The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World-Chapter 359: It looks like... Chapter Xuan

Wei Ji glanced at him and couldn't help but speak, "Fellow Daoist Shang, the art of puppetry is vast and profound. When I first entered this path, it took me an entire year just to repair a Qi Refining stage puppet. It took me another three years before I was able to independently create a Qi Refining Stage puppet."

He continued, "Don't even think about repairing Nascent Soul Stage puppets. Even Golden Core Stage puppets are beyond the reach of someone just beginning in this art. Better not waste time."

Shang Xingchen chuckled, "How would I know if I don't try? Perhaps my talent in this path is extraordinary, but I've just never had the chance to explore it before."

Seeing his serious expression, Wei Ji shook his head and decided not to say anything more.

As night fell, Wei Ji finally lifted his bloodshot eyes and sighed in relief.

"Fellow Daoist Shang, I've repaired two Nascent Soul Initial Stage puppets, twelve Golden Core Late Stage puppets, and I also repaired twenty mining puppets."

"We should head straight to the large spiritual stone mine. Otherwise, in just another month, these puppets will all be useless." He spoke with a sense of urgency.

Shang Xingchen kept his gaze fixed on the puppet in his hands, shaking his head firmly. "No rush, no rush. It's not the right time to act yet. Many people have their eyes on this large spiritual stone mine. If we act first, we'll become targets."

He then added, "These puppets aren't enough. Please, Fellow Daoist Wei, repair a few more." After speaking, he took out more than a dozen puppets from his storage bag.

Seeing the sheer number of puppets, Wei Ji instantly fell silent. He had been tirelessly repairing puppets day and night for the past few days. His eyes were bloodshot, and his energy was almost depleted. If he weren't a Nascent Soul cultivator, he would have likely collapsed by now. His current Golden Core Mid Stage strength was largely the result of his constant work on puppets.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, you don't want to?" Shang Xingchen looked at him, his gaze carrying an underlying meaning. "I, Shang Xingchen, don't like forcing anyone. If you're unwilling, forget it."

Under the pressure of those eyes, Wei Ji suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Alright, alright. I'll do it. The more puppets, the better. The more, the safer. I understand."

Only then did Shang Xingchen nod with satisfaction. "Glad you understand, Fellow Daoist Wei." After that, he sat down cross-legged, continuing to fiddle with the puppets.

Hearing Shang Xingchen's words, Wei Ji could only sigh. His thoughts drifted to Zhu Shuitian.

The Heavenly Infinite Sect's Nascent Soul cultivators, including himself, Shang Xingchen, and Zhu Shuitian, had originally been assigned to Heaven-Six City for reinforcements, but their group was unexpectedly scattered. Eventually, the three of them ended up together. The two of them made their way swiftly toward the large spiritual stone mine.

As they ventured, Wei Ji couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He recalled the past, how the three of them had fled back to Heaven-Three City during the chaos of the beast siege and the rapid decline in Spiritual Qi. Shang Xingchen had acted with foresight, leading them to break out under the cover of night and seize control of this medium spiritual stone mine.

But even a medium spiritual stone mine couldn't produce enough stones to sustain all three of them. Eventually, Zhu Shuitian had turned on them, but before he could even make a move, he collapsed, his body weakening and growing limp.

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Wei Ji still vividly remembered that day—Shang Xingchen had smiled as he drilled blood holes into Zhu Shuitian, planting spiritual herbs within his body. The once Nascent Soul cultivator was slowly transformed into a living furnace for the herbs. Shang Xingchen and Wei Ji had continued to refine pills from the plants, prolonging their survival.

As for Zhu Shuitian, his life force was completely drained, leaving his body a lifeless husk, as useless as a dry corpse. The dogs wouldn't even bother chewing on him.

That chilling moment earlier made Wei Ji shiver. He felt as if an icy wind had surrounded him. He had a strong feeling that had he refused to help Shang Xingchen, he might have shared Zhu Shuitian's fate.

At dawn, Wei Ji had just closed his eyes for a brief rest when a distant rumble of magic attacks pulled him awake.

"Dammit... Can't they pick a better time to fight?" he muttered, his eyes bloodshot as he glared in irritation.

Anyone who disturbed his sleep would have to die.

Shang Xingchen quickly returned to the mine, lowering his voice. "The fight at the large spiritual stone mine has started. It's between the Falling Sun Demon Fortress and the Heavenly Corpse Palace. The leaders of both sides should still possess Nascent Soul Initial Stage power."

Wei Ji immediately closed his eyes again, "Forget it, I'll rest a bit more."

Shang Xingchen chuckled. "Fighting is something we should get in on too."

Wei Ji furrowed his brow. "Can we win?"

Shang Xingchen smiled confidently. "Can't beat a whole group, but can't we beat just one? Even if we can only linger on the sidelines of the battle, grabbing a few storage bags would be worth it."

Hearing this, Wei Ji immediately sprang to his feet. "Let's go, no time to waste."

The two of them quickly prepared the repaired puppets and left the medium spiritual stone mine, but not before leaving behind a few guard puppets to watch over the mine, just in case anyone decided to raid it while they were gone.

As the battle outside the large spiritual stone mine raged on, Wei Ji's eyes narrowed. The area had been quiet for a long time. Though many cultivators had their sights set on this mine, none dared to make the first move. The first to strike would surely be targeted first.

Half a year had passed since then, and the mining puppets inside the mine must still be running autonomously, likely having accumulated a significant amount of large spiritual stones. Over time, many cultivators had exhausted their supplies of pills and spiritual stones, leaving them with almost nothing left. Some were unable to endure any longer.

Zhang Yi of the Falling Sun Demon Fortress, along with two junior brothers, had taken the lead. They brought several mining puppets and marched straight to the entrance of the large spiritual stone mine, determined to act. As they activated their puppets to clear the collapsed rocks, they kept their vigilance high, watching the surroundings carefully.

Soon after, Su Jue and others from the Heavenly Corpse Palace joined the fray. The moment both sides met, the battle broke out immediately—there was no hesitation, no words exchanged. In the past, they had been united as fellow demon cultivators under the Heaven Shaking Divine Sect to combat the Reincarnation Divine Sect, but now they were nothing more than scavengers, fighting over scraps.

As long as the great spiritual stones were within reach, even their fellow cultivators—be they seniors, juniors, or even masters and partners—were expendable.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The clash of magic spells resonated through the area. Both sides put everything they had into the fight—spells, medicinal pills, spiritual stones—all were quickly consumed in the heat of the battle. Puppets, beasts, and spiritual creatures of all kinds were summoned to the battlefield.

In the chaos, Zhang Yi found himself at a disadvantage. Su Jue seized the opportunity, striking with precision and severing his arm in one swift motion. Screaming in pain, Zhang Yi attempted to retreat, but several cultivators immediately closed in on him.

Just as Su Jue and his group began to gain control of the mine's entrance, a new threat appeared—cultivators from the Heavenly Blood Alliance, led by their leader, Luo Zhantian, surged forward, aiming to claim the spoils of the battle.

Another round of intense fighting ensued, as the battle for the large spiritual stone mine turned into a bloodbath.

Wei Ji watched with growing impatience, eager to join the fray. Just as he moved forward, however, Shang Xingchen stopped him with a firm hand.

"Look over there," Shang Xingchen said, pointing toward a certain direction. "Someone's waiting there too."

Wei Ji frowned. "So what? There are plenty of people around."

But Shang Xingchen seemed puzzled. "I don't know... something about that figure seems familiar. It looks like... Chu Xuan."

Hearing this name, Wei Ji's body stiffened. A cold chill ran down his spine, his eyes wide with shock.