The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Haotai Hotel, rooftop.

Duan Feipeng, his limbs severed, howled weakly but received no response. Before his eyes, there was only a corpse puppet, intermittently stuffing large blood beads into his mouth to ensure he didn't perish.

Duan Feipeng could only see thousands of flesh sacs lying in the zombie farm, covered in lush and dripping spirit plants. A gentle breeze caused them to sway continuously, yet to him, these things were no different from the devil's fangs. It was too terrifying. This place was simply hell.

How had Chu Xuan found such a place? To continuously use flesh sacs to cultivate spirit plants. No wonder Chu Xuan possessed such terrifying strength!

Duan Feipeng secretly tried to contact his master, Zhu Taiji, using a jade slip embedded in his flesh, injecting countless Spiritual Qi and sending numerous calls for help, but all signals sank without a trace, receiving no response at all.

Duan Feipeng didn't know where exactly this place was. All he knew was that he was waiting for death.

Buzz.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him without warning.

Duan Feipeng focused and saw that it was Chu Xuan. His eyes widened in disbelief. How could Chu Xuan appear out of thin air? This was definitely not something a Foundation Establishment cultivator could possess.

Chu Xuan calmly said, "You've waited long enough. Don't worry, I'll soon send you on your way."

Duan Feipeng, "...Ah... Ah! I don't want to go! Don't come near me!"

Following the "Complete Root Seizing Technique," Chu Xuan laid out the materials.

Seizing spiritual roots was divided into three steps: extracting the spiritual roots, bearing the spiritual roots, and transplanting the spiritual roots. Three types of pills corresponded to these steps.

Among them, transplanting the spiritual roots was the most difficult. Foreign spiritual roots would react adversely with one's own body and had to be neutralized with Heaven Patching Pills.

Chu Xuan patted Duan Feipeng's shoulder reassuringly, "It won't hurt too much. Relax."

He directly took out a pill, the Forbidden Spirit Pill, and pushed it into Duan Feipeng's mouth. This pill would reduce Duan Feipeng's affinity with the Spiritual Qi to the lowest level, temporarily separating his body from the spiritual roots.

Sure enough，after dozens of breaths, Duan Feipeng showed a look of horror. He felt like a mortal, completely unable to sense the existence of his spiritual roots.

Chu Xuan seized the opportunity. A short knife plunged directly into Duan Feipeng's abdomen!

The spiritual roots were located three inches deep in the Qi Sea. Once a cultivator died, the spiritual roots would immediately disappear. This was why Chu Xuan hadn't killed Duan Feipeng and had kept him alive until now.

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Chu Xuan's movements were swift and precise. In the blink of an eye, he extracted a complete spiritual root.

Duan Feipeng's spiritual root was purple-blue, with green and yellow on either side. These colors represented the attributes of thunder, wood, and metal.

However, Duan Feipeng's spiritual root was predominantly thunder attributed, with the wood and gold attributes so weak as to be almost non-existent, making it difficult to affect his absorption of thunder Spiritual Qi.

It was because of this that the Heavenly Seal Sect had classified his spiritual root as an ultimate-grade Thunder Spiritual Root.

The spiritual root was soft and delicate, feeling like cartilage to the touch.

"Wuwuwu..." Duan Feipeng cried out in pain, contorting like a twisted worm. The agony of having his spiritual root forcibly taken was beyond what an ordinary person could endure. Even as one of Heavenly Seal Sect's top three disciples who had experienced numerous battles, he couldn't bear this pain.

With a final stroke of the knife, Chu Xuan ended Duan Feipeng's life. He then took out another pill, dissolved it with Spiritual Qi, and injected it into the spiritual root.

Gradually, the spiritual root hardened, forming a tough outer layer only then could the spiritual root temporarily exist outside the body.

Otherwise, if left in the air for too long, the spiritual root would gradually vaporize until it completely disappeared.

Chu Xuan then took out another Forbidden Spirit Pill, this time swallowing it himself. Taking a deep breath, he fiercely stabbed his Qi Sea and forcefully extracted his own spiritual root!

The empty space in his Qi Sea couldn't accommodate more spiritual roots. To transplant someone else's spiritual root, he had to remove his own!

The moment he extracted his spiritual root, Chu Xuan felt as though he possessed all the cultivation in the world but couldn't sense even a trace of Spiritual Qi from heaven and earth. It was as if he had been completely cut off from the world.

He picked up the exceptional Thunder Spiritual Root and roughly stuffed it into his Qi Sea. The intense rejection reaction caused him excruciating pain that penetrated to his bones.

Cold sweat poured out! Veins bulged!

Chu Xuan quickly swallowed a prepared Heaven Patching Pill. Only then did the surging tide of pain gradually subside.

...

"Hu, come here!" Chu Xuan shouted loudly.

Hu, who had been standing nearby, hurried over as fast as lightning. Following Chu Xuan's command, it had already opened its own abdomen.

Struggling to stand, Chu Xuan inserted the wood spiritual root he had extracted from himself into Hu's belly. The strain on him reached its limit at that moment, and he passed out completely.

When he woke up again, the wound on his abdomen had already healed. The exceptional Thunder Spiritual Root had merged seamlessly with his body.

He stood up, flexing his muscles slightly, sensing no abnormalities. Chu Xuan thought for a moment, then called for Hu. He felt that even the medium-grade wood spiritual root shouldn't go to waste, so he attempted to insert it into Hu's belly, though he wasn't sure what changes would occur.

Soon after, a figure appeared in the distance, bounding swiftly towards him. With a few leaps, the figure appeared before him.

Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow in surprise. He noticed that Hu's appearance had undergone significant changes. Its fierce and angular body had softened, and its hollow eyes now showed a human-like gaze.

Hu opened its mouth, but instead of "roar, roar, roar," it emitted a few unpleasant syllables.

Chu Xuan became alert.

"Try harder!"

Hu cleared its throat and growled in annoyance, but ultimately only managed to produce a few incomprehensible syllables. It looked somewhat frustrated and lowered its head.

Chu Xuan pondered. Although it couldn't yet speak human language, its lively eyes seemed genuine.

The combination of a corpse puppet's body and a cultivator's spiritual root seemed to have created an unexpected creation.

"Spiritual root, corpse puppet... There must have been demonic cultivators who tried this before, but did they succeed?" Chu Xuan mused, finding it increasingly intriguing.

"Don't be anxious; one day, you'll surely speak," Chu Xuan reflected with some emotion.

"Ho, ho," Hu nodded.

Normally, a corpse puppet had to condense corpse core to become a corpse commander before it could speak, albeit with a simple vocabulary. Hu, as a corpse general, was already producing syllables.

In the future, it would only get faster than an ordinary corpse puppet.

"Corpse puppet's body is robust. With a spiritual root, it can absorb Spiritual Qi from heaven and earth, and even learn the techniques and spells of cultivators... I feel like I've created a monster," Chu Xuan marvelled.