The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313 - Now, It Was Time for the Shift

Si Tukong gazed intently at the dome of the cultivation room, his fists clenched with sudden force. The joy of reaching the ninth level of the Nascent Soul vanished in that instant.

The capture of Lu Ren likely meant that all righteous cultivators from the Mystic Azure Star had been rounded up. It would become increasingly difficult to obtain information directly from Mystic Azure Star in the future.

The only hope lay in indirect intelligence from celestial bodies like the Celestial Sound Star. Such information, however, would not be as reliable.

"Chu Xuan... Chu Xuan... Opposing my Reincarnation Divine Sect was the greatest mistake of your life!"

Si Tukong snorted coldly and resumed his cultivation.

...

Chu Xuan was quite pleased with Shang Xingchen's swift and decisive actions. With such a capable and diligent Nascent Soul elder, he could afford to be a hands-off manager.

Of course, he was far from fully trusting Shang Xingchen. To trust someone like Shang Xingchen completely would be as foolish as seeking death by slamming his head into a boulder.

Until he had the power to utterly crush his enemies, he would always maintain a level of suspicion towards both Shang Xingchen and his brother, Shang Tianjue.

When news of the betrayal by the disciples of Heavenly Infinite Sect Sect spread, it was met with widespread satisfaction. As for the fate of the traitors... they were first publicly executed, their heads displayed as a warning.

This was a message to others—kill the chicken to scare the monkey. Their corpses were then put to good use. The living souls and bodies of Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators were highly coveted treasures.

No one would overlook such spoils. As for the division of the spoils, that was not Chu Xuan's concern. Once the traitors were dealt with, he returned to Blue Star, focusing his attention on the Cavern World.

...

"It's snowing," Lie Yong remarked, looking up at the heavy, goose-feather-like snowflakes falling from the rocky dome above.

Instinctively, he tightened the red cloak wrapped around him. This cloak was crafted from the fur of the Flame Worm. Though light and thin, it was exceptionally warm, making it a rare and costly item.

Traditionally, only the clan leader and elders were privileged to wear such garments. Yet now, despite wearing this fine cloak, he still felt a chill. It was a stark sign that his age had truly caught up with him.

After all, his three insects were all Fire Ants. Once his Fire Ants had reached the highest golden tier, not only had they granted him great strength, but their heat had also kept him warm. Unless the temperature dropped drastically, he would never have felt cold.

Lie Yong suddenly spoke, "Chen He, who do you think is most suitable to be my successor?"

Only one person stood beside him—Chen He. When the Fire Ant Tribe rose to power, it had swallowed the Swallow Ant, Blade Ant, and eventually the Devouring-Thunder Ant tribes.

During that time, many of his trusted subordinates had perished. Some had died of old age. Now, only Chen He remained to accompany him.

The other old confidants were all but too frail to move. As a long-time follower, Chen He, and by extension the Chen family, represented a powerful force within the Fire Ant Tribe.

Upon hearing Lie Yong's question, Chen He lowered his gaze, his voice steady.

"Every one of the chief's children is exceptionally talented and strong, all fit to become the next leader."

Lie Yong let out a hearty laugh, "Chen He, don't humor me. We've shed our titles now. You are no longer the head of the Chen family, nor the grand elder of the Fire Ant Tribe. I am no longer the chief of the Fire Ant Tribe. Tell me, who is truly worthy of leading as the next chief?"

Chen He thought for a long while before replying.

"Your third son, strong and valiant, unmatched in courage. Your seventh son, sharp-witted, possessing the makings of a general. Your eighth son, with outstanding talent, wise and decisive, has married the granddaughter of the Fifth Elder of the Holy Ant Tribe, and they have a daughter. Your twelfth son, with unparalleled talent, is already a Golden-tier Low-level Insect Master. I believe these four are all suitable to take the position of chief."

Lie Yong studied Chen He closely, his expression unreadable, a smile playing on his lips.

Chen He kept his gaze lowered, silent. The heavy snowflakes continued to fall. They blanketed the shoulders of both men in a thick layer of white.