The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Qiu Wanhong's expression shifted slightly as she quickly turned and unleashed her dragon energy toward the rear. Her battle experience told her that when an enemy deliberately set up false fronts, it was a clear sign they were planning to launch a surprise attack from behind!

However, to her dismay, her surroundings remained empty. The dragon energy she had built up with such intensity slammed into the rock wall, only dislodging some stone debris. Her face turned an ashen gray.

"Once again, I've fallen into his trap!"

With no other choice, Qiu Wanhong summoned all her puppets to cover her back while she pressed forward, still wary of a surprise attack.

Meanwhile, Chu Xuan had already used his Lotus Escape Technique to conceal his presence to the utmost, watching Qiu Wanhong from the shadows with great interest. He could certainly kill Qiu Wanhong, but he intended to do so with minimal effort.

After all, each extra bit of spiritual qi expended meant more spirit stones would be needed to replenish it. And spirit stones were now far too precious to waste in a battle of this sort. His earlier distractions were meant to keep Qiu Wanhong on edge, forcing her to remain constantly alert. In this game, she was in the open, while he operated in the shadows.

After several such psychological manipulations, Qiu Wanhong had become increasingly paranoid, imagining that Chu Xuan could be lurking in every dark corner. The flickering shadows cast by the faint light from the ores seemed like sinister, ravenous demonic beasts, ready to pounce at any moment.

"It's time."

Chu Xuan summoned the Sky Corpse Tower and the Umbra Shield. At once, the three Corpse Kings and the two Ghost Kings appeared, surrounding Qiu Wanhong from five directions. The sudden emergence of these five monstrous figures, dripping with malevolent energy, sent a shock of horror through Qiu Wanhong.

"No way!" she gasped.

In the current environment, with spiritual qi at an all-time low, cultivators from the Heavenly Corpse Palace had suffered a severe decline in strength as their corpse puppets were increasingly rebellious and dangerous. How could Chu Xuan summon so many Ghost Kings and Corpse Kings at once?

"Dammit…"

A deep sense of despair settled in her heart. She knew now that she had made the wrong choice.

"Devil, even if I die, I will still avenge my junior brother!"

With a roar, her eyes filled with rage and sorrow. All the puppet beasts charged toward the Ghost Kings and Corpse Kings without hesitation. Not caring for the exhaustion of her spiritual qi, she cast eight waves of dragon energy in rapid succession.

The powerful dragon energy surged forth, violently shaking the rock walls. Stones rained down, and dust filled the air, swirling through the mine passage like a storm.

Qiu Wanhong swiftly cast her escape technique, using the cover of the smoke and dust to rapidly retreat down the path she had come from. At this point, she had abandoned any hope of defeating her opponent. Her only goal now was to escape, to survive!

However, just as she thought she was about to break free from the chaos and debris, she found herself stepping right into a swirling sea of blood clouds. The blood clouds completely enveloped the entire mine passage, further suppressing her spiritual sense, making it nearly impossible to tell direction from disorientation.

In the blink of an eye, she had lost track of front, back, left, or right. Qiu Wanhong was both shocked and furious. She immediately recognized this for what it was—the Blood Cloud of the Blood Demon Flask.

"Dammit..." she cursed as she fought to suppress her panic. "Aren't you a cultivator of the Heavenly Infinite Sect? When did you also master the Great Transformation Blood Demon True Art?!"

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With a roar, she unleashed golden dragon energy, desperately trying to fend off the oncoming tidal wave of blood demons. Her two magic shields also flared with golden light, striking out with each pulse to burn and scatter the blood demons. Every time a wave of energy surged forth, dozens of blood demons screamed, their bodies igniting in flames.

But as time passed, even her magic shields, which were once so bright and sturdy, began to show signs of fatigue. The blood clouds gradually tainted them, dimming their glow.

Outside, Chu Xuan stood with his arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. The Blood Cloud from the Blood Demon Flask was relentless in its consumption of energy. If it ever ran low, he could always replenish it through zombies from Blue Star, saving his spiritual qi for other uses. After all, using this method to trap Qiu Wanhong was far more efficient than direct confrontation.

