Demonic Cultivator

Shen Lin frowned. He remembered those monsters he had only ever seen in movies in his previous life.

Just then, following the other party's roar, the remaining constables slowly crawled to their feet. Their forms were bizarre as they closed in on Shen Lin.

Even the demon tiger Shen Lin had confirmed he had killed swayed unsteadily to its feet.

Only then did he finally realize what was wrong.

After killing the demon tiger, the system had not told him how much Demon Lifespan he had obtained.

Looking at the five zombies surrounding him, Shen Lin shook his head and let out a sigh.

Of course, the system would not give him a notification.

Because these things had already been dead for a long time.

"What rotten luck!"

Shen Lin cursed under his breath.

He had come here to kill demons and obtain Demon Lifespan.

This pile of dead things was useless to him.

Although he was somewhat disappointed, he did not simply turn around and leave.

After all, he had already come this far...

If he let them escape, who knew how many ordinary people they would kill?

With the longsword in his hand, Shen Lin flourished it in a blur of steel and charged forward.

Even if they were dead things, surely cutting off their heads would make them lose their ability to move.

The Blood Qi Power in his eight meridians surged. Powerful strength poured into the sharp treasured sword, and he swung it down.

Whoosh!

A cold gleam flashed. One constable's head flew into the air, while his ruined body instantly lost its ability to move and collapsed to the ground.

It really worked!

However, after killing the zombie with a single sword stroke, Shen Lin's expression changed slightly.

With his current strength, combined with the sharp treasured sword he had obtained from Old Master Bai, chopping off a man's head was no more difficult than cutting through vegetables.

Yet when his sword had just entered the other's neck, the resistance it encountered had been extremely strange.

It was as if that were not a body of flesh and blood.

Lowering his head, Shen Lin glanced at the cut in the corpse and frowned slightly.

Beneath the skin and flesh was actually a thick layer of steel plating.

This zombie was man-made!

It seemed that the previous sword strike had intimidated the group of zombies. At this moment, they merely stood where they were, repeatedly growling at Shen Lin without choosing to swarm him.

Just as Shen Lin was pondering the origins of these zombies, a startled cry came from behind him.

"Master Shen! You're all right—hiss... What are these...?"

The hunter who had followed him over sucked in a breath of cold air upon seeing the scene before him.

And that tomb robber had actually followed them too.

His body trembled nonstop, and he looked terrified. Almost instinctively, he hid behind Shen Lin.

But even that did not seem safe enough. He edged closer to Shen Lin and said with trembling lips, "Wasn't that just a giant tiger? How did those constables... Why don't we hurry and leave...?"

Shen Lin did not turn around, but when he sensed the man slowly drawing closer, his eyes narrowed.

The next moment, a muffled sound shattered the brief silence.

Bang!

The tomb robber's head jerked as he had been approaching Shen Lin. He instinctively reached up and touched the back of his head.

He turned around blankly and saw the hunter holding the broken handle of an ax, staring at him in confusion.

Only then did the broken ax spin down from midair. A few strands of hair slowly drifted from the back of the tomb robber's head.

For some unknown reason, the hunter had suddenly attacked, bringing an ax down viciously on the tomb robber.

But the man's head seemed to be made of iron. The ax had struck it and sent sparks flying, while the ax in the hunter's hands had been snapped apart by the impact.

After exchanging a glance with the tomb robber, the hunter reacted quickly and shouted, "Master Shen, watch out! There's something wrong with this man!!!"

"You're courting death!!!"

The tomb robber flew into a rage.

Just an insignificant mortal, and you dare ruin my plans!!!

He thrust out one hand. His right hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve all along, clawed viciously toward the hunter.

That was not a hand of flesh and blood, but a section of pitch-black iron claws.

At that moment, all the aura in his body erupted. His might was astonishing, comparable to a martial artist in the Meridian Opening Realm.

But before his claws could land on the hunter, a tremendous force suddenly slammed into him.

Boom!

Shen Lin kicked out, sending him flying backward. He smashed through a tree trunk as thick as a bowl and shot into the woods beside them.

Afterward, Shen Lin looked helplessly at the hunter and said, "That was unnecessary... When did you realize something was wrong with this fellow?"

The hunter looked uneasily at the figure Shen Lin had kicked several meters away.

He had just used every ounce of his strength to hack at the other's skull with his ax, yet it had had no effect whatsoever.

But Shen Lin had only needed one kick, and its power had been so terrifying...

"Master Shen, I felt something was wrong the first time I saw him."

"Would any tomb robber work alone? Someone should always be standing guard. Besides, his boots were far too clean."

Looking at the man's simple, honest expression, Shen Lin could not help sighing inwardly. This hunter, who spent his days roaming the wilderness, truly had an exceptional eye for detail.

But now...

He glanced at the several zombies that had inexplicably stopped moving and waved at the hunter. "Stand farther away. You won't be able to interfere in what comes next."

"What comes next...?"

The hunter was puzzled.

That kick from Master Shen had sent the man crashing through several trees. Under those circumstances, could he still...

"Outrageous!!!"

Amid a furious roar, the tomb robber charged out of the woods.

His body was covered in fallen leaves and splintered wood, leaving him looking even more disheveled.

Yet judging from his full-bodied voice and steady footsteps, Shen Lin's kick had actually had no effect on him at all.

The hunter silently retreated some distance away.

These two were even more monstrous than the ferocious beasts he had seen in the mountains. He could not afford to provoke them.

Shen Lin smiled at the other man. "A tomb robber in the Meridian Opening Realm. I truly haven't seen many of those."

The first time he had seen this fellow, Shen Lin had already sensed something amiss within his body.

The fluctuations of aura he occasionally revealed were even stronger than those of Miss Zijing, the flying thief.

He had opened at least five meridians—he was a martial artist in the Meridian Opening Realm.

Therefore, Shen Lin had remained on guard.

He had originally intended to use the opportunity just now to turn the tables when the other party launched his sneak attack.

But the hunter's unnecessary move had disrupted his plan.

Now, he would have to put in a little more effort.

Shen Lin slowly raised the longsword in his hand and pointed it at the other man. "I'm merely curious what sort of martial arts technique can accomplish this. Controlling corpses looks more like a method of the Demon Race."

"The crude techniques of the lowly Human Race naturally cannot accomplish that."

The tomb robber, who had still been somewhat furious, calmed down. A trace of fanaticism appeared on his face as he said, "Only the Sacred Race can possess such great power."

Seeing his appearance, like that of a fanatical believer, Shen Lin's heart stirred. He sneered. "I see. You're a Demonic Cultivator!"

There were always some people among the Human Race who wanted to take shortcuts.

Compared with Human Race martial arts, which required arduous cultivation to obtain formidable strength, they yearned even more for the innate divine abilities of the Demon Race.

These people hated their own origins and loathed their fellow clansmen. They devoted themselves wholeheartedly to serving demons in exchange for power.

Some of them truly obtained certain methods from the Demon Race.

These traitors who cultivated the Demon Race's secret arts in human bodies and cast aside their own bloodlines were collectively called Demonic Cultivators by the Great Wei Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Shen Lin's disappointment at not encountering any demons gradually stirred to life.

Although he could no longer obtain Demon Lifespan, the Demon Suppression Division did not slacken its hunt for Demonic Cultivators.