The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: My Cultivation of Merit Is Just a Bit More Than His

"Still no token..."

Chu Xuan stored the headless corpse within the tower. The storage bag also fell into his hands.

However, after a thorough search, he found no token inside the storage bag of this disciple from the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace.

He had already slain three Foundation Establishment disciples of the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace.

Yet, not a single token was obtained.

Whose possession was the token in?

Chu Xuan pondered briefly, suspecting that the tokens might be held by the confidants of those three middle-aged men, the Golden Core cultivators.

From his waistband, the voice of Wan Wuying emanated from the transmission jade.

"I still haven't managed to get the token, have you?"

Chu Xuan replied, "I haven't either."

"It seems we must make a move on the Golden Core cultivators."

"They surely have ways to contact the Nascent Soul cultivators. We must act swiftly and decisively, giving them no chance to retaliate."

Neither had made an immediate move against the Golden Core cultivators of the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace.

After all, they were cultivators of the same realm. And from the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace no less. Their strength was undoubtedly formidable.

Should they encounter a tough opponent and fail to subdue them swiftly, they might instead find themselves ensnared in a tight encirclement, complicating matters significantly.

But now, for the sake of the token to the extraterritorial battlefield, they must take the risk!

Wan Wuying spoke softly, "I've spotted a Golden Core cultivator from the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace. Come to me."

Chu Xuan immediately steered the Imperial Sky Mirror, flying low.

Before long, the two of them encountered a Golden Core cultivator from the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace, currently engaged in a fierce battle with a Hundred Refinements Sect's Golden Core cultivator, whose body had been invaded by a fierce spirit.

Judging by the battle, victory seemed imminent.

Wan Wuying said in a deep tone, "I'll serve as the bait, you make the move."

Chu Xuan nodded, "Alright."

Wan Wuying concealed his aura, suppressing it to the mere initial stage of Golden Core, and madly dashed towards the battlefield.

His act was convincing.

As if his mind, too, had been invaded by a fierce spirit.

Chu Xuan secretly scoffed, Wan Wuying's act was so believable—could it be that he had similar experiences before?

With a splash, Han Xiong dispatched the demon-possessed cultivator before him, extracting his soul with a secret technique of the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace.

Upon close inspection, he found nothing unusual and discarded it to the side. Clearly, this man did not harbor the Nascent Soul of Shang Tianjue. He had mistaken his target.

Securing Shang Tianjue's fragmented Nascent Soul would indeed be a significant accomplishment. Han Xiong was merely a trusted cultivator under the third disciple of the Spirit Feather True Master. To that Nascent Soul cultivator, he was but a tool, needing to achieve a great feat to be nurtured further.

Thus, Han Xiong had been relentlessly pursuing those cultivators whose bodies had been invaded by fierce spirits, sparing none.

"Hmm? Another one?"

Han Xiong turned toward a frenzied cultivator charging at him from a distance and immediately drew his sword to strike.

However, upon contact, he realized something was amiss. The man's eyes suddenly cleared, and with a single-handed seal, he blasted out a rugged ghost claw aiming to capture him!

Simultaneously, Han Xiong felt a murderous intent erupt from behind. He had unwittingly found himself sandwiched between two Golden Core cultivators!

"Heh, two demon cultivators daring to stir the waters?" Han Xiong sneered, his annoyance turning into pleasure.

Did they really think a Golden Core cultivator of the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace was akin to an ordinary one?

Slaying these two Golden Core cultivators and seizing their storage bags would net him a tidy profit.

"Scatter!"

Han Xiong roared, and a burst of meritorious golden light exploded from behind his head. The rugged ghost claw hadn't even fully closed before it was blasted away, dissipating much of its ghostly energy.

The ghost claw that eventually fell was instantly shattered by Han Xiong.

Han Xiong scoffed, "Let's see if you dare kill me!"

Wan Wuying's gaze sharpened.

Meritorious golden light! And so intensely concentrated!

It could only be achieved by saving tens of thousands of mortals! No wonder Han Xiong was undaunted by their ambush. Demonic cultivators dreaded such individuals the most.