The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Stop hiding. Come out.

Mystic Ice Island, the Ice Point Sect.

Compared to the mighty forces of Myriad Islands Lake, such as the Dragon Fish Sect and the Curio Alliance, which boast three or more Golden Core cultivators, the Ice Point Sect is merely a minor faction harboring a False Core cultivator.

The so-called False Core represents a somewhat awkward realm. Some Foundation Establishment cultivators, recognizing their mediocre aptitude or facing the twilight of their lifespan—or perhaps those grievously injured, their foundations compromised—find themselves unable to form a true Golden Core. In desperation, they either rely on secret techniques or the aid of a Golden Core cultivator to forcibly condense a False Core.

A False Core cultivator surpasses a ninth-level Foundation Builder by a significant margin, yet does not compare to a true Golden Core. Moreover, obtaining a False Core does not extend one's lifespan.

Most crucially, once a False Core is formed, the cultivator can never hope to condense a Golden Core. Due to these limitations, many Golden Core cultivators hold False Core cultivators in disdain.

The Ice Point Sect, led by such False Core cultivators, is one such minor sect. It is said that the Ice Point Sect possesses a secret technique that guarantees the formation of a False Core.

Any member who surpasses the age of one hundred can easily condense a False Core, ensuring that the sect always has more than five such cultivators. It is by this strength that the Ice Point Sect manages to eke out an existence and stubbornly survive in Myriad Islands Lake.

However, now, the Ice Point Sect has been reduced to ruins. All five False Core cultivators were slain by the nefarious Black Heart Old Devil, who harvested and consumed their False Cores. As for the Foundation Establishment cultivators and Qi Refining disciples, they either perished or fled.

"The taste of a False Core really doesn't compare to a Golden Core; it's not pleasant at all," Ouyang Zheng coldly snorted, ready to leave.

Yet, he noticed a figure standing on the lake, a hundred zhang away, observing him with great interest. Ouyang Zheng was startled—his spiritual sense had failed to detect the other's approach!

Who was this person?

With a light step on the lake surface, the figure rapidly approached, soon standing face to face with Ouyang Zheng. Recognizing the man, Ouyang Zheng's heart skipped a beat.

It was indeed He Liang, the Black Heart Old Devil!

It seemed his own actions, taken under the guise of the Black Heart Old Devil, had indeed alerted the genuine article.

However, remembering the vial of poison given to him by the cloaked figure, specifically meant to harm body cultivators, Ouyang Zheng's mind steadied somewhat.

Fully aware of your moves, what do you have to compete with me? Even you, the real Black Heart Old Devil, shall fall today!

"You are who, seeking death as well?" Ouyang Zheng sneered, his voice low and hoarse.

Chu Xuan responded with a light chuckle, "I was merely curious to see who dared misuse my name so recklessly."

'So it was just a minor player from Myriad Islands Lake.'

With his mastery in the art of disguise, he immediately saw through the other's fa?ade.

Beneath the guise of "He Liang" was another face, one Chu Xuan had already seen through the spiritual jade slip provided by Yuan Zichu.

The Hundred Refinements Sect's ability to gather intelligence was unparalleled.

The appearances, backgrounds, and signature techniques of all Golden Core cultivators in Myriad Islands Lake, whether seasoned or newly ascended, had been thoroughly documented by the sect.

Chu Xuan instantly recognized this man as Ouyang Zheng, the leader of the Righteous Dao Sect.

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The Righteous Dao Sect and the Ouyang family had not been destroyed by him, yet the deed had been accredited to him.

It appears that Ouyang Zheng himself had orchestrated the demise of his own kin and disciples, yet laid the blame at Chu Xuan's feet.

Truly detestable!

And to think, he didn't even leave the corpses of the cultivators for him.

"Nonsense, you deserve death!"

Angered, Ouyang Zheng made his move. He charged forward, thrusting his long spear with explosive force.

Chu Xuan, surprised, noted that this man was also a body cultivator. No wonder he could replace him.

"The physique of a body cultivator, plump and juicy, perfect for nourishing corpse puppets."