The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198: My Virtue is Immense

Moments later, Bai Changyuan's eyes bulged grotesquely like those of a goldfish, and he died, blood streaming from all his orifices.

Qin Huan's chest was pierced by Miaoxin's fist, blood pouring out like a fountain. Clutching at Miaoxin's fist, blood spewed from his mouth as he gasped, "Monks of the Celestial Sound Zen Temple... why... do you also harbor ghosts..."

Miaoxin casually tore off Qin Huan's arm, his expression unchanging, "I am not harboring ghosts; I am liberating them. If I do not, demonic cultivators will eventually discover this being and capture it, and a formidable demon would then arise in this world. My actions are righteous and meritorious."

Thud.

Qin Huan's lifeless body hit the ground, and his soul was cleanly devoured by the ghost infant cultivated by Miaoxin.

"Return," Miaoxin commanded casually.

The ferocious ghost infant seemed eager to consume more, almost as if it wanted to break free from his control.

Miaoxin's brows furrowed as he murmured an incantation under his breath. The ghost infant immediately began to squeal miserably, but ultimately, it obediently returned to his sleeve.

"Good child, there will be more souls for you to consume shortly, be patient," Miaoxin said, his rough fingers gently caressing the ghost infant's head.

Suddenly, the ghost infant fixed its gaze in a specific direction. Miaoxin raised his thick eyebrows and turned around, "Who's there? Why skulk in the shadows?"

A figure emerged from the darkness—Chu Xuan.

He observed the ghost infant in Miaoxin's sleeve and smiled slightly, "Huikong from the Golden Dragon Temple, I have long admired Master Miaoxin's renown."

Miaoxin sized up Chu Xuan and said flatly, "Golden Dragon Temple? I remember now, you are the one Yuanming mentioned."

Chu Xuan smiled faintly.

Miaoxin remained calm, "You not only don't flee but also show yourself before me. What makes you so confident?"

Chu Xuan laughed heartily, "No particular reason, I just wish to request something from Master Miaoxin."

"What is it?" Miaoxin asked.

"Your life."

As the words fell, the two struck out at the same time.

The sounds fell from Miaoxin's mouth, forming intricate Sanskrit Buddha characters. This is a unique method of the Celestial Sound Zen Temple.

Miaoxin was uncertain of how long Chu Xuan had been watching from the shadows. He had utilized his kasaya and prayer beads earlier, leaving his sound wave magic as the yet unseen technique.

However, he was not overly concerned about Huikong; as Yuanming had informed him, Huikong of the Golden Dragon Temple was merely a minor Golden Core cultivator.

Besides a layer of merit wheel, he seemed unremarkable. Miaoxin thought he could spare Huikong's life temporarily, erasing his merits before eventually executing him, thereby reducing the backlash of negative karma he would face. The Celestial Sound Zen Temple had numerous methods to silently diminish one's merits.

As the sound waves burst forth, the ghost infant also suddenly swept out, aiming for Chu Xuan's groin like a bat skimming the ground.

However, as it neared Chu Xuan's feet, a ferocious and strong hand suddenly appeared, grabbing the ghost infant by the throat. With a fierce tear, the ghost infant was ripped in two, then stuffed into a gaping maw, and chewed with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, the sonic wave attack Miaoxin had launched had not yet reached Chu Xuan, as it was intercepted by four sinister ghost artifacts.

Miaoxin stared, disbelieving, "Two Ghost Kings!"

Wasn't Huikong supposed to be a Golden Core monk like him? How could he possibly have nurtured two Ghost Kings? Wasn't he afraid of being devoured by them?

"Kill," Chu Xuan said nonchalantly.