The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 441

Chu Xuan rose to his feet, only to be met with intense pain coursing through his body. Looking down, he saw his skin covered with bruises and wounds of all sizes. Some had already scabbed over, while others were still oozing blood.

If not for the extraordinary healing power of a body cultivator's physical resilience, he would have undoubtedly lost a considerable amount of blood during his unconscious state, leaving him even weaker than before.

Surveying the surroundings, Chu Xuan casually collected the nearby corpses. It was truly pitiful that they had perished here. If he didn't at least take the time to recover their bodies, wouldn't that make them even more tragic?

Chu Xuan expanded his spiritual sense as much as he could, barely able to sense the changes within a ten-zhang radius. He waved his hand. "Let's go, find somewhere safer."

Hu scratched his head and said, "Master, you're injured and moving slowly. Let me carry you."

Chu Xuan nodded in approval, feeling reassured.

Without another word, Hu effortlessly lifted Chu Xuan in his strong arms. Moving with great speed, he darted through the cave with ease, carrying the weight of Chu Xuan's body as though it were nothing.

Chu Xuan quickly retrieved various healing pills from his storage ring, taking the opportunity to tend to his injuries while being carried. Soon, he discovered a concealed cavern and hid them both inside. He ordered Hu to drag over a massive stone to block the entrance and set up several arrays for added security, allowing him a brief moment of peace.

Since he was injured, there was no need to risk further danger. It would be better to wait until he fully recovered before venturing out again. Survival depended on caution.

With Hu by his side, Chu Xuan took a step forward, returning to Blue Star. After a month of recovery on Blue Star, he had fully healed his wounds.

This was, of course, with the help of ample healing pills. If any other cultivators were in his position, lacking such resources, it would take at least three or four months to regain their peak condition.

One day, a flash of light appeared, and Chu Xuan, accompanied by Hu, returned to the underground caverns of Desolate Island.

With a flick of his hand, several tiny creatures, no larger than grains of rice, shot out from his palm, scurrying along the rock walls to explore in all directions.

These were the offspring of Chenxi, the creature he had raised. Though his spiritual sense was formidable, it was currently restricted to a mere ten-zhang radius. Since the spiritual sense was severely suppressed here, he had no choice but to rely on the insects to clear the path for him.

These almost imperceptible creatures could serve as his eyes and ears, alerting him to any movements within a fifty-zhang radius, allowing him to anticipate his enemies' actions and strike first.

After retracting the protective arrays around the area, Chu Xuan truly began his exploration. First and foremost, he needed to locate Long. He could still sense the connection between him and Long.

The fact that this connection persisted meant Long had not perished, but was likely trapped or severely injured, unable to return to his side. Once he found Long, it would add another arm to his strength.

In a dark, damp cavern, a field of beautiful, deep blue flowers bloomed. Each blossom was adorned with faint red markings, giving it an eerie yet captivating beauty. At the center of this strange flower bed, however, a figure writhed and struggled in agony.

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Apart from this struggling figure, numerous other motionless corpses lay scattered across the ground, their bodies tangled with the flowers that had grown over them. The petals, now even more vibrant and dripping with color, added a sinister allure to the scene.

Outside this flower field stood two cultivators, both garbed in the distinctive robes of the Moon Society. The two exchanged a glance before breaking into cruel laughter.

The taller cultivator chuckled, "I never imagined we would accidentally stumble upon a Corpse King!"

The shorter, stockier cultivator laughed even more heartily, his face gleaming with delight. "These Man-Eating Flowers not only consume flesh, but their fragrance also has the power to confuse the mind. It's a perfect combination!"

He smirked. "If we wait just a little longer, the connection between this corpse puppet and its master will sever. When that happens, it will be a mindless, controllable creature!"

The taller cultivator grinned maliciously, "This cursed place suppresses both Spiritual Qi and spiritual sense, making it a perfect domain for body cultivators like us. With a Corpse King under our control, we could roam unchallenged! Even Moon True Master would be no match for us!"

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