The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160: When Demon Paths Cross, Betrayal Comes

On Fierce Wind Island, three figures arrived one after the other. Their sects and families had been annihilated, and now they gathered on this island, where the spiritual Qi was sparse, to discuss their dire situation.

The bearded cultivator, Yao Hui, was the first to speak, his voice filled with frustration. "Myriad Islands Lake has reached a precarious point. The Hundred Refinements' demonic cultivators are so aggressively oppressive! Do they intend to dominate the Southern Wilderness entirely?"

The elderly cultivator, named Lu Qingsong, spoke with a heavy tone, "Alas... Myriad Islands Lake only ever had two Nascent Soul ancestors. One has already fallen to that Miao Zizai and the other is still in secluded meditation..."

"With the current state of affairs, my friends, I think we should flee. The world is vast; why hang ourselves in this noose when we can preserve our lives and roam freely?"

Yao Hui frowned, "Flee... I can't bear it. I've left over three hundred years of foundation here; I cannot let go..."

The young cultivator who had remained silent until now suddenly burst out angrily, "I also want to flee, but I can't bear it! That Black Heart Old Devil massacred my family and destroyed my sect! If I don't kill him, I'll never be at peace!"

His name was Ouyang Zheng. At forty-nine, he had condensed his Golden Core, making him one of the outstanding Golden Core cultivators in Myriad Islands Lake.

Recently, his family and the sect he founded, the "Righteous Dao Faction," had been annihilated by the Black Heart Old Devil.

Among the three, Ouyang Zheng had suffered the most. Yao Hui and Lu Qingsong glanced at him and then lowered their heads. They were older and could let go of their vendetta and flee.

But Ouyang Zheng was still strong and likely to advance to the mid or even late Golden Core stage. If he retreated now, he might develop a heart demon that would hinder his cultivation in the future.

Lu Qingsong whispered, "Brother Ouyang, what do you plan to do? Before we leave, we'll help you one last time."

Yao Hui nodded in agreement. The three had a close private relationship. Since Ouyang Zheng was set on revenge, they would help as much as they could.

Ouyang Zheng suddenly looked at them, "A friend passed on a demonic technique to me that can absorb Golden Cores to quickly enhance one's power. If you truly want to help, why not help me thoroughly and give your Golden Cores to me?"

Yao Hui and Lu Qingsong were shaken, instinctively feeling uneasy.

"Ouyang Zheng, have you gone mad?" Lu Qingsong tried to activate his defensive magic treasure subconsciously, only to find his spiritual sense and Qi extremely sluggish, making it impossible to activate his defenses.

Yao Hui immediately thought of escaping but found his legs unbearably heavy, as if they were filled with lead, unable to move.

Yao Hui, in a fit of rage, roared, "We are all cultivators of Myriad Islands Lake, and yet you attack us like this! How are you any different from that Black Heart Old Devil who destroyed your family and sect?"

At this moment, the sorrowful expression on Ouyang Zheng's face vanished, replaced by a sinister sneer. "My family, I killed them. My sect, I destroyed it. Sometimes I am Ouyang Zheng; sometimes, I am the Black Heart Old Devil!"

Yao Hui and Lu Qingsong's eyes widened in horror. They had never imagined that Ouyang Zheng could bring himself to harm his own kin to such an extent. This was ruthlessness beyond measure, actions unthinkable for a righteous cultivator.

"Both of you, I need your help to advance my cultivation!" Ouyang Zheng declared with a cruel laugh as he lunged at Yao Hui and Lu Qingsong.

Screams echoed through the chamber, soon followed by the chilling sound of greedy chewing.

Moments later, Ouyang Zheng emerged from the chamber. Waiting outside was a figure cloaked in a black robe.

Ouyang Zheng tossed two storage bags to the figure. A gnarled, purple-black hand, wrinkled and rough, reached out and swiftly grabbed the bags. Ouyang Zheng dared only to glance briefly, his eyes filled with wariness.

A raspy, aged voice came from beneath the cloak, "Good. According to our agreement, within five days, use the identity of the Black Heart Old Devil to eliminate the Ice Point Sect."

Ouyang Zheng frowned, "I have already alerted He Liang. Acting again so soon might draw him directly to me."

The cloaked figure chuckled eerily, "Are you afraid of him? You have consumed two Golden Cores; your power must have surged tremendously. He Liang is merely a body cultivator, what is there to fear?"