The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 464

Chu Xuan glanced over and saw two individuals, an elderly man and a younger one.

The elderly man was Ning Tai, who, despite his age, no longer showed the signs of decline that had marked him before. Though old, he appeared vigorous, with eyes that, though cloudy, still sparkled with hope.

Standing beside Ning Tai was a handsome young cultivator, clearly in the late stages of the Golden Core realm. Without needing further clarification, Chu Xuan quickly deduced that this young man was likely Ning Tai's grandson.

Rising to his feet, Chu Xuan gave a slight bow. "What a pleasant surprise, fellow Daoist Ning. I never expected to find you here at Heavenly Human Tower, enjoying the cuisine. Truly, it seems fate has brought us together. Is this person beside you...?"

Ning Tai beamed with joy. "Yes, indeed! This is my grandson, Ning Wangyuan! Wangyuan, quickly greet this senior, Fellow Daoist He. If it weren't for his fire bee, you wouldn't have had such a smooth journey, and you certainly wouldn't have been able to keep your shop."

Ning Wangyuan immediately bowed, his expression sincere. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist He! From now on, you will be my benefactor!"

Chu Xuan couldn't help but smile. Already calling him a benefactor? That was a bit premature.

Ning Tai continued enthusiastically, "We're here to celebrate at Heavenly Human Tower as well. Would it be alright if we joined you, Fellow Daoist? I hope we're not disturbing anything important you might be doing."

Chu Xuan smiled and nodded. "Not at all, please, take a seat. He Zhao, has the attendant bring over another chair."

"Yes, Master." He Zhao nodded respectfully.

Before long, Chu Xuan, Ning Tai, and Ning Wangyuan were enjoying their meals and conversing freely.

He Zhao stood quietly to the side, remaining silent. His cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, far beneath the level of these three, so he didn't dare to speak.

The conversation spanned a vast range of topics, from the distant south to the northern seas, covering every art and practice of cultivation. They even delved into the subjects of demonic talismans, evil pills, and poison insects. These topics, on the territory of the Divine Sword Sect, were typically regarded as heretical and dangerous.

Suddenly, Ning Tai chuckled. "Fellow Daoist, since you've come from the South Third Ring, you must have heard about a major event there, haven't you?"

Chu Xuan nodded. "Many people here at Heavenly Human Tower have been discussing it. I've heard something about the Eight Extremes Palace, yes? I've been delayed in the East Third Ring, so I'm not entirely clear on the details of what happened."

Ning Tai glanced at Chu Xuan a few more times, unable to discern any sign of deception, before continuing, "I also heard about it from an old friend who had just returned from doing business in the South Third Ring. Apparently, an ancient body-refining sect's ruins appeared in the South Third Ring.

"On that day, many cultivators were sucked underground, even some Deity Transformation experts couldn't escape. Later, some of the survivors who emerged spoke of strange and malevolent beings inside the ancient ruins. It's said that several Deity Transformation cultivators perished in the depths."

Ning Tai sighed, "Now, the South Third Ring is in utter chaos, with battles raging everywhere as everyone fights for territory."

Chu Xuan nodded slightly.

After all, Yellow Spring and Moon True Master had both perished in the Eight Extremes Palace. Black Wind True Master had never involved himself from the beginning, and that had allowed him to escape harm.

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As for White Bone True Master, he had probably been randomly transported to the South Third Ring. If not, the South Third Ring wouldn't be in such turmoil—it would have already been unified by Black Wind's overwhelming force.

Ning Wangyuan, curious, asked, "I've heard of the Eight Extremes Palace. They say it was one of the most prominent body-refining sects of the ancient world. It had eight sect inheritances, which should all have appeared by now, right?"

Ning Tai shook his head, "I don't know about that. My old friend didn't witness it personally, so his details weren't very clear."

At this moment, a laugh came from the next table.

"I know a little about the news of the Eight Extremes Palace's emergence!"

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