The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282 - Neither Speaks a Single Truth

In Northern Cold, at Golden Thunder Mountain, once the stronghold of the Golden Thunder Sect of the Jin Kingdom, the landscape had changed dramatically. After the collapse of the Northern Cold Righteous Alliance, the Golden Thunder Sect had been swept away by the demonic sects.

As for the mortal realm of the Jin Kingdom, it had been annexed by the Wu Kingdom. Now, the mortal world of Northern Cold was under the rule of the Wu Kingdom, while the cultivation world was dominated by the Corpse Yin Sect and the Myriad Souls Sect.

However, the sudden appearance of two Nascent Soul cultivators in Northern Cold disrupted this clear structure. This time, Wan Hun brought Chu Xuan, Bai Jinkun, and Wan Wuying to Golden Thunder Mountain.

A figure had been waiting in the air above Golden Thunder Mountain. Seeing them, he saluted from afar, calling out, "Ji Wei greets fellow daoist Wan Hun."

Myriad Souls Elder laughed heartily, "I've heard from fellow daoist Zheng that fellow daoist Ji Wei is a sight to behold—truly, seeing is believing."

The man chuckled lightly, "You flatter me, let us speak inside. Fellow daoist Zheng also mentioned your expertise in the art of ghost cultivation, a subject I find quite intriguing. I must seek your advice on another day."

Wan Hun's expression remained unchanged, "That would be most welcome."

Chu Xuan watched the two and smirked internally. In just a few sentences, they had already engaged in a verbal probe.

"This man's skill in disguise is quite good, half as good as mine," thought Chu Xuan. His gaze casually swept over Ji Wei. He had seen through Ji Wei's disguise and recognized his true identity. It was Wei Ji, a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace.

"How has Wei Ji come to Northern Cold?" Chu Xuan wondered. "And could the other Nascent Soul cultivator also be from the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace?" Chu Xuan's mind was abuzz with thoughts, but he revealed nothing. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

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Atop Golden Thunder Mountain, within the grand hall, Wei Ji and Wan Hun sat facing each other. Chu Xuan, Bai Jinkun, and Wan Wuying sat below them. Wei Ji clapped his hands, and a wooden puppet immediately came forward to serve tea.

Wan Hun exclaimed, "Fellow daoist Ji's puppetry is truly remarkable. I've seen others' puppets that move awkwardly, but your puppet moves as if it were alive, showing no sign of inconvenience."

Wei Ji smiled, "Naturally, for it contains the soul of a cultivator."

Wan Hun was startled, then burst into laughter, "Excellent! Fellow daoist Ji is truly a kindred spirit."

Wei Ji merely smiled lightly. The two conversed for a long time. During the conversation, Wan Hun introduced his three Golden Core disciples to Wei Ji. Wei Ji's gaze swept over Chu Xuan and the others but noticed nothing amiss, paying them little mind.

After a while, Myriad Souls Elder suddenly asked, "From whence do you hail, fellow daoist Ji? What brings you to Northern Cold?"

Wei Ji sighed deeply, "Who would choose to come to a land of strangers if they had other options? I am but a mere first-level Nascent Soul cultivator, and my coming to Northern Cold was out of sheer necessity. I implore fellow daoists Wan and Zheng not to ostracize me..."

Then he spun a convoluted tale. Essentially, he claimed to have fled from the Eastern Border due to betrayal by his sect mates and had chosen Golden Thunder Mountain as his refuge due to its favorable location. His story was so tortuous and heart-wrenching that it seemed designed to pull at the heartstrings.

After listening, Wan Hun sighed deeply, "Your senior brother is truly despicable! I, too, have endured such tragedies in the past." He then recounted his own tumultuous and tear-jerking story.

Chu Xuan, Bai Jinkun, and Wan Wuying struggled to stay awake through the exchange. All being centuries-old foxes, they found these ghost stories tedious.

Much later, Wan Hun asked, "Would you be willing to join our Northern Cold Demonic Sect, fellow daoist Ji?"

Bai Jinkun was taken aback, "Then why did you exchange stories with them?"

Wan Hun scoffed, "Speak human words to humans, ghost words to ghosts; isn't that a necessary tactic for us demon cultivators? Kun'er, you still have much to learn."

Bai Jinkun gave a wry smile and fell silent.

"Master, have you noticed anything?"

Wan Hun secretly transmitted his voice to Chu Xuan, ensuring Bai Jinkun and Wan Wuying couldn't hear.

Chu Xuan pondered for a moment before replying, "Both of their strengths are formidable, not merely at the first layer of the Nascent Soul stage as they appear. You must be cautious when dealing with them."

Wan Hun was shocked. He hadn't noticed their concealed strength. Fortunately, Chu Xuan's warning might save him from a disaster in the future. "Thank you, Master," Wan Hun replied respectfully.

"Think nothing of it. Let's return to the Yin Soul Mountain Range; no need to dwell on this," Chu Xuan replied casually.

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At Black Devil Peak, Chu Xuan continued his cultivation, waiting. He was waiting for Wei Ji and the others to make their move. Sure enough, less than a month later, Wan Hun sent him a message.

"Master, Ji Wei, and Shui Ruoliu just met and started fighting immediately. Ji Wei even severed one of Shui Ruoliu's arms! It turns out these two were mortal enemies from the past. Had Zheng Ji not intervened, they might have fought to the death, once again destabilizing Northern Cold's situation. Zheng Ji and I have decided to invite them to the Myriad Souls Sect and mediate their conflict under the guise of reconciliation, planning to control their minds while they are off guard. What are your thoughts, Master?"