The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World-Chapter 355: Spiritual Stone Vein

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.

"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.

Beitang Han's voice was warm as he spoke, "Junior Brother Gao, we both hail from Heaven-Seven City. From your direction, you must come from Heaven-Six City, correct? How is the situation there? Have the beasts attacked your city as well?"

Chu Xuan nodded earnestly, sighing deeply. "Indeed! The ancient beasts seem to have gone mad, assaulting the city relentlessly. The attacks last for five days and nights at a time—it is truly terrifying! Furthermore, I am uncertain why, but the Spiritual Qi is rapidly diminishing. I was entrusted by Bai Cangsong of the Feiry Sky Cloud Pavilion and Xiao Xian of the Red Flame Temple to guard this medium spiritual stone mine, preparing for the future."

Beitang Han nodded thoughtfully. "Bai Cangsong and Xiao Xian… I have met them once. It seems they are wise to realize the importance of spiritual stones in advance."

He then noticed something and pointed. "Ah, Junior Brother Gao, it seems someone else is approaching. Perhaps they are from Heaven-Six City as well. Do look over there."

Chu Xuan turned quickly, following Beitang Han's gaze.

At that moment, Long Chen, who had already shifted to the side, gave a sly grin. He flicked his finger, and a golden ring shot out with sudden speed. In the blink of an eye, the ring expanded dozens of times, aiming to ensnare Chu Xuan.

Beitang Han also formed a spell with his fingers, preparing for any unforeseen circumstances. However, he felt that with Long Chen's capabilities, killing this Gao Xuan would be a simple task, one that required no effort from him.

The reason he had cast a spell was simply out of a habitual caution. After all, those who failed to be careful in the past had long since perished in the cultivation years gone by. It was impossible for them to have survived this long otherwise.

"Hm… My ability to gather spiritual qi seems to have slowed down," Beitang Han thought, an odd sensation flickering in his mind.

The next moment, a crisp cracking sound echoed in the air.

Beitang Han fixed his gaze and was stunned to see that the golden ring magic treasure was shattered in an instant. Countless golden fragments scattered across the ground, falling in a chaotic shower. He was about to speak, but then he heard Long Chen emitting choking sounds, desperately clutching his neck.

However, a deep crimson line had already appeared across his throat. With a sharp crack, Long Chen's head flew off. Blood spurted into the sky in a wild arc.

Long Chen's Nascent Soul, wrapped in his spiritual essence, attempted to flee. But in the blink of an eye, it was caught by an invisible, intangible hand that gripped it effortlessly.

In an instant, both Long Chen's lifeless body and Nascent Soul were taken away.

Beitang Han turned his gaze to Gao Xuan. The other was already walking toward him with a smile on his face.

Beitang Han stood frozen, his mouth agape. He knew Long Chen's strength well. At the very least, Long Chen was capable of contending with a Nascent Soul cultivator at the fifth level without falling behind. Yet now, he had been easily slain? Even his defensive magic treasure had not been deployed.

Without a moment's hesitation, Beitang Han immediately released the spell he had been holding. Blue sword energy surged forth, the air rippling like water. Simultaneously, he summoned a set of thirty-six water-blue miniature swords, which shot out like lightning, aimed directly at Gao Xuan's vital points.

Beitang Han slapped his storage bag and summoned two beads, one black and one white. As the beads collided, a thick, grey mist spread out, cloaking his surroundings.

Chu Xuan raised his hand, and with a single gesture, a massive Ice God Pillar materialized out of nowhere. It instantly froze the blue sword energy in mid-air. With a powerful motion, Chu Xuan opened his clenched fist.

The Ice God Pillar shattered into countless icy fragments, which then collided with the thirty-six miniature water-blue swords. The speed of the swords dropped drastically. Within less than twenty breaths, they were battered and deformed.

"Ice God Pillar?! How could you possibly know this technique?!"

Beitang Han's shocked voice came from within the mist. This technique could only be learned by cultivating the Mysterious Heavenly Ice Soul Scroll. Wasn't this person from the Majestic Sword Sect? It was impossible for him to possess such a technique!

Chu Xuan remained silent, charging straight into the grey mist. With the mist shrouding him, Beitang Han was certainly accumulating some powerful spell. Such spells were typically vulnerable to interruption.

"You think I'm just gathering energy for a spell? How foolish! Few know that I, Beitang Han, am a body cultivator of the thirty-first level! Engage me in close combat. You are courting death!"

Beitang Han sneered viciously.