The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Chapter 162: You Treacherous Disciple!

Yin Thunder Seed is imbued with both the essence of Yin Evil and the force of thunder.

Three hundred of these beads whistled through the air simultaneously, sufficient to evaporate an entire body of water into steam!

In an instant, vast clouds of steam rose from the area. A muffled groan was heard.

The figure cloaked in black was forced to reveal himself.

"Damn it! So many Yin Thunder Seeds!"

He was both shocked and enraged, compelled to continuously deploy escape techniques. Weaving through the continuously exploding beads, he dodged the terrifying damage.

Yet even so, the massive net woven by the explosions of the three hundred Yin Thunder Seeds was immensely formidable. He might evade one, but not the next.

The cloaked figure tried desperately to dodge, ultimately forced to activate his defensive magic treasure to block the attacks. Despite his efforts, he still sustained numerous wounds.

However, using the rebounding force of the Yin Thunder Seeds, he successfully increased the distance.

He burst out of the deadly net created by the interweaving Yin Thunder Seeds.

Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow.

Impressive.

The simultaneous explosion of three hundred Yin Thunder Seeds could seriously injure even a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. Yet, this person had managed to escape with his life.

Chu Xuan stomped the ground, ready to advance and attack with full force.

However, as he took a step forward, the water beneath him suddenly transformed into formidable frost.

In an instant, his feet were frozen. And the frost didn't stop there; it continued to climb, aiming to encase his entire body in ice!

Chu Xuan's expression shifted slightly. He burst forth the strength from his legs, shattering the frost and hastily retreating.

Yet, the frost pursued like a python, relentlessly coiling around him.

Chu Xuan frowned.

Instantly, a black iron shield and a gold-wood shield flew from his body, attempting to block the assault.

With a crack, both shields were frozen by the frost and shattered into pieces on the spot!

Using the rebounding force of the explosion, Chu Xuan instantly escaped over sixty feet away, well beyond the reach of the frost attack. He was not sentimental about the loss.

The two items were merely high-grade magic tools. Their destruction was inconsequential as long as he remained unharmed.

However, he was surprised that the opponent had pre-arranged a formation, almost causing him to fall into a trap. It seemed he was facing a fellow cultivator.

Chu Xuan and the cloaked figure stared at each other across the distance, each displaying a wariness.

The cloaked figure, eyeing the familiar black iron shield, gave a flicker of recognition. He spoke softly, "Since we're both cultivators of the demonic path, why not reveal your sect?"

Chu Xuan frowned, "Nonsense, how am I a demonic cultivator? You look more like a demonic cultivator! Your entire family are demonic cultivators!"

The cloaked figure was irked. Both being sly as millennia-old foxes, such trivial deceits were pointless. Suppressing his anger, he pointed to the shattered remnants of the black iron shield, "That was the defensive magic tool I used back when I was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. I remember it well!"

Chu Xuan scratched his head, puzzled for a moment before tentatively asking, "Master?"

The cloaked figure sneered, "Master was nearly killed by you, you treacherous disciple!"

Chu Xuan coughed slightly, "My master came to Myriad Islands Lake years ago in search of opportunities and vanished without a trace. I have been searching for him here for a long time, yet you suddenly appears now. How can you prove you are my master, Wan Wuying?"

The cloaked figure responded coldly, "I went to the underground ruins in the Misty Mountains, to the Ghost Palace of the Nether Dao Sect. I was the one who told you about it!"

Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow, "But few who went to the Ghost Palace came back alive."

The cloaked figure removed his cloak, revealing a grotesque and unfamiliar face. It looked abnormal as if it were sewn together from two different people.

Chu Xuan felt an eerie chill.

The cloaked figure sighed deeply, "At that time, only three Golden Core cultivators from the Divine Star Sect made it out alive, and I seized the body of one of them."

Chu Xuan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Quite the revelation!

Wan Wuying continued, "My soul does not match this body well, which is why my face has become like this. Now you should be sure, my good disciple, Chu Xuan!"

Chu Xuan laughed heartily, "Master, if I had recognized you without any hesitation or doubt, that would have truly belied the lessons you taught me, right?"

Wan Wuying snorted, "That's true indeed."

A stranger claiming to be a long-dead master and appearing so suddenly—if he had believed it immediately, that would have been a disservice to his years of training as a demonic cultivator.

"Master, let's find a new place to talk," Chu Xuan whispered.

"Agreed," Wan Wuying nodded.

Moments later, they arrived at Gale Island. This island, poor in Spiritual Qi, rarely attracted cultivators, making it an ideal place for a heartfelt reunion.

"Master, I've missed you terribly!" Chu Xuan exclaimed with great emotion.

Wan Wuying waved his hand dismissively, "Oh, knock it off. If you really missed me, you would have gone to the Ghost Palace to find me. You never went once."

Chu Xuan spread his hands, "If I died, wouldn't the legacy of the Extreme Yin Cave be lost?"

Wan Wuying was silent, observing Chu Xuan closely. He felt a mix of sentimentality, relief, and complexity. "Now that you are also a Golden Core cultivator, you need not call me master anymore. My master is the Nine Profound True Master. Consider me as a stand-in master. From now on, call me 'senior brother.'"

Chu Xuan was surprised. 'True Master'? This term was usually reserved for Deity Transformation cultivators.

Was Wan Wuying's master a formidable Deity Transformation cultivator?

After further conversation, Chu Xuan learned that Wan Wuying and Jiu Xuan were not truly master and disciple. Nine Profound, a roving cultivator, had encountered Wan Wuying, then a ninth level Foundation Establishment cultivator, and casually imparted a few insights that had opened Wan Wuying's mind.

Nine Profound had stated that if Wan Wuying could break through to the Golden Core stage within two years, it would prove his aptitude was sufficient to join the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace in Central Continent.

Unfortunately, Wan Wuying was attacked by enemies during his advancement, leading to years of recovery and missing the opportunity.

If anything, Wan Wuying was more like an honorary disciple of the venerable Nine Profound True Master.

At this moment, Wan Wuying was filled with a mix of emotions. He hadn't expected that his former disciple would now be a cultivator of the same rank. The two continued their conversation, sharing the events of the past years.

Of course, Chu Xuan knew that Wan Wuying must have had his secrets to have survived the Ghost Palace, and Wan Wuying understood that Chu Xuan must have encountered his own unique fortunes to have reached the Golden Core realm. Much was left unsaid, as both understood each other's journeys well enough.

Chu Xuan inquired, "Senior brother, how did you end up at Myriad Islands Lake, and how did you come to collaborate with Ouyang Zheng?"

Wan Wuying sighed deeply, "My lifespan has greatly diminished. Now, the only way to survive is to quickly advance my cultivation and attempt to reach the Nascent Soul stage.

I wanted to obtain the qualifications to enter the extraterritorial battlefield and seek out Nascent Soul spiritual items, which led me to cooperate with Ouyang Zheng. But Ouyang Zheng's strength was insufficient, not making him an ideal partner.

I had earlier noticed that you wield demonic methods and possess formidable strength, making you a suitable partner. That's why I set up today's situation. Who would have thought... heh."

Wan Wuying's cheeks reddened slightly. He had almost been outwitted by his former disciple, nearly suffering significant harm.

Such an embarrassment to admit.