The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 355

Chu Xuan leaped down from the city walls, vanishing into the vast land below in the blink of an eye.

Ximen Changqing stood at the edge, watching his back as he disappeared, the words Chu Xuan had whispered to him still echoing in his mind.

"Spiritual stones… spiritual stones…"

Ximen Changqing muttered these words under his breath, as a sudden realization struck him. His eyes gleamed with excitement. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

"Spiritual Qi is being gradually drained, and if the cultivators can no longer sustain themselves, they will definitely need to draw from spiritual stones to replenish their Qi. In the long run, spiritual stones will become crucial."

He paused, a flash of understanding crossing his face. "I knew it. He wouldn't just go out to explore for us. He must be going for the spiritual stone mine!"

Ximen Changqing's excitement grew. When Chu Xuan first volunteered to go out and scout, Ximen Changqing had thought he was either being reckless or had lost his mind. But upon reflection, with Chu Xuan's enigmatic nature, he was sure the man wouldn't be so foolish as to walk into danger willingly. That was why he had pushed him to go. Now, with Chu Xuan's cryptic parting words, he was beginning to understand the plan.

"Thanks… but the outside is perilous. How will you survive, I wonder? Or do you have another way out? The demonic cultivators are always willing to risk their lives like this..."

Ximen Changqing sighed softly. Reason told him that Chu Xuan was likely walking into danger. He himself was always cautious and, if in Chu Xuan's shoes, would never have dared to take such a risk.

"What is your real name, He Liang…?"

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Upon reaching the medium spiritual stone mine, Chu Xuan noticed two figures approaching from the opposite direction. It was clear that they had the same idea as him—this mine was a critical resource that everyone would be eyeing.

He glanced at them, noting the lead figure: a middle-aged man dressed in the black and white robes of the Reincarnation Divine Sect. He looked somewhat worn, but there was a certain shrewdness in his eyes. The other figure, a man with a robust build and a striking appearance, wore the gold-embroidered purple dragon robes of the Crazy Dragon Valley, one of the Reincarnation Divine Sect's five-tier sects.

Both men paused when they saw Chu Xuan, taking in his attire—a Majestic Sword Sect Sect robe. They relaxed somewhat but still kept a cautious distance, their movements clearly measured.

It was obvious they didn't naively believe that Chu Xuan was simply a disciple of the Majestic Sword Sect Sect just because of his robes. The demonic cultivators were known to disguise themselves in the attire of righteous sects when needed.

"I am Long Chen of the Dragon's Roar Valley. May I ask, who might you be?" The handsome Nascent Soul cultivator spoke first.

Chu Xuan bowed respectfully, his hands clasped. "I am Gao Xuan of the Majestic Sword Sect. It is an honor to meet a fellow cultivator from Dragon's Roar Valley."

Upon witnessing his courteous manner, the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Reincarnation Divine Sect nodded with satisfaction.

"My name is Beitang Han," he said.

Chu Xuan deepened his bow. "Ah, it is the esteemed Senior Brother Bei Tang. I have long heard of your name. My apologies for not properly greeting you sooner."

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The term "fellow daoist" was a somewhat distant and formal address. By calling the other "Senior Brother," Chu Xuan was clearly placing himself in a humble position, elevating the other's status.

Beitang Han smiled with approval upon hearing this, his expression softening as he acknowledged the humility. He glanced sideways at Long Chen.

Long Chen subtly nodded, stepping aside with deliberate slowness.