The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World - Chapter 139: The Long-Lost Father?

The Four-Armed Vajra roared a few times before swiftly turning to face Gui Yongren. The four weapons it wielded were abruptly raised.

Gui Yongren’s eyes widened, and he instinctively stepped back, “You… you can’t attack me!” He protested, “We have a contract! We are partners!”

A scream suddenly pierced the air.

The Four-Armed Vajra launched into a furious assault. Gui Yongren’s soul was struck heavily and was soon gasping for survival.

Only then did the Four-Armed Vajra casually trot over to Chu Xuan’s side, squatting at his feet, looking up at him with a demeanor of a devoted dog.

Hu watched this display with displeasure.

“Another competitor for favor,” he thought.

Chu Xuan’s lips curled upwards, “Well done, you deserve a reward!”

He extended his hand and forcefully patted the top of Gui Yongren’s head. In the blink of an eye, he had extracted the general’s living soul.

The Four-Armed Vajra, seizing the opportunity, leapt forward and tore Gui Yongren’s soul into several pieces, stuffing them into its mouth and savoring each bite.

Chu Xuan surveyed the surroundings. There were still some psychic mediums and warriors around, but they all stood there, dazed.

It was inconceivable to them that their omnipotent and invincible general had been betrayed by his own spirit and had his soul forcefully extracted by this formidable stranger.

“Keeping them is just a waste of provisions; kill them all,” Chu Xuan waved his hand nonchalantly. The three corpse generals immediately sprang into action, while the Four-Armed Vajra also laughed maniacally and plunged into the crowd. Screams filled every inch of the palace.

Moments later, the palace was laid to waste; every superhuman had been consumed by the blood bees, soon to be part of the blood honey.

The living souls were extracted by Chu Xuan and thrown into the Myriad Soul Banner. He planned to use the Myriad Soul Banner specifically for storing living souls, serving as food for the Four-Armed Vajra and other fierce ghosts.

Soon, the Four-Armed Vajra voluntarily approached Chu Xuan. Without much effort, Chu Xuan planted a psychic imprint in its mind, ensuring it could never escape his control for all eternity.

Seeing the appeasing expression on the Four-Armed Vajra, Chu Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle. He suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Gui Yongren.

After all the effort to negotiate an equal contract with the Four-Armed Vajra, it had been swayed by mere sweeteners in an instant, devoured Gui Yongren’s living soul, and obediently entered into a master-servant contract with Chu Xuan.

Fortuitously, Gui Yongren had already perished. Otherwise, witnessing this scene would have been worse than death itself.

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At that moment, the Four-Armed Vajra suddenly leaped up, gesticulating wildly as he danced.

Of course, Chu Xuan could not comprehend the vividly expressive body language.

Without a word, he communicated directly with the Four-Armed Vajra through telepathy.

“Do you mean to say there is another malevolent spirit like you beneath Mount Sun?”

Chu Xuan eyed the Four-Armed Vajra, his face a mask of surprise.

This was indeed fortuitous. Such a spirit of exceptional talent should not be buried in obscurity!

However, the Psionic Cube must be found first.

Chu Xuan gazed towards the artificial hill.

With a mere thought, the Evil Soul Chain tore through the air.

In an instant, the hill was smashed to smithereens. Countless fragments flew in all directions.

This artificial hill, constructed of cement, was exceedingly sturdy. It was also covered with various mosses and small green plants. Rarely would anyone smash such a structure.

Moreover, this was the imperial garden’s rear. It was even less likely for someone to harbor malevolent thoughts towards the artificial hill.

If not for Chu Xuan’s actions, it might have remained undiscovered for centuries that something was hidden within this hill.

Chu Xuan’s spiritual sense swept forth.

With a gesture, he grasped a piece of cement in his palm.

With a casual rub, the hard cement crumbled into ash in a moment.

Revealed before Chu Xuan was another corner of the Psionic Cube. It too emitted a strong primal Psionic energy.

Chu Xuan retrieved another piece of the Psionic Cube from his storage bag. Instinctively, the two pieces merged together.

In the blink of an eye, a larger, yet still incomplete Psionic Cube appeared before him.

It was perhaps only a third of the original size. But the primal Psionic energy it emitted was now far greater than before.

The surging vitality within it, even from merely a few breaths, quickened one’s blood flow.

“Excellent, excellent.”

Chu Xuan’s face broke into a satisfied smile. His goal for this journey was finally achieved.

Casually, he stuffed the Psionic Cube into a piece of zombie flesh. The zombie flesh immediately expanded at a visible rate, ultimately becoming a perfectly square block of flesh.

“Let us go to Mount Sun,” declared Chu Xuan, securing his corpse puppet and the swarm of blood bees, and immediately took flight towards the dormant volcano.

Mount Sun, a slumbering active volcano, bore a deceptive beauty with its snow-covered surface, beneath which boiled magma at temperatures ranging from 700 to 1200 degrees Celsius.

The malevolent spirit would naturally not reside within the lava. In fact, there was a mountain path leading directly to a cavern beneath Mount Sun, a route disclosed by the Four-Armed Vajra.

Before long, Chu Xuan arrived beneath the cavern and discovered an ancient, decaying shrine. Before he could speak, the Four-Armed Vajra leapt out from the Myriad Souls Banner, clamoring loudly towards the darkened shrine.

“What’s all this noise? Don’t you know I’m trying to sleep? Eh? Four-Arms, is that you? Did you come to complain about not getting enough to eat at Gui Yongren’s place? I told you when I divined last time, that guy was a penniless, short-lived ghost. How could you ever be satisfied following him? Just so you know, I don’t have many soul beads here either, I can spare you just one. Wait, wait, wait, your sudden visit is suspicious, let me divine something first…”

A figure swiftly darted out, talking incessantly to the Four-Armed Vajra, but upon noticing something amiss, quickly pulled out a water dish to commence divination.

However, mid-divination, it caught sight of Chu Xuan standing not far off, and its expression turned to one of bewilderment.

Chu Xuan then saw clearly. It too was a malevolent spirit. Humanoid in appearance, but its legs were replaced by a serpent’s tail, distinctly bizarre.

The Four-Armed Vajra continued to animate and passionately recount everything that had happened. The serpent-like malevolent spirit looked towards Chu Xuan in astonishment, then down at the divination results in the water dish, and went pale with shock.

Before the Four-Armed Vajra could speak again, it dashed in a blur towards Chu Xuan.

“Are you not the long-lost father I’ve been searching for all these years? Father! From now on, I, Two Arms, shall follow you!”

Chu Xuan clicked his tongue. He had thought to discipline this creature first, carrot and stick. Instead, the spirit immediately prostrated itself, a turn of events that was indeed quite unexpected.