The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 2

Outside Green River City, Chu Xuan stripped off He Liang's face and casually tossed it into the river.

"These makeshift human skin masks are truly uncomfortable to wear," he muttered. He sifted through He Liang's storage bag, nodding slightly in approval. "Over eighty small spiritual stones, one medium spiritual stone, three Rejuvenation Pills, a vial of Spirit Restoration Water, a large barrel of demonic beast blood, plus all of He Liang's Spiritual Qi—not bad at all."

"Indeed, plundering after murder does make quick gains," Chu Xuan smacked his lips. Earlier, inside the abandoned residence, he had taken He Liang by surprise with a sneak attack, swiftly gaining control.

First, he extracted information about the righteous cultivators from He Liang, then he drained his Spiritual Qi using the Soul Extraction Technique. Finally, he skinned He Liang's face to create a temporary mask and made his escape. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

"But can one truly escape forever?" he pondered. "Each minor breakthrough in my cultivation technique requires a substantial amount of lifeblood. The gu insects I nurture also need to consume a significant amount of flesh and blood to evolve. If they aren't fed adequately over time, they'll turn on me. Every quest for flesh and blood is a risk."

"Perhaps I should become a righteous cultivator instead," Chu Xuan smiled wryly. To survive in this world of cultivation, one must switch allegiances and practice the techniques of the righteous path.

However, if he were to train in the ways of the righteous, it would mean starting over from scratch. Given his mediocre talents, he doubted he'd ever reach the Foundation Establishment stage.

It seemed that only demonic techniques, which are low in requirements, quick to show results, and powerful, suited someone of his ordinary capabilities.

"Well, is this mirror one of He Liang's magical tools?" Chu Xuan noticed a dusty, blood-colored mirror in the corner of the storage bag. He retrieved it and channeled his Spiritual Qi into it, but to no avail. Normally, just a small amount of Spiritual Qi should activate a magical tool. This tool was peculiar—could it be of a high grade?

Chu Xuan injected half of his entire reserve of Spiritual Qi this time. Suddenly, the blood mirror buzzed and the dust cleared. The mirror then displayed a scene from a modern apocalypse—tall skyscrapers, desolate silence, and zombies roaming freely.

Chu Xuan was taken aback. This world, why did it so closely resemble the zombie-themed movies and shows he had watched before his transmigration?

He frowned, suddenly sensing a thought emanating from within the blood mirror. It seemed he could travel directly to this apocalyptic planet if he so wished.

Intrigued, Chu Xuan reached out and touched the mirror. In the blink of an eye, the world spun around him, filled with chaotic light, bizarre sounds, and distorted visions. When clarity returned, Chu Xuan found himself standing on a city street.

Tall buildings lined the street, and shops stood side by side, while the distance was dominated by towering skyscrapers. The street itself was littered with abandoned cars and overgrown weeds—a desolate scene indeed.

A sudden sound of footsteps caught his attention. A grotesque figure staggered out from the shadow of a car, its eyes hollow and bloodthirsty, drooling foul-smelling saliva—the unmistakable mark of a zombie. It roared upon sensing the scent of the living and lunged towards Chu Xuan.

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Chu Xuan, slightly frowning, swiftly raised his hand. A line of blood shot forth, slicing through the zombie's neck. The creature's head separated from its body, falling to the ground dead, its blood spurting out like a fountain.

After all, Chu Xuan was a Qi Refining stage cultivator. Although he had not yet mastered the abilities to command the wind or control the earth, and could only use his Spiritual Qi in basic ways, his strength and senses far surpassed those of ordinary humans. And the body of a zombie was no different from that of a human. A single cut to kill was nothing unusual.