The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

With the aid of the light, Chu Xuan could clearly see the appearance of the speaker. It was a fair-skinned, somewhat short adolescent dressed in brown leather attire. His vital areas were protected by hard gray shells.

On his waist hung a small basket woven from vines, filled with a few cockamouse. The creature indulging in a feast appeared to be a centipede, albeit much larger and more menacing than any ordinary centipede.

Chu Xuan watched as the young boy rummaged through the pile of debris in the cockamouse's cave. Each time he pulled something out, he let out sounds of surprise until his finger touched the Mirror shard and was pricked, causing him to retract his hand with a yelp of surprise. The feasting centipede, alerted by the noise, hurried over to the boy's side.

Chu Xuan's heart skipped a beat as he observed the situation with the Mirror shard. He saw a drop of the boy's blood rolling on the mirror's surface, but it quickly rolled off to the side and seeped into the soil. He breathed a sigh of relief.

That was a close call.

He thought he might witness a blood oath of ownership. That would have been truly troublesome. He would become like a genie trapped in a lamp, having to look after this kid for a lifetime.

The boy, wrapping his palm with a piece of tattered fur, pulled out a heap of items, including the Mirror of the Myriad Realms shard.

Finally, Chu Xuan saw the light of day, though he quickly realized there was no actual sky above—just a dark stone dome. The so-called "sunlight" was merely the glow from luminescent mushrooms growing on the rock walls.

The boy scrutinized the Mirror shard for a long while, muttering to himself. Suddenly, he picked up the shard, intending to throw the object that had hurt him far away. But after a moment's hesitation, he decided to pocket it instead.

If the boy had really thrown the shard away, he might have had to endure decades more in the dark! Fortunately, that didn't happen.

Don't do anything foolish! I'm your golden ticket!

Though Chu Xuan was now tucked inside the boy's pocket, his spiritual sense could still extend out from the Mirror shard, allowing him to observe the surroundings within a one-zhang radius.

Indeed, as Chu Xuan had expected, the adolescent continued his destruction of the cockamouse nest. He scrutinized each mouse he captured, eventually selecting only two to place in his vine-woven basket; the rest were fed to the voracious centipede.

Suddenly, following the trail of the cockamouse, the boy stumbled upon the previously mentioned cave. He rushed in, his expression one of shocked delight as he rifled through the bone fragments scattered about, which bore peculiar markings resembling script.

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The boy was utterly engrossed in the bones for quite some time before coming to his senses. He then carefully packed the bone pieces into a soft leather pouch, securing it close to his body.

Chu Xuan observed the boy's actions thoughtfully, wondering if these might be the secrets to an unparalleled martial art.

The boy grunted softly, and the centipede, which had been busy hunting the remaining cockamouse, swiftly returned to his side. Together, they retraced their steps through the damp, narrow underground passages. ȒＡΝồꞖƐš

After twists and turns, they finally emerged into a larger cave, prompting Chu Xuan to wonder about the supposed "sunlight" he had anticipated.

"Where is the sun?"

Chu Xuan was perplexed. From one cave to another, from a smaller one to a larger one—was this a world of caves?

As they moved forward, the path became much smoother, and even torches quietly burning along the sides appeared.

After a while, as human voices grew louder and the boy quickened his pace, a small settlement emerged before Chu Xuan. The villagers bustled about, busy with their tasks.

Although the boy appeared short in stature, compared to many others in the village, he seemed relatively tall. Chu Xuan surmised that the inhabitants here might naturally be smaller.

Soon, the boy returned to a house built of red bricks—an uncommon sight in this village where most homes were rudimentary stone structures.

However, with limited information at hand, Chu Xuan felt it was best to observe and wait for events to unfold. The boy had already locked the door and secured the windows with a copper rod behind the door.

Once these precautions were taken, he removed the bone fragments and held them like treasures, reading intently. His excitement occasionally made him jump a little, muttering cryptic syllables under his breath.

Chu Xuan, despite not understanding the language of this world, listened patiently. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he knew that with enough exposure, he could gradually begin to understand the language.

Over the course of ten days living with the boy, Chu Xuan observed his daily routine: attending classes in the tribe's communal area by day and studying the bone fragments at night. The boy sustained himself on bland meat porridge and water from a jar.

The giant centipede lay quietly beside the bed, occasionally reaching into the vine basket to consume a cockamouse, showing a surprising amount of docility.

...

In the spacious and brightly lit red brick chamber, over thirty adolescents sat in their designated spots, buzzing with animated discussions in small groups. The boy was among them, yet isolated, dozing off alone in a corner.

After a while, a tall, white-haired elder strode into the chamber. A handsome young man promptly stood up, greeting, "Master Zhu!"

Following his lead, the other students chorused, "Master Zhu!"

The elder surveyed the room sternly. "Did you all review the material I assigned yesterday?"

"We did!" the students responded in unison.

The elder grunted and asked, "Which medium-sized and large tribes does our Fire Ant Tribe belong to? Lie Fei, answer this."

A boy quickly responded, "Our Fire Ant Tribe is a small tribe, part of the medium-sized Devouring Thunder Ant Tribe. The Devouring Thunder Ant Tribe belongs to the large Holy Ant Tribe."

The elder nodded in approval. "Good."

He continued, "What are the various levels of Insect Masters? Lie Jia, your answer."

A girl timidly stood up and said, "The ranks of Insect Masters are named after minerals."

"The lowest is Bronze level, followed by Silver, Gold, Platinum, and Diamond. Each level is further divided into low, medium, and high tiers. Above Diamond level is the unique title of Honored Insect Master, bestowed only upon those long-renowned and highly accomplished, by royal decree."

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