The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 11

Chen Ge, with a sudden gesture, pointed at a middle-aged cultivator's head and cried out in alarm. "That head! I know it! It belongs to Wei Peng, ranked ninth among the inner sect disciples of the Divine Star Sect! This fellow is a master of the seventh Qi Refining level! Two of our inner sect senior brothers fell by his hand!"

Xu Ming, Wei Hua, and the others turned their gaze in that direction, only to recoil in shock.

Wei Peng, at the seventh Qi Refining level, possessed a strength far surpassing theirs. Was he now dead?

Moreover, the surrounding area showed scant evidence of combat. Clearly, these three had scarcely managed to resist before they were easily dispatched. Who could be responsible for this?

Chen Ge swallowed hard, "Could it be... I mean, is it possible that these three were killed by senior brother Chu?"

Xu Ming promptly refuted, "Impossible, Chu Xuan is merely at the fourth Qi Refining level; he could at best defeat a fifth-level cultivator. Moreover, facing three adversaries, how could he effortlessly eliminate them all? It would require at least the prowess of the eighth Qi Refining level to instantly annihilate these three."

Chen Ge, Wei Hua, and the others pondered this and also deemed it unlikely. Xu Ming exclaimed with vigor, "Let us depart, for whoever slew them has done us a great service. Once we reach safety, it will not be too late to extend our thanks to this adept."

Chen Ge, Wei Hua, and the others concurred, nodding, "Indeed, let us hasten."

The five quickened their stride and soon disappeared into the woodland.

...

Elsewhere.

Chu Xuan had long since left the Wu family estate. He did not venture into any mortal hamlets or towns, but once assured of his distance, he found a small mountain and usurped a bear's den. The den's rightful owner was courteously escorted into the stomach.

Chu Xuan stirred the Spiritual Qi, purging the cave of its impurities and foul air. He then concealed the entrance and settled down cross-legged, eagerly inspecting the fruits of his venture.

Foremost was, of course, his own storage bag. Currently, it housed the Blood Refining Array and over a hundred small spiritual stones. These stones were acquired in exchange with Chen Ge, Wei Hua, and others for thirty blood beads.

"Previously, a blood bead was priced at two small spiritual stones each, now they've risen to three. Tsk, looks like they have scant opportunities to hunt demonic beasts and mortals for refining blood beads."

Chu Xuan's gaze then drifted to the side. The lesser storage bags of these three Divine Star Sect disciples piqued his anticipation even more, for they were akin to blind boxes that might contain treasures.

He methodically opened each bag. A sparkle flashed in his eyes. The belongings in the bags of the two fifth-level Qi Refining disciples were mundane, merely containing three to four hundred small spiritual stones and the standardized magic tool granted by the Divine Star Sect.

However, the bag of the seventh-level Qi Refining disciple was far more promising, holding two medium spiritual stones and over eight hundred small spiritual stones, along with a set of the Qi Gathering Array and a Mystifying Array, both optimal for establishing a cave dwelling.

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Beyond these, Chu Xuan unexpectedly discovered something extraordinary. He hastily retrieved the item from the bag. It was a sinister, pitch-black banner, within which resided the mournful wails and cries of countless tormented souls, sending shivers down one's spine.

Chu Xuan's eyebrows rose in intrigue. The Myriad Souls Banner was a superior-grade magic tool. Typically, Qi Refining stage cultivators possessed only lower or middle-grade magic tools.

Those at the Foundation Establishment stage might acquire superior or even top-grade magic tools. It was unexpected that a disciple of the Divine Star Sect would possess a Myriad Souls Banner.

Demonic cultivators often captured gloomy souls or hunted other cultivators to extract their living souls, placing them into the Myriad Souls Banner for refinement.

Over time, these gloomy and living souls would transform into fierce ghosts—more ferocious, more terrifying. Once unleashed, the Myriad Souls Banner would release thousands of these fierce ghosts, surging like a tidal wave.