The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 6

Ten days later, the Blood Steel Wire successfully emerged from its cocoon. Chu Xuan inspected it closely and noticed that after its transformation, it had grown larger and its outer skin had become even tougher. He casually picked up an iron rod and with a flick of his hand, the Blood Steel Wire shot out, slicing the rod into two with ease. Chu Xuan nodded in approval.

"Let's see what innate spell you've acquired," he said, prompting the Blood Steel Wire with a thought. Instantly, the Wire shot forward, binding Hu, tightening so fiercely that even Hu's colossal strength couldn't break free.

"Blood Binding!" Chu Xuan exclaimed, recognizing the control type spell. It was one of the best possible spells the Blood Steel Wire could have learned after its transformation.

Originally, the Wire wasn't known for its strength or lethal capabilities but rather for its defensive talents. Chu Xuan hadn't expected it to become an offensive powerhouse; the acquisition of the Blood Binding was exactly what he had hoped for—his skill tree had evolved correctly.

"Alright, that's enough, come back," Chu Xuan said with a smile, and the Blood Steel Wire swiftly returned to rest in the palm of his hand. Hu, now wary of another binding, kept a respectful distance, fearful of being ensnared once again.

Chu Xuan affectionately patted the small head of the Blood Steel Wire, pleased with its performance. "It's been almost two months since I arrived on this planet," he mused. "I've used up all the corpse puppet refining materials I had, and I need to return to the Mystic Azure Realm to gather more."

He contemplated further strategies. "It would be wise to refine a few more corpse soldiers. After I leave this place, I should have several to guard this area."

Additionally, he considered the possibility of acquiring a set of array disks and flags for the Blood Refining Array—a formation ideally suited for demonic cultivators to perform large-scale blood sacrifices.

The simplest Blood Refining Array could even be managed by a Qi Refining stage cultivator, while more advanced versions required deeper knowledge in array formations.

Chu Xuan recalled that the leader of the Corpse Puppet Sect had once used a city's worth of 300,000 souls to perform a Soul-Stealing Blood Refining Array, creating a powerful blood pearl. Consumed by the Sect's young master, it dramatically accelerated his cultivation: Qi Refining in a day, Foundation Establishment within a hundred days, reaching the ninth level in just three years—a prodigy who overshadowed even the most talented cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage.

However, such grievous acts did not go unnoticed and soon brought destruction upon the Corpse Puppet Sect from the five major righteous sects.

"If I could deploy a Blood Refining Array here on this planet," Chu Xuan thought, "my cultivation would skyrocket!"

While reaching the Foundation Establishment within a hundred days was perhaps an exaggeration, doing so within a year seemed entirely feasible.

After having Hu tidy up the area, Chu Xuan went to the rooftop of the Walmart Mall to activate the blood mirror.

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"After months away, it's finally time to go back."

Chu Xuan's face was marked by a wistful expression, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The last time he had left, he was merely at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and his only possession had been a single Blood Steel Wire.

In less than two months, he had advanced to the sixth level, his Blood Steel Wire had undergone its first transformation, and he now commanded a fifth-level corpse soldier. With such combat prowess, he could easily crush cultivators at the seventh level of Qi Refining and even had a seventy to eighty percent chance of victory against those at the eighth level.

Chu Xuan took a deep breath and connected his thoughts to the blood mirror. In the blink of an eye, he was absorbed into the mirror. To any onlooker, it would appear as if he had vanished into thin air, evaporated from the mortal realm.

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In East Lake City, Haotai Hotel once ranked among the finest hotels in the city. Several years after the zombie outbreak, it had become the stronghold of the Spirit Hounds Gang.

Atop the highest floor of the Haotai Hotel, a lean, dark-skinned man lay on a sun lounger on the rooftop, soaking up the sunlight. This was Zhao Hong, the leader of the Spirit Hounds Gang. Flanking him were two voluptuous women who were carefully massaging his legs and shoulders.