The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 358

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." _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

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.

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.