The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World - Chapter 136: It's No Big Deal

Inside the cabin of the fishing vessel was a slender, almost gaunt youth. Looking back at the now invisible islands of Sunzi, a mocking sneer flickered in his eyes.

“The rebels must still be searching for me,” he thought. “None would guess that I’ve already secretly boarded this fishing vessel. If Sunzi has no place for me, then I will rise in the Han country! When I return, I will push them into the abyss and personally kill the great general who betrayed the imperial family.”

In the youth’s eyes flickered the flames of revenge. The damned general, once the most relied upon minister of the Sunzi royal family, had secretly become a ninth level superhuman.

Leveraging the royal family’s trust, he seized power and stormed the palace overnight. That night was etched into the youth’s memory forever—his father, mother, brothers, and sisters all fell to the sword and flames.

Whenever he recalled those scenes, his heart felt as though it was being ruthlessly squeezed by an invisible hand, a wrenching pain tearing through him.

Suddenly, exclamations erupted from the deck outside.

“The great general above! There’s someone flying in the sky!”

“By the grace of the Sun! Could that be the legendary god?!”

“He’s flying towards us!”

Startled, the youth looked through the cabin window toward the deck and saw a figure in black, standing atop a beam of blue light, hovering in the sky above the heads of the superhumans.

The youth’s eyes widened. superhumans with the talent for flight were rare and usually limited to short, low-altitude flights. Here in the open sea, from where could this person have taken off? How could he sustain flight for so long?

One of the superhumans on deck pointed at the azure light, growling warily, “Which country’s superhuman are you? Come down here!”

The figure in black hovering on the azure light was naturally Chu Xuan. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but laugh. “It seems I’ve found the right vessel; this is indeed a fishing boat from Sunzi.”

The language spoken by that superhuman was not of the Han, but a tongue Chu Xuan had never heard before.

“He’s from the Han country, shoot him down!”

“He’s the enemy!”

Several government superhumans emitted low growls as they converged from all directions. Among them, one took advantage of Chu Xuan’s back turned towards him and launched a sudden attack.

A peculiar talisman slipped from his grasp, hurtling towards Chu Xuan’s back.

However, in an instant, Chu Xuan caught the talisman with a single hand. He glanced at it, a smile of interest playing on his lips. The talisman was marked with complex, vivid red patterns.

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At first glance, it bore a resemblance to traditional talismans, yet upon closer inspection, it was incredibly crude, akin to child’s play. Presumably, this was a talisman used by the psychic medium of Sunzi.

“You… you…” The superhuman was visibly shocked, having not expected Chu Xuan to so effortlessly catch his long-planned sneak attack. His face was a picture of astonishment.

“Dare to ambush your superior, you deserve death!” A roar erupted.

A towering, dark figure swiftly streaked past. When the onlookers turned their gaze back, they were met with a headless corpse—the head had been twisted off single-handedly by a massive man!

“Exterminate them all; no need to waste provisions,” Chu Xuan said casually, waving his hand dismissively.

“Yes!” Hu bellowed in response, darting out alongside Long and Bao. Wherever they passed, limbs and bodies were strewn about, quickly giving rise to a gruesome storm of blood and carnage.

Chu Xuan, walking as if in a leisurely stroll, headed towards the ship’s cabin. He expanded his spiritual sense to fill every corner of the fishing vessel. He could feel the fluctuations of primal Psionic energy within the cabin, though they were not as intense as the Psionic Cube he had encountered before; they felt significantly weakened.

The youth swallowed nervously and instantly activated his talent. His speed surged to the extreme, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the bottom-most layer of the cabin, hiding amidst a pile of disordered cargo. In his mind, he chanted, “You can’t see me, you can’t see me…”

Chu Xuan uttered a light “hmm,” intrigued.

The youth who was emitting primal energy had managed to reach the lowest level of the cabin in the blink of an eye. Was that his talent? An ability for high-speed movement?

With a light step, Chu Xuan moved across the deck, one moment stationary, the next several meters away. The cabin was bustling as many Sunzi natives surged out. Hidden among them, warriors and psychic mediums seized the opportunity to launch stealth attacks.

However, reaching Chu Xuan proved to be a formidable challenge. As he passed, those who attempted ambushes clutched their throats, blood streaming from their mouths, collapsing one after another. Soon, he reached the very bottom of the cabin.

“No need to hide, come out,” Chu Xuan called out casually, looking at a large pile of barrels. Rustling sounds emerged from within, and a young man, his face marked with fear, crawled out to face Chu Xuan. Surprisingly, he spoke in fluent Han dialect. “My mother was from Han; please, do not kill me.”

Chu Xuan’s smile was enigmatic. “Whether I kill you or not is irrelevant. What were you fiddling with behind your back?”

Startled, the youth’s expression quickly turned ferocious. He abruptly pulled out his hands, launching two talismans through the air.

Mid-flight, the talismans burst into flames and instantly transformed into two ferocious, green-faced ghosts, one attacking from the left, the other from the right, lunging towards Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow, amused. The talismans appeared to have effects similar to the Tiger Soul and Wolf Soul talismans.

Yet, such attacks hardly necessitated any magical defense from him. Before the ghosts could even reach him, a radiant halo of Buddhist light emerged spontaneously around him, and a wheel of merit slowly revolved behind his head, casting him in the semblance of a descending Buddha, a saintly figure suspended in the air.

The ghastly apparitions collided with him and immediately burned into wisps of blue smoke with a pitiful wail.

The youth watched, dumbfounded. Those talismans were his strongest assets for this journey, and yet they failed to penetrate Chu Xuan’s defenses.

Sunzi had its share of Buddhist temples. So, he recognized at once that this was indeed the light of Buddha. How could such a deadly man possess such profound Buddhist radiance? Could Buddha truly bless such a person?

No more thoughts were necessary, nor could they form, as Chu Xuan had already employed a soul-searching technique.

Within minutes, he saw the entirety of the youth’s life laid bare before him. The youth collapsed, his eyes vacant, his expression blank.

Chu Xuan arched an eyebrow in surprise. He had inadvertently captured the eighth prince of Sunzi, the sole survivor of the imperial family after the general’s rebellion and massacre. Had he unknowingly extinguished the last flicker of Sunzi’s royal bloodline?

“Hss… it’s no big deal, eradicated just like that,” Chu Xuan murmured, stroking his chin nonchalantly.