Still, Chu Xuan suspected that Qiu Wanhong wasn't done yet. Despite her current weakness, she was still a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Mad Dragon Valley. If she fell so easily, it would suggest that the Nascent Soul cultivators of the valley were seriously lacking.

Qiu Wanhong, seeing the blood cloud spread in all directions, gritted her teeth and drew a talisman from her storage bag. Pouring her spiritual qi into the talisman, it immediately flared with blinding light. Golden flames erupted from it, incinerating the surrounding blood demons. Even the blood clouds began to retreat, the nauseating smell of burning flesh filling the air.

"Golden Flame Talisman?" Chu Xuan murmured, his eyes narrowing. "This talisman is specifically designed to counter the blood clouds of the Heavenly Blood Sect. It's clear that Qiu Wanhong was waiting until now to use it."

He nodded slightly. Having cultivated the Great Transformation Blood Demon True Art, he was well aware of what could counter the blood cloud.

The Golden Flame Talisman was a creation by a talisman master from Crazy Dragon Valley, specially designed to deal with this very threat. It could not only burn away the blood cloud but also suppress any spell used by blood path cultivators. It was incredibly effective, though it required rare materials, which made it difficult to craft. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to get their hands on one.

For Qiu Wanhong to possess it was entirely understandable. As the Golden Flame Talisman burned through the blood clouds, they dissipated entirely. In that instant, Qiu Wanhong regained clarity. She immediately saw the path ahead and activated her escape technique once more, charging forward with renewed urgency.

Though the mine tunnels sprawled out in every direction, like a labyrinth, for a Nascent Soul cultivator whose soul had been tempered through the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation, having a photographic memory was one of the most basic abilities. All she needed to do was retrace her steps, and she could escape with ease.

However, once again, reality played a cruel joke on Qiu Wanhong. Just as she took a step forward, she realized, to her horror, that she had fallen right into a formation. Within the boundaries of the formation, Spiritual Qi was thrown into complete disorder, twisted and reversed in an unnatural way.

The cycles of the five elements—their mutual promotion and restraint—were in utter chaos, and in this confined space, the elements could not harmonize. Without knowing the nature of the formation, it would be impossible to break free.

Qiu Wanhong tried to activate her usual protective spells, but their power was feeble, barely sufficient to form a small golden shield barely the size of a palm, and that took up an enormous amount of Spiritual Qi.

"What kind of formation is this?!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with panic and anger.

Outside, Chu Xuan smiled faintly, a sense of calm confidence radiating from him.

"This formation is called the Reverse Chaos Formation," he explained. "I acquired it when I killed Zhao Kai of the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace."

This formation had a small radius of only about ten zhang, but it was quick to set up and had tremendous lethality.

Qiu Wanhong clearly had never encountered such a formation before, and as a result, she was completely thrown into disarray.

"Time to move," Chu Xuan murmured softly.

In the next instant, the Evil Soul Chain, like a massive black serpent, shot through the air, locking around her tightly. Before she could react, the chain had wrapped around her body, and the sound of her bones cracking and internal organs bursting filled the air.

Qiu Wanhong spat out several mouthfuls of blood, mixed with pieces of her own internal organs. She was filled with terror and despair.

"No... spare me! Please, spare my life!" she cried out desperately. "I am willing to do anything!"

The Evil Soul Chain paused, halting its deadly tightening. A figure appeared before her, and her heart sank as she saw the face. She recognized it immediately—it was Chu Xuan, the one she had believed to be Dong Qi of the Falling Sun Demon Fortress.

"You... you're not Dong Qi... you're Chu Xuan!" she gasped, her face full of disbelief.

Chu Xuan smiled calmly, unbothered by her shock. "You just said you'd do anything, didn't you?" he asked, his tone casual.

Qiu Wanhong nodded quickly, her voice trembling. "Yes, we can form a master-servant contract, as long as you spare my life..."

In her heart, she was already scheming—once he spared her, she would find a way to break the contract and take revenge later!

Chu Xuan nodded approvingly. "Alright, I'll agree to that contract."

Then, with a single slap, he struck her on the crown of her head. There was a sickening crack as her skull shattered, and in an instant, her soul was forcibly ripped out of her body.