The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

At the Black Blade Security Company, beneath a modest three-story building, Wang Yong arrived yet again. The burly guard stopped him as usual.

Wang Yong shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother! I have something critical to tell you—a matter of great importance!"

From the upper floor, curses and complaints rained down. "Damn it! Wang Yong, just because you're my cousin doesn't mean I have to give you face. You've already interrupted my work twice!"

Wang Gangjian poked his head out from the window, his face flushed with anger as if his arduous efforts had been abruptly disrupted. Wang Yong bellowed, "It's about the high-level zombies!"

"Then come up," Wang Gangjian snapped.

Moments later, Wang Yong was sitting across from Wang Gangjian. "Bro, why are you still battling the Giant King? You're so unskilled; just quit it and stop wasting time," Wang Yong said, half-heartedly.

Wang Gangjian snorted, "One more try; I can definitely defeat him." With that, he plunged back into his intense focus, enduring his virtual struggles.

Wang Yong sighed lightly, "Let me play for you while you listen to me, okay?"

Wang Gangjian scoffed, "If you can beat him in one go, I'll stop."

Taking the controller, Wang Yong navigated his character through the halls, charging to the Giant King's throne. He snatched the greatsword leaning against it and struck fiercely. After several blows, the Giant King fell to the ground, defeated with a few more strikes.

Setting down the controller, he looked into Wang Gangjian's eyes, "Now, will you listen to me?"

Wang Gangjian stared in disbelief, "How did you do that? Why was that sword so powerful?"

"Will you listen to me now!" Wang Yong roared.

Wang Gangjian grimaced, "Fine, go ahead."

Wang Yong recounted his experience at the Haotai Hotel without missing a detail, his expression grave.

"Really? You saw two high-level zombies?" Wang Gangjian's expression grew serious.

"Absolutely. That stature, those eyes—no ordinary zombie could possess them," Wang Yong replied with equal seriousness. At that moment, having caught the gaze of the high-level zombie, he had felt his blood nearly freeze in his veins. If not for the van speeding away in time, he might have already become food for the high-level zombie.

"This is indeed critical. We should avoid that area from now on," Wang Gangjian said solemnly.

"What if those high-level zombies break out? We can't just sit around and wait to die," Wang Yong stated gravely.

"Of course not. We'll have to ask for assistance from the Linjiang Army and have them send some Superhumans over," Wang Gangjian nodded.

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Wang Yong breathed a sigh of relief, "Good you have a plan, bro. You'll need to make the contact since you were discharged from the Linjiang Army. Our words won't carry much weight."

Wang Gangjian nodded, "Leave it to me; you don't need to worry."

...

Five days later, at the Haotai Hotel, Chu Xuan exhaled and finished his cultivation session. Now, only nine of the large blood beads remained in his possession, the rest having been absorbed. He sensed his dantian, the repository of a cultivator's Spiritual Qi located in the lower abdomen, swelling slightly and decided to cease his practice.

"Hm? Is there a disturbance?"

Chu Xuan suddenly heard a noise emanating from the bathtub. He swiftly walked over and immediately saw a colossal corpse puppet clambering out of the tub.

Having absorbed the contents of two full bathtubs of corpse refining elixir, its stature had significantly increased, reaching a height of nearly eight feet. Its body was covered in bulging muscles and protruding veins, pulsing with immense strength, resembling a statue of a muscle-bound warrior. Fine white bone armor had grown over its chest, back, and joints.

More astonishingly, in its left hand it wielded a bone shield, and in its right, a bone spear—both wrapped in a ghastly pale glow, clearly not ordinary artifacts.

Chu Xuan was somewhat taken aback; this corpse puppet was naturally equipped with magical tools!

With a roar, the corpse puppet bellowed to the heavens, as if celebrating its rebirth. The other newly emerged corpse puppets around trembled, prostrating themselves on the ground, not daring to raise their heads. Daho and Erho were so frightened they urinated themselves, while only Hu and Bao managed to withstand the formidable aura.

Chu Xuan stood before the corpse puppet, his gaze cold and steady. The corpse returned his gaze. After a moment, it respectfully knelt down, growling softly in a show of homage to its master.

With a casual gesture, Chu Xuan summoned the corpse into his Corpse Nurturing Tower. A streak of black light enveloped the corpse. "High quality talent! Level Seven Corpse Soldier!"

Chu Xuan's eyes brightened. The innate potential of this corpse far exceeded his expectations. Born with high qualities and already at the level of a Level Seven Corpse Soldier, it was comparable to a seventh level Qi Refining cultivator!

"Let's see what spells you possess."

Chu Xuan cast an identification spell again. "Golden Light, Divine Strength, Corpse Howl."

He raised his eyebrows in approval.

The Golden Light, which Hu also possesses, serves to enhance defenses. The Divine Strength, on the other hand, bolsters one's physical power.

However, the Corpse Howl genuinely surprised him, as it is considered one of the best innate skills a corpse soldier could acquire. Upon being activated, it deals a severe blow to the spirits of all nearby enemies while simultaneously bolstering the corpse puppet itself, greatly enhancing its aggressive impulses.

A corpse puppet with the Corpse Howl is undeniably a leader among its kind. As long as they are alive, the surrounding corpse puppets will continue to fight fervently until death.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent!" Chu Xuan praised thrice, his eyes brimming with satisfaction as he gazed upon the corpse puppet. "It's time to give you a name. What shall it be?"

"You were once called Zhao Hong. Zhao, a prominent surname. Hong, symbolizing vastness and strength. Ah, blending the deeper meanings of both, let's call you Long!" Chu Xuan nodded in approval.

With a resonant roar, Long accepted its new name.

"Long, Hu, go out and hunt on your own. Hu, teach Long the rules—what to do and what not to do." Chu Xuan instructed.

Both Long and Hu roared in acknowledgment, then leaped away, disappearing between the skyscrapers.

Afterward, Chu Xuan stored Bao and the other six corpse puppets back into the Corpse Nurturing Tower. The dense Yin Qi inside the tower is highly beneficial to corpse puppets, which require not only flesh and blood but also a significant amount of Yin Qi to thrive.

Having completed these tasks, Chu Xuan resumed his cultivation. He planned to elevate his cultivation to the ninth level of Qi Refining before returning to the Mystic Azure Realm.

With so many corpse puppets under his command and the newly transformed Blood Steel Wire, his power would undoubtedly be the strongest below the Foundation Establishment stage, unthreatened by ordinary Qi Refining cultivators.

Upon returning to the Mystic Azure Realm, he would only need to gather some spiritual herbs and medicines to begin his assault on the Foundation Establishment stage!