask Senior Sister Qiu to lend me a hand!"

Qiu Wanhong understood his intention. Her anger was rising, and she could almost taste Chu Xuan's flesh in her mind. Some thoughts eluded her for the moment. Qiu Wanhong slapped her storage bag and immediately took out a Nascent Soul early-stage puppet beast along with ten Golden Core late-stage puppet beasts.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, I'll temporarily lend you these puppet beasts. While I draw Chu Xuan's attention, you will strike together, swiftly breaking the mine's formation! Once we do, we will share the great spirit stone mine equally. There will be no shortage of spirit stones for you!"

Xiao Xian stood with a solemn expression. "Since Fellow Daoist Qiu places such trust in me, I will give my all to this! I will definitely slay Chu Xuan! To avenge Senior Brother Song, and to repay Crazy Dragon Valley's debt for Fellow Daoist Long!" With that, he immediately gathered his forces and set off in the dead of night, leaving the Cold Ironwood Forest.

Qiu Wanhong barked a command. "All cultivators of Crazy Dragon Valley, listen to my orders! Foundation Establishment cultivators will stay in the forest, using the puppet beasts to guard it. No one is to enter! We will head to the great spirit stone mine, kill Chu Xuan, and avenge Junior Brother Long!"

Before long, Qiu Wanhong led the remaining four Nascent Soul cultivators toward the great spirit stone mine. However, not long after they departed...

Xiao Xian, Ximen Changqing, and another Nascent Soul cultivator from Red Flame Pavilion sneaked back to the entrance of the Cold Ironwood Forest under the cover of night.

Xiao Xian gazed at the forest, a smug smile spreading across his face.

"Compared to that hard-to-take great spirit stone mine," he mused, "this easily obtainable Cold Ironwood Forest suits me much better."