The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 365

The three of them—Chu Xuan, Ximen Changqing, and Wei Ji—strode confidently into the forest. The rich Spiritual Qi immediately enveloped them, a refreshing breeze mingled with the fragrance of the trees, invigorating their spirits. Though the Spiritual Qi here couldn't compare to the prime days of the Heavenly Metal Battlefield, it was still a rare and treasured experience to be in such a rich environment now.

Soon, the trio arrived at the center of the forest, where they found other cultivators. There were around twenty or so of them, gathered in small clusters around tables of various sizes, speaking in hushed tones.

Their arrival drew attention. Nascent Soul cultivators were few, and most of them knew each other. Since Chu Xuan, Ximen Changqing, and Wei Ji were from the Heavenly Infinite Sect, they were unfamiliar to the others. This, in part, was why Chu Xuan didn't easily alter his appearance—his sect's distinct identity would make such efforts pointless.

A young cultivator in white robes smiled and cupped his hands. "I am Kang Jia from the Fiery Sky Cloud Tower. Fellow Daoists seem unfamiliar. May I ask which sect you come from?"

Chu Xuan immediately transmitted a message to Wei Ji, telling them they were from the Falling Sun Demonic Fortress.

Wei Ji sighed, reluctantly speaking up. "I am Wei Ji, from the Falling Sun Demonic Fortress."

Kang Jia froze for a moment. "The Falling Sun Demonic Fortress? A demonic sect?!" With a swift motion, he retreated several steps, holding a talisman in his hand, his face full of suspicion.

Thud, thud, thud.

Several righteous dao cultivators stood up immediately. One of them pointed an accusatory finger at Wei Ji and shouted angrily.

"How dare demonic cultivators join a trading gathering! Get out!"

"Vile demons! If it weren't for your kind, we wouldn't be trapped in this situation!"

However, most of the righteous cultivators remained seated, watching coldly without making a move. Chu Xuan and Ximen Changqing stood motionless, arms crossed.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, as if a confrontation was imminent.

At this moment, a voice rang out, calm and smiling. An old man with a youthful face and flowing white hair strode over, his presence radiating authority.

"Fellow Daoists, there's no need to be so tense. These three are here simply to attend the gathering, not to engage in life-and-death battles. We are all trapped in the Heavenly Metal Battlefield. The priority now is how to survive. Why waste energy fighting among ourselves?"

Next to him stood an elderly woman, who merely snorted without speaking.

Kang Jia and the other righteous cultivators immediately cupped their hands in respect. "Greetings, Senior Brother Shangguan, Senior Sister Qiu."

The two elders—Shangguan He from Fiery Sky Cloud Tower and Qiu Wanhong from the Crazy Dragon Valley—had organized this trading gathering. The third person, however, had yet to appear.

Earlier, when Chu Xuan and his group had approached the entrance, the voices from the puppet guards had been those of Shangguan He and Qiu Wanhong.

Kang Jia couldn't help but speak up, "But... they are still demonic cultivators, after all. The righteous and demonic paths have never coexisted. How can we possibly align ourselves with them?"

Shangguan He spoke in a solemn tone, "Junior Brother Kang, you've just recently entered Nascent Soul. You might not understand, but the conflict between the righteous and demonic paths must be considered in context. This war is, at its core, the struggle between the Reincarnation Sect and the Heaven Shaking Sect. Our respective sects were dragged into this conflict without cause. Now, we are all trapped in the Heavenly Metal Battlefield due to the sudden depletion of Spiritual Qi and the failure of the teleportation arrays. In the end, we are all innocent victims caught in the crossfire. Why make things difficult for one another?"

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