The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186: Eighth level of the Golden Core

Chu Xuan let out a long sigh. A ghost king comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator, and it could only bark! It was utterly absurd.

"From now on, you are not allowed to speak when we're out," Chu Xuan warned. Four Armed whined pitifully and shrank to one side.

"Two Armed, I leave this place to you. If anyone dares to approach the Yellow Springs Soul Refining Array, no need for talk, just cut them down," Chu Xuan casually ordered.

"Dad, rest assured!" Two Armed nodded emphatically.

Chu Xuan nodded slightly, retracted the Heaven-Blocking Umbrella, and took Four Armed back inside.

Back on Blue Star, he threw a few more small spiritual stones into the Psionic Cube to reactivate the Psionic Transmission Matrix.

Soon, the detached soul merged back into his body. After a brief period of adjustment, they were unified once more.

"Any changes on Blue Star?"

Chu Xuan strode out of the array and returned to Haotai Hotel. Information gathered from various parts of Blue Star by Black Blade was typically delivered here by a dedicated team, usually consisting of Wang Gangjian, Wang Yong, Tang Jinchuan, and Song Dayi, the core four.

Chu Xuan had not checked in a while, and the accumulated reports had formed a small mountain.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, the pages flew up, hovering in mid-air. Chu Xuan read through several years' worth of updates in quick succession. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

"Wang Ganjian, Wang Yong, Tang Jinchuan, and Song Dayi are all quite old now. If not for the Psionic enhancements extending their lives, they probably would have passed away long ago," he thought. "The main operations of Black Blade must have already been handed over to a new generation of Superhumans by now."

Chu Xuan felt a wave of sentiment. A year on Mystic Azure Star meant ten years had passed here.

The lifespan of ordinary humans could not compare to that of cultivators. Birth, aging, sickness, and death were just the natural order.

With these thoughts in mind, Chu Xuan flashed toward Black Blade's headquarters.

After employing his Turtle Breathing Technique, he moved among the crowds, invisible to all. People instinctively made way for him, unaware of his presence.

Chu Xuan, having returned to Black Blade's headquarters unimpeded after many years, found it transformed into a tightly secured complex of buildings including training rooms, offices, practice fields, cafeterias, and dormitories.

Black cannons stood guard outside the gates, ready to tear apart any approaching enemies. To many, Black Blade was a formidable force backed by an immortal, exuding majesty and power that fit their expectations of a celestial's subordinates.

"Is that three-story building still around?" Chu Xuan wondered with interest.

Chu Xuan's expression turned peculiar. His spiritual sense had already detected that Wang Gangjian was engrossed in a video game, joystick in hand.

As for Wang Yong, Tang Jinchuan, and Song Dayi, they had become bona fide fishermen, clearly disdainful of joining in Wang Gangjian's frivolities.

Song Dayi earnestly advised, "Fishing is hard, Old Tang, Xiao Yong, you two are beginners, it's normal not to catch anything. Don't be discouraged. Even if you can't catch fish, you might catch something else."

"Look, I've caught a zombie." With a kick, he sent the zombie that had bitten onto his hook back into the water.

Wang Yong, puzzled, remarked, "Is fishing really that difficult?"