The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 - The Biggest Contributor

Tiancang's brows furrowed deeply as he turned his gaze behind him. Sure enough, the Realm Protecting Formation had already been activated. And it was radiating a thick, ominous blood-red glow.

He immediately tried to contact Zhao Kai and the others through transmission. But every attempt seemed to sink into an abyss, with no response at all.

Tiancang's heart sank to the bottom.

What is this? I've been battling here, and now there's a fire burning in my own backyard? How is it that so many Nascent Soul cultivators can't deal with the demonic cultivators from Northern Cold? What have they been doing this whole time?!

Blood Wine True Master, grinning, taunted, "Look at what you've been protecting. Even now, you're still not leaving?"

Tiancang's face darkened, and with a final glance, he commanded a flying shuttle to swiftly disappear into the distance.

The Realm Protecting Formation had fallen into the hands of the enemy. With the formation fully activated, it was powerful enough to resist the combined efforts of two Deity Transformation cultivators. There was no need for him to stay any longer.

Blood Wine True Master laughed loudly, his figure heading toward Mystic Azure Star.

...

On Mystic Azure Star, in the Central Continent, on Spirit Feather Island.

Chu Xuan and his group were waiting in the grand hall. As the strongest cultivator, Chu Xuan held the highest position of honor, seated at the far left. Behind him were Wei Ji, Liu Ruoshui, Zheng Ji, and Wan Hun.

Seated at the far right were Shi Juntian and several Nascent Soul cultivators from the Heavenly Blood Alliance.

The cultivators of the Heavenly Blood Alliance had arrived via the ancient teleportation array provided by the Commercial Star. They had managed to delay many Nascent Soul cultivators from Northern Cold in the Eastern Border. Without their help, the pressure on Chu Xuan and the others would have been far greater.

In addition to the Nascent Soul cultivators, many Golden Core cultivators stood respectfully by.

Wan Wuying, Bai Jinkun, and others all stood quietly, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

However, Wan Wuying's gaze repeatedly drifted toward Chu Xuan. Because the current Chu Xuan had shed all his previous disguises, revealing his true identity. He was the same junior brother Wan Wuying had known—the one who had disappeared all those years ago!

At that time, during the chaos, Wan Wuying and Chu Xuan had seized the battle token and successfully made their way to the extraterritorial battlefield. But Chu Xuan had fallen in the western part of the battlefield, where he was swarmed by a horde of Nether Crocodiles and had vanished without a trace.

Wan Wuying had always believed that Chu Xuan had died.

But now...

After so many years, Chu Xuan had returned as a fully-fledged Nascent Soul cultivator. He had even slain Zhao Kai, the substitute palace master of the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace, and made a tremendous contribution to the victory in this battle.

Yet here was Wan Wuying, still a mere Golden Core cultivator, struggling to advance toward Nascent Soul. How many cruel jokes had fate played?

The rise and fall of life truly felt like an endless rollercoaster.

"Hahaha! Shi Juntian, you really did an outstanding job! I thought the cultivators from Northern Cold wouldn't be able to stop the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace, but not only did they hold their ground, they even turned the tables and took down the Realm Protecting Formation!

Such a brilliant achievement! If this is reported back to the sect, it will surely make the Sect Leader happy for a long time! Shi Juntian, you're going to rake in a huge amount of contribution points for the sect with this one!"

A loud, boisterous laugh rang out from outside the hall. Before the person even arrived, his voice had already filled the room.

Everyone in the hall turned to look at the entrance, and immediately saw a stout yet short figure walking in.

The man was wearing only a tiger skin vest slung over one shoulder, and his attire looked as if he had stepped out of an ancient era. Around his waist were four wine gourds and a storage pouch. His wrists and ankles jingled with blood-red bells, but despite the noise they would have made, not a single sound came from them as he walked.

It was Blood Wine True Master!