The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 381

That day, Chu Xuan met with Shang Xingchen and Wei Ji. Shang Xingchen brought several unsettling pieces of news. The first was that the tree roots had become even more numerous.

At first, they had only appeared around the city, but now they were visible everywhere. Although the newly sprouted roots were still weak, they grew at an astonishing rate. In just a day or two of neglect, they would become incredibly tough. Even the spells of Nascent Soul cultivators could not harm them in the slightest. The second piece of news was even more disturbing: these roots had begun to control corpses.

"I specifically brought one with me," Shang Xingchen said gravely, tossing something onto the ground.

Chu Xuan focused on it.

It was pitch black, small in size, and covered in scales—Nether Crocodile. However, this Nether Crocodile had a massive sword wound across its waist, splitting its body clean in two. Yet now, a thin root had begun to wriggle through the cut, sewing the two halves back together like a fine thread.

The dead Nether Crocodile stood again, revived by the roots. Its aggression was even fiercer than before. No sooner had it landed than it lunged viciously at Wei Ji.

Shang Xingchen was prepared. With a sharp pull of his chain, he tightly bound the strange creature.

"This is what other cultivators have seen too," Shang Xingchen said in a low voice. "They call these creatures 'Wood Corpses.' These Wood Corpses are highly aggressive, far surpassing ancient beasts in their bloodlust. They attack without hesitation, showing no fear of anyone."

Chu Xuan nodded slightly.

This must be the work of the Taotie Tree controlling the corpses. Its purpose… perhaps to use these Wood Corpses to absorb more nutrients.

The Nether Crocodile, now under the control of the Taotie Tree, had only the strength of a Golden Core cultivator in its resurrected form. But as time passed, its power might grow stronger.

Shang Xingchen raised three fingers and spoke somberly. "The third piece of news: Heaven-Three City has vanished, and a pitch-black palace now stands in its place."

Wei Ji added, "We went to observe from a distance. The palace exudes a sinister aura—its presence is unmistakably linked to the demonic path."

Chu Xuan's mind wandered as he considered their words. Recalling the events in Heaven-Three City, a sense of lingering dread filled him. He had no doubt that this sudden appearance of the Dark Palace was connected to the old monster.

Wei Ji couldn't help but mutter, "That Dark Palace—it's clearly the work of a demonic giant. If we could find something inside…"

He displayed a look of longing.

The treasures left behind by demonic giants—be it techniques, secret arts, pills, talismans, or magic treasures—were all invaluable. Even the inheritance of the demonic path itself was a rare and precious find. How could he not be excited?

However, Shang Xingchen did not lose his composure. Even if there were treasures, one still needed the life to claim them. When the Nether Dao Sect's Ghost Palace emerged, his elder brother, Shang Tianjue, had used this very tactic to absorb the souls and flesh of countless cultivators. As someone who had been through it, he would not rashly venture into an unknown place. Who knew whether they were walking into a treasure trove brimming with riches, or a blood-soaked mouth waiting to devour the unwary?

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"So, what about it, Sect Master? Will you go?" Wei Ji asked eagerly.

Chu Xuan shook his head. "I'm not skilled in combat spells. I won't be going."

Wei Ji was taken aback.

It's fine to lie to your buddies, but don't lie to yourself!

He couldn't help but ask again, "Really not going?"

Chu Xuan replied firmly, "Not going. I truly am not good at fighting."

Wei Ji's expression tightened in disbelief.

If you're not good at combat spells, what does that make me? Should I just find a rock and bash my head into it?