Demonic Cultivator

Shen Lin frowned, recalling the monsters he had only seen in movies in his previous life.

Just then, with a roar from the opponent, the remaining yamen runners slowly climbed up, their bodies strange, and converged towards Shen Lin.

Even the demon tiger that Shen Lin had confirmed killing wobbled to its feet.

It was at this moment that he finally realized what was wrong.

After killing the demon tiger, the system had not prompted him with how much demon lifespan he had gained.

Looking at the five zombies surrounding him, Shen Lin shook his head and sighed.

Of course, the system wouldn't prompt him.

Because these things were already dead.

"What rotten luck!"

Shen Lin cursed under his breath.

He had come on this trip to kill demons and monsters to gain demon lifespan.

This pile of dead things was of no use to him.

Although he was disappointed, he didn't turn and leave immediately.

After all, he was already here...

If he let them escape, who knew how many more ordinary people would be harmed.

Shen Lin twirled his long sword, making a flourish, and charged forward.

Even if they were inanimate, as long as their heads were cut off, they should lose their ability to move.

The vital energy in his eight meridians surged, and his powerful strength was applied to the sharp Precious Sword. With a single strike, he slashed out.

Swish!

A cold glint flashed, and a yamen runner's head flew into the air. The broken body instantly lost its ability to move and collapsed to the ground.

It worked!

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

With his current strength, combined with the sharp Precious Sword obtained from Old Master Bai, cutting off a head was no more difficult than cutting vegetables.

But just as the Precious Sword entered the opponent's neck, the resistance he felt was very strange.

It was as if it wasn't flesh and blood.

Lowering his head, Shen Lin glanced at the cut on the corpse, his brow furrowing slightly.

He saw that beneath the flesh and skin, there was a thick layer of steel plate.

This zombie was man-made!

It seemed that the momentary pause caused by his sword strike had stunned the zombies. They now stood still, letting out low growls at Shen Lin, but not charging forward.

As Shen Lin pondered the origin of these zombies, a startled cry came from behind him.

"Master Shen! Are you alright... These are..."

The Hunter who had followed them gasped as he saw the scene before him.

And that grave robber had also caught up.

His body trembled uncontrollably, looking extremely fearful, and he instinctively hid behind Shen Lin.

But even this didn't seem to make him feel safe enough. He moved closer to Shen Lin, his lips trembling as he said, "Wasn't that just a big worm earlier? How did these yamen runners... Shouldn't we leave quickly..."

Shen Lin didn't look back, but as he felt the grave robber slowly approaching, his eyes narrowed.

The next moment, a dull thud broke the brief silence in the scene.

Bang!

The grave robber, who had been slowly approaching Shen Lin, felt a jolt in his head and instinctively reached up to touch the back of his head.

He turned his head in a daze and saw the Hunter holding a broken axe handle, looking at him with a confused expression.

At this moment, the broken axe fell through the air, spinning. A few strands of hair drifted down from the back of the grave robber's head.

For some reason, the Hunter suddenly attacked, swinging his axe fiercely at the grave robber.

But this guy's head seemed to be made of iron. The axe strike produced sparks, and the Hunter's axe was directly shattered.

Exchanging a glance with the grave robber, the Hunter quickly reacted and shouted, "Master Shen, be careful! This guy is suspicious!!!"

"You're asking for death!!!"

The grave robber was furious.

A mere mortal, ruining my plans!!!

He reached out with one hand, his right hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, fiercely grabbing at the Hunter.

It was not flesh and blood, but a black iron claw.

At this moment, his entire aura erupted, his imposing presence astonishing, comparable to a Martial Artist in the Meridian Opening Realm.

Before his claws could land on the Hunter, a tremendous force struck him.

Boom!

Shen Lin kicked out, sending the creature flying backward. It snapped a tree trunk as thick as a bowl and crashed into the nearby woods.

Afterward, Shen Lin looked at the Hunter with a hint of helplessness. "That was unnecessary... When did you realize something was wrong with him?"

The Hunter glanced back at the figure Shen Lin had kicked several meters away, his heart still pounding. He had used every ounce of his strength, swinging his axe with all his might at the creature's head, but it had no effect. Yet, Shen Lin's single kick was so powerful...

"Master Shen, I felt something was off the moment I first saw him," the Hunter said. "These tomb robbers, do they ever work alone? Someone should always be on lookout. And his boots were just too clean."

Seeing the Hunter's simple, honest demeanor, Shen Lin couldn't help but admire the keen eyesight of someone who spent their days in the wilderness.

But now...

He looked at the few Zombies that had inexplicably stopped moving and waved at the Hunter. "You should step back. You can't get involved in what happens next."

"What happens next???"

The Hunter looked confused. Shen Lin's kick had sent that person crashing through several trees. Even in that state, the person could still...

"Outrageous!!!"

With a roar, the tomb robber burst out of the woods. He was covered in fallen leaves and broken branches, looking even more disheveled. However, judging by his full-throated voice and steady footsteps, Shen Lin's kick had had no effect on him whatsoever.

The Hunter quietly retreated a short distance away. These two were more monstrous than any fierce beasts he had encountered in the mountains. He couldn't afford to cross them.

Shen Lin smiled as he looked at the tomb robber. "A tomb robber in the Meridian Opening Realm, I've rarely seen one."

The moment he first saw the creature, he had sensed something was wrong with its internal energy. The occasional fluctuations he detected were even stronger than those of Miss Zijing, the flying thief. He had at least broken through five meridians to reach the Meridian Opening Realm. Therefore, he had been cautious.

He had originally planned to use the opportunity of the sneak attack to counterattack. But the Hunter's unnecessary action had disrupted his plan. Now, things would just be more troublesome.

Shen Lin slowly raised his long sword, pointing it at the tomb robber. "I'm just curious, what kind of martial arts technique can achieve this? Controlling corpses, it looks more like the methods of the Demon Race."

"Lowly Human Race minor techniques naturally cannot achieve this." The tomb robber, who had been furious moments ago, calmed down, a fanatical glint in his eyes. "Only the Sacred Race can possess such might."

Seeing his fanatical, cult-like behavior, Shen Lin's heart stirred, and he sneered, "So that's it, you're a Demonic Cultivator!"

Among the Human Race, there were always those who sought shortcuts. Compared to the arduous cultivation required to gain power through human martial arts, they yearned for the innate abilities of the Demon Race. Such people hated their origins, detested their own kind, and focused all their efforts on serving demons and monsters to gain power. Some of them had indeed obtained certain methods from the Demon Race. These traitors, who cultivated demonic secret arts with human bodies and abandoned their own bloodlines, were collectively known as Demonic Cultivators by the Great Wei Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Shen Lin's initial regret at not encountering any demons and monsters began to fade. Although he couldn't obtain the lifespan of demons and monsters, the Demon Suppression Division also had a significant bounty on Demonic Cultivators.