Demonic Cultivator's Methods

"Demonic Cultivator?"

The other party's expression immediately darkened. He slowly took out a bronze bell from his embrace and said with a ferocious grin, "Soon, you'll become a toy for me, this Demonic Cultivator."

Ding-a-ling!

As he spoke, he rang the bronze bell in his hand.

Seeing this, Shen Lin frowned. Just as he was about to charge forward and finish the opponent, he suddenly felt some strange movements around him.

The surrounding burial mounds began to tremble, as if something was awakening.

Squelch!

An arm with decaying flesh and blood stretched out from within, and figures slowly rose from the mounds, staggering.

Including the previous four, there were now over a dozen zombies in the area.

And among them, besides humans, there were also demonic creatures in their original forms.

A massive Tiger Demon, its flesh and skin rotted, revealing layers of ghastly white bones... a python...

All in all, just by their appearances, it was clear these guys were at least powerful demonic creatures who had cultivated demonic energy in life.

Furthermore, this Demonic Cultivator had modified each zombie, embedding steel plates in critical areas.

If a single human Martial Artist were to face any one of these zombies alone, it would be difficult to defeat them easily.

Compared to his own creations, the Demonic Cultivator seemed more interested in Shen Lin.

"An existence in the Meridian Opening Realm is rare enough, but someone like you, who is so suitable for being made into a Corpse Puppet, is even rarer. You're a rare find, young bones, a strong body..."

He looked at Shen Lin with burning eyes and impatiently waved his hand. The zombies surged forward, charging at Shen Lin.

If it were an ordinary Meridian Opening Realm cultivator, even someone like Hu Dongxing, the County Lieutenant of Qiulin County, would likely just turn and flee upon seeing this.

It couldn't be helped. Although Meridian Opening Realm cultivators had abundant vital energy, they were still mortal. Being surrounded and attacked by so many zombies, equivalent to the Martial Artist realm, could lead to trouble if they weren't careful.

Moreover, the Demonic Cultivator, positioned at the rear of the zombie horde, had vanished from his original spot at some unknown time.

Sinister laughter continuously echoed from within the zombie crowd.

The opponent was using the zombie horde as cover, and could emerge from the shadows at any moment to deliver a fatal blow.

But Shen Lin showed no signs of retreating. Instead, he held his long sword horizontally and charged straight ahead.

He used his sword as a saber, unleashing the Blood Battle Saber Technique with all his might.

Screech!

With a piercing sound, his long sword cut through the steel plate on a zombie, cleaving its upper body diagonally.

At the same time, Shen Lin shifted his momentum, ducking to evade a strike from a yamen runner zombie. His body twisted and spun, his long sword tracing a semicircle, directly bisecting it at the waist.

The Blood Battle Saber Technique was originally a martial art used by border troops for battlefield combat, and the current scene was perfectly suited for it to display its full power.

In just one exchange, Shen Lin had already killed two zombies.

But just as he was about to swing his sword again, a dark shadow shot out from his side without a sound, its black claws aimed directly at his heart.

The Demonic Cultivator had finally made his move.

And with this move, he unleashed a killing blow.

Shen Lin's vision was currently focused elsewhere, and his sword momentum was spent, leaving his chest exposed as a vulnerability. This was precisely the moment of weakness.

The Demonic Cultivator, having experienced many battles, seized this opportunity.

With this claw strike, Shen Lin, unable to defend himself in time, would have his heart ripped out.

The Demonic Cultivator seemed to envision the scene of him refining Shen Lin into a Corpse Puppet and then commanding it to wreak havoc.

But in the next moment, the black claw landed on Shen Lin's chest, tearing through his clothes, but it did not penetrate his flesh as the Demonic Cultivator had imagined.

Upon contact with Shen Lin's skin, the black claw scraped against it as if it were hardened steel, even sparking a burst of fire.

Qingqiu Body Tempering Art!

"Gotcha..."

Shen Lin chuckled lightly, flipped his long sword, and slashed down.

The Demonic Cultivator, momentarily stunned by this unexpected turn, had no time to react.

Slish!

The long sword landed on his shoulder, cutting through the skin and revealing a grayish-white steel plate.

This guy had actually modified his own body.

However, Shen Lin's strike was not without effect.

The blood dripping slowly down the sword and the pained expression on the Demonic Cultivator's face both indicated that the sword had indeed reached his flesh.

"Damn it!"

The Demonic Cultivator retracted his black claw, batted away Shen Lin's long sword, and rapidly retreated.

But how could Shen Lin, who had finally managed to force the opponent out of hiding, let him escape so easily?

At almost the same time, Shen Lin also rushed out.

His long sword whistled as it thrust directly towards the opponent's face.

Even if the Demonic Cultivator had modified its head, this sword strike would still pierce through its skull.

At the same time, several Zombies, brandishing their fangs and claws, seemed to try and block Shen Lin's path as he charged forward.

However, with their Martial Artist realm strength, how could they possibly stop Shen Lin?

At most, they could only leave a few minor injuries on Shen Lin.

Exchanging a few flesh wounds for the Demonic Cultivator's life was still very much worth it.

Shen Lin merely glanced at those Zombies before looking back at the Demonic Cultivator.

But just then, he saw the corner of the Demonic Cultivator's mouth suddenly curve upwards, revealing a sinister smile.

An inexplicable sense of crisis surged in his heart.

"Cloud Rolling Meteor!!!"

Shen Lin decisively changed his move, stopping his charge and immediately shifting his stance. He spun, unleashing countless sword strikes around him.

Clang, clang, clang...

With a series of crisp sounds, the Zombies were repelled, and Shen Lin was unharmed.

He slowly turned his head, looking at the nearest Zombie.

It was a Zombie that had been refined by a human. Its teeth and claws had all been modified by the Demonic Cultivator, replaced with sharp iron implements.

And those fangs and claws, under the moonlight, now emitted a strange blue glow.

"You may be young, but your combat experience is quite good?"

The Demonic Cultivator looked at Shen Lin with some surprise, saying with a hint of regret.

"Poison?"

Shen Lin asked in a deep voice.

"That's right!" The Demonic Cultivator nodded, a cruel smile appearing on its lips. "The Azure Serpent Clan's Natal Profound Poison. It's fatal upon contact with blood!"

Shen Lin felt a bit fortunate at that moment. Thankfully, he had played it safe and hadn't tried to trade injuries for a life.

Otherwise, if even a tiny bit of his skin had been scratched by these Zombies, it would have been a major problem.

"You're not the only Meridian Opening Realm cultivator I've encountered. I've killed three or four others with strength like yours before."

"Those people were all arrogant, relying on their powerful strength, believing themselves to be almost unrivaled in this Meridian Opening Realm."

"But they weren't Innate realm Martial Artists. Without the protection of their vital energy shields, as long as they sustained even a small wound from my little treasures, they would succumb to the poison."

"It's truly laughable! They were already old and unsightly, yet they still didn't break through immediately, all thinking of opening one more meridian to pursue that elusive supreme realm of martial arts."

"What a pity. If their bones hadn't already aged and been unable to withstand my modifications, I could have had a few more decent toys."

"And you..."

"Are the most perfect material I've ever seen!"

The cold autumn wind carried his icy whisper, gradually being drowned out by the roars of the Zombies.