The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Atop the main peak of the Yin Soul Mountain Range, within the grand hall of the Myriad Souls Sect.

Chu Xuan entered the hall. Considering Lin Fan's strength and experience, he took a seat in the last row next to Wan Wuying.

The current Wan Wuying evidently lacked the spirit he possessed when he first joined the Myriad Souls Sect. His face bore a look of distress, and his brows betrayed a hint of helplessness. Seeing Chu Xuan sit beside him, he managed only a forced smile, "Brother Lin."

Chu Xuan nodded in return, "Brother Wan."

Wan Wuying's demeanor was unsurprising. Enslaved by another's power, he found no time for cultivation. Should he fail to break his bonds, he was doomed to remain a lifelong slave to the Myriad Souls Elder, a fate far removed from his life's ambition. Originally, he had ventured to the outer domain battlefield precisely to seek the Nascent Soul spiritual item.

Chu Xuan's arrival naturally caught the attention of others. The cultivators from the Corpse Yin Sect and the Poison Gu Sect gave Chu Xuan a cursory glance before dismissing him from their attention. Only a few in the know took a longer look at him, aware that it was Chu Xuan who had slain Xiao Tianjiao of the Golden Phoenix Sect.

Bai Jin Kun trembled at the sight of Chu Xuan, daring not to linger his gaze.

Yet, the Myriad Souls Elder exhibited no such tremors.

Seeing Chu Xuan sitting quietly in the last row just like Lin Fan, Myriad Souls Elder couldn't help but want to smile bitterly. This Nascent Soul great cultivator, whose strength far surpassed both the old cultivators from the Corpse Yin Sect and the Poison Gu Sect, carried no airs and willingly sat among the Golden Core cultivators.

Such a composed and humble disposition instilled fear in him. Having lived so long, he knew well that only such characters could achieve great distances.

"Myriad Souls old ghost, have all your sect's people arrived?" asked Zheng Ji, the Nascent Soul ancestor of the Corpse Yin Sect, his voice calm as he scanned the room.

The Myriad Souls Elder smiled faintly, "All six Golden Core cultivators are present."

Zheng Ji turned to the elder, "We convene on your territory for this discussion, so I shall not overstep my bounds. Myriad Souls old ghost, you begin."

The Myriad Souls Elder nodded, "This gathering of the three sects of Wu Country is to discuss the looming Righteous-Demonic Great War. The Golden Phoenix Sect is rallying the righteous cultivators of Northern Cold, aiming for unification. Unlike in times past, they are not driven by various demonic treasures but seek to completely eradicate our Dao.

This impending war of righteousness and demons is a battle for our very survival. Given our minority status among the demonic cultivators of Northern Cold, how we can overcome the many with the few, and turn less into more, requires collective wisdom to devise the best course of action."

In the silence of the assembly, the Nascent Soul ancestor of the Poison Gu Sect, Guan Tong, suddenly cleared his throat, prompting a cultivator from his sect to stand.

"Myriad Souls Ancestor, I believe it is not as straightforward. Every century or so, the Golden Phoenix Sect inevitably finds pretexts to ignite the Righteous-Demonic Wars. Our three sects of Wu Country tacitly engage with them, testing our mettle, this time being no exception. We can quell those greedy righteous sects by simply offering some treasures. Why has the righteous alliance come so aggressively this time? It is because a prodigy of the Golden Phoenix Sect met his demise in the Yin Soul Mountains."

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The Poison Gu Sect cultivator glanced toward Chu Xuan, "I say, if we hand over the murderer, we can surely extinguish the fury of the Golden Phoenix Sect. Though it may not halt the war, it would certainly slow their advance, buying us time to rally support from the demonic sects of the Eastern Border and Western Land, lending us their strength. Fellow Daoist Lin, daring in action, why not step forward and nobly sacrifice yourself? If Fellow Daoist Lin is unwilling, our Poison Gu Sect is prepared to deliver him to the Golden Phoenix Sect!"

Upon these words, the eyes of all the cultivators in the hall converged on Chu Xuan. Some murmured among themselves, astonished that Xiao Tianjiao had been slain by such an obscure Golden Core cultivator.

Chu Xuan frowned in response.

Guan Tong's face darkened with anger as he rebuked, "Hold your tongue! Our three demonic sects have always shared a common enemy. How can we commit such a self-harming act that delights our foes? Such words must never again be spoken, lest they damage the harmony among our sects! You are fined five years' salary! Collect your punishment upon your return!"

The Golden Core cultivator from the Poison Gu Sect, after a stern reprimand, begrudgingly sat down, still visibly upset. Yet, the lenient punishment made it clear that it was likely a maneuver orchestrated by Guan Tong himself.

The unity within the three demonic sects was not as solid as it appeared. Many believed that the Myriad Souls Sect had brought this trouble upon themselves. If the righteous sects declared their intent targeted only at the Myriad Souls Sect, others would scarcely conceal their glee.

Chu Xuan noticed several cultivators from the Poison Gu Sect possibly harboring such thoughts.

The Myriad Souls Elder shuddered upon hearing the proposal of sacrificing Chu Xuan.

Bai Jin Kun, usually so composed, nearly spat out his tea in shock upon hearing someone suggest handing over Lin Fan to the righteous sects, drawing a look of surprise from the nearby Zhong Yan.

Zheng Ji frowned deeply, "Stop this foolish talk! The righteous sects float these suggestions to sow discord among us. Today they ask for one, tomorrow they will demand two. And then three, four after that. If one day they demand your surrender, could you still utter such words?"

The cultivators of the Poison Gu Sect were left speechless, realizing the gravity of the situation only when it fell upon their own heads.

Zheng Ji snorted coldly, "We shall discuss only strategies to counter the righteous alliance. Bring up anything else, and I will show no leniency!"

His gaze settled unmistakably on Guan Tong. Zheng Ji, the strongest among the three, having attained the third level of the Nascent Soul, carried considerable influence.

Guan Tong had no choice but to divert his gaze and remain silent.

Within the Myriad Souls Temple, the cultivators eagerly voiced their opinions. Some argued that they should seek assistance from the demonic sects of the Western Land and Eastern Border, hoping they would understand the peril they all shared.

Others suggested bribing sects like the Ascendant Cloud Sect, Green Mountain Sect, and Original Yang Sect, clarifying the benefits and consequences to persuade them to abstain from attacking the three demonic sects.

After all, once a war between righteousness and demons erupted, casualties were inevitable, and vast amounts of cultivation resources would be expended. Why engage in battle when the desired benefits could be obtained without death and expenditure?

Yet another cultivator proposed that they should appeal to the Feather Transformation Heaven Palace for intervention, a suggestion that was met with derision by others.

The Feather Transformation Heaven Palace, a bastion of righteousness, was unlikely to meddle in the affairs of Northern Cold on behalf of the three demonic sects.

Chu Xuan, seated among the Golden Core cultivators of the Myriad Souls Sect, found the debate tediously soporific. He had never been one for scheming. Scheming was for those of nearly equal strength, or for the weaker to use cunning tactics to overcome the stronger. But with overwhelming power, what need was there for schemes? Simply crushing all opposition would suffice.

As dusk approached, the discussions finally concluded, and everyone returned to their respective peaks. Bai Jin Kun, Zhong Yan, and other cultivators also prepared to head back.

"Fan'er, wait a moment," the Myriad Souls Elder said kindly.

"Yes," Chu Xuan nodded.

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