The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

The resonant voice from outside the grand formation of Black Dragon Mountain penetrated without hindrance. It spread across the entire mountain, where the few disciples resided.

At this moment, no matter where they were, they all lifted their heads to hear the voice clearly. They had heard this voice twice before, and now, it was the third time.

The disciples all wanted to know how the sect leader and the deputy sect leader would handle this. If the leaders of Black Dragon Mountain could not resolve this matter, it would demonstrate their inadequacy.

Naturally, the disciples would then leave the sect to seek guidance elsewhere.

Inside the Council Hall, Song Junjie and Qian Tang remained silent and motionless, heads bowed like sullen gourds.

Chu Xuan displayed a faint smile. He took out the Corpse Nurturing Tower and casually waved his hand, "Hu, go and kill him."

"Yes."

A burly, dark-skinned giant swiftly swept past Song Junjie and Qian Tang. A chilling gust made their scalps tingle, as they felt the menace of death.

The two exchanged glances, each seeing the fear reflected in the other's eyes. Within just a few breaths, screams echoed from outside followed by another gust of bloody wind.

Hu tossed a blood-stained head at Chu Xuan's feet. The headless body was tucked casually under his arm, being gnawed on indifferently.

Crunch, crunch—the disturbing sound of chewing filled the Council Hall.

Song Junjie and Qian Tang stared at the head, swallowing hard as they observed the lingering emotions of unwillingness and shock.

Thump.

Qian Tang knelt down immediately, utterly terrified, "Master, this man was a cultivator from the True Martial Sect. Killing him will surely provoke the wrath of the two Golden Core elders from the True Martial Sect. Master, you must flee at once! We will stay behind to cover your retreat and buy you time!"

Song Junjie also knelt down, "Master! I should not have harbored any testing intentions. Please punish me!"

He had realized it now. Chu Xuan dared to kill a cultivator from the True Martial Sect because he must have something to rely on. Now, apart from bowing his head and admitting his mistake, he had no other choice.

Chu Xuan smiled faintly, pointing at Song Junjie, "Smart. Otherwise, you would be the next one I'd kill."

Song Junjie breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a cold sweat break out on his back and front.

Qian Tang uttered a sound of confusion, still not understanding the situation. After a long moment, he finally murmured softly, "Master, what do you plan to do? We are willing to die for you."

Chu Xuan scoffed, "You two are still useful; no need for you to die. Stay here; I'll be back soon."

With that, his figure swept out like a violent wind.

Hu, having already devoured the Foundation Establishment cultivator completely, immediately followed him.

Now, only Song Junjie and Qian Tang were left in the grand hall.

Thump.

Qian Tang collapsed onto the floor, nearly scared to death.

"Brother Song..."

Qian Tang was smiling now, but his smile was uglier than bitterness itself.

Song Junjie sighed deeply, "I've never been able to rid myself of the Gu in my body, unable to break free from him. At this point, we're firmly tied to him. Whether we live or die depends entirely on him."

Qian Tang said gravely, "Should we inform the two Golden Core elders from True Martial Sect ahead of time?"

Song Junjie shook his head, his eyes flashing, "No, although I don't know what he's relying on, he's certainly not afraid of those two Golden Core elders."

Qian Tang was shocked, "Not afraid of Golden Core?"

Song Junjie nodded, "We can only wait."

Qian Tang's face fell, "Let's wait then... just wait..."

...

As night deepened.

True Martial Sect, Council Hall.

Two Golden Core cultivators sat opposite each other, sharing a smile. Their names were Shangguan Feng and Zhang Wei, formerly Golden Core elders of the Divine Star Sect and Imperial Spirit Mountain, respectively. They were not of high realm, which was why they had escaped a catastrophe.

After much wandering, they arrived at the Hundred Sects Alliance, and with the might of Golden Core, they forced the former sect leaders to abdicate, themselves taking over as sect leader and deputy sect leader, wielding power as they pleased.

Shangguan Feng burst into hearty laughter, "Brother Zhang! We've made quite a fortune this time! Just from the tributes from the minor sects, we've collected over two thousand medium spiritual stones! And even more small spiritual stones, as many as fifty thousand!"

Zhang Wei also laughed heartily, "I suspect these minor sects still have some resources left. Before the two major sects start their moves, let's skim a little more and make a run for it!"

Shangguan Feng nodded repeatedly, "Exactly! Banding together to resist the major sects' absorption, do you believe that?"

Zhang Wei laughed loudly, "I don't believe it."

Shangguan Feng laughed even louder, "Neither do I, anyone who believes that is a fool. But they must believe it because they are Foundation Establishment, and we are Golden Core!"

The two exchanged a glance and burst into laughter again, their mirth resounding freely. After a good laugh, Shangguan Feng finally said, "Brother Zhang, your realm is lower than mine, and you are younger.

I, as your elder brother, have always looked out for you, so I should take more spiritual stones, don't you think? Let's do this: from the treasures collected this time, you take thirty percent, and I'll take seventy percent."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei's smile instantly stiffened.

"Brother Shangguan, that's a bit unkind," he protested. "My realm might be slightly lower and I might be younger, but my strength is not weak. Didn't I step in to handle the early-stage Golden Core demonic beast that appeared near our sect recently? You only got some minor injuries because of my actions. If I hadn't arrived in time, you might have been seriously hurt!"

Shangguan Feng's smile also froze.

"Brother Zhang, that's not how you say it. We must prioritize our roles in the distribution of treasures. I am the sect leader, and you are the deputy. That means I get more and you get less."

Zhang Wei grew annoyed, "No, no, no..."

In the blink of an eye, the two began to argue. Suddenly, a laugh echoed unexpectedly in the council hall.

"It is clearly mine, yet what purpose does your struggle serve?"

This voice startled them both. They abruptly turned towards the entrance of the hall.

Under the moonlight, a dark figure stood there. The two were greatly alarmed. They had been too heated in their argument over the spoils to notice someone approaching—an oversight that was astonishing!

Shangguan Feng shouted, "Who dares to enter the True Martial Sect's Council Hall!"

Zhang Wei scoffed, "Why waste words? Kill him first!"

Anyone who could enter the council hall so silently must be a Golden Core cultivator of their level. No need to talk. Just act.

Kill and take the treasure; wasn't that the convenient solution?

Swoosh!

Shangguan Feng formed a sword gesture, and three sword lights, swirling with water currents, screamed toward the vital points.

Zhang Wei clenched his fist, sending a massive earthen hand smashing toward the shadow!

They attacked with full force, giving no quarter.

"Just the practice I needed," Chu Xuan chuckled.

He stomped the ground fiercely, his body shooting forward like a cannonball!

Crack!

The oncoming sword lights shattered upon impact. With a loud crash, the earthen hand also burst apart.

In an instant, Chu Xuan's fist landed squarely on Shangguan Feng's head. The tremendous force exploded in that moment, like a giant elephant's crushing stomp.

With a gruesome squelch, the head was pulverized instantly.