Demon Cultivator

Shen Lin frowned, recalling the monsters he'd only seen in movies in his past life.

Just then, with a roar from the opponent, the remaining Constables slowly crawled up, their forms grotesque as they converged on Shen Lin.

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

It was then that he finally realized what was wrong.

After killing the demon tiger, the System hadn't prompted him about how much Demon lifespan he'd gained.

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

Of course, the System wouldn't prompt.

Because these things were already dead.

"What bad luck!"

Shen Lin cursed under his breath.

He'd come on this trip specifically to kill Demons and gain Demon lifespan.

This pile of dead things was useless to him.

Although 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 die.

He twirled his long sword, and Shen Lin charged forward.

Even if they were dead, as long as their heads were severed, they should lose the ability to move.

Qi and Blood Force surged through his eight meridians, a powerful force applied to the sharp treasure sword as he unleashed a strike.

Swish!

A cold glint flashed, and a Constable's head flew into the air. The mangled body instantly lost all mobility and collapsed to the ground.

It worked!

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

With his current strength, combined with the sharp sword obtained from Old Master Bai, chopping off a head was no harder than cutting vegetables.

But as the sword entered the opponent's neck, he felt a strange resistance.

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

He lowered his head and looked at the cut on the corpse, his brow furrowing slightly.

Beneath the skin and flesh, there was a thick layer of steel plate.

This zombie was artificial!

It seemed the previous strike had stunned the zombies. They stood frozen, emitting low growls at Shen Lin, but didn't charge.

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

"Master Shen! Are you alright... What are these..."

The Hunter who had caught up saw the scene and gasped.

And that Grave Robber had also followed.

He trembled uncontrollably, appearing terrified, and instinctively hid behind Shen Lin.

But even then, he didn't feel safe. He moved closer to Shen Lin, his lips trembling as he said, "Wasn't that a big worm just now? Why are these constables... Maybe we should leave quickly..."

Shen Lin didn't turn around, but he felt the man approaching, his eyes narrowing.

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

Bang!

The Grave Robber, who had been slowly approaching Shen Lin, felt a jolt to his head. He instinctively reached up to touch the back of his skull.

He turned his head dazedly and saw the Hunter holding a broken axe handle, looking at him with confusion.

Just then, the broken axe spun through the air and fell. A few strands of hair drifted down from the back of the Grave Robber's head.

For some reason, the Hunter had suddenly attacked, swinging the axe fiercely at the Grave Robber.

But the guy's head seemed to be made of iron. The axe strike produced sparks, and the axe in the Hunter's hand snapped.

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

"You're asking for death!!!"

The Grave Robber erupted in fury.

A mere mortal, ruining my plans!!!

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

It wasn't flesh and blood, but a black iron claw.

At this moment, his entire aura exploded, his imposing presence astonishing, comparable to an Opening Meridians Realm Martial Artist.

Before his claws could land on the Hunter, a massive force slammed into him.

BOOM!

Shen Lin kicked out, sending the attacker flying backward. He crashed through a tree trunk as thick as a bowl and disappeared into the woods.

Shen Lin looked at the Hunter with a hint of helplessness. "Unnecessary... When did you notice something was off about him?"

The Hunter glanced back, his heart still pounding, at the figure Shen Lin had just kicked meters away.

He had used all his strength, his axe hitting the opponent's skull with full force, but it had no effect.

Yet Shen Lin's single kick was so powerful...

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

"These Grave Robbers, do any of them work alone? Someone should always be on lookout. And his boots were far too clean."

Watching the Hunter's simple, honest expression, Shen Lin couldn't help but sigh. A hunter who spent his days in the wilderness truly had a sharp eye.

But now...

He looked at the few zombies that had inexplicably stopped moving and waved the Hunter away. "Get further back. You can't get involved in what happens next."

"What happens next???"

The Hunter was confused.

Shen Lin's kick had sent the man crashing through several trees. In such a state, how could that person still...

"Outrageous!!!"

With a roar, the Grave Robber burst out of the woods.

He was covered in fallen leaves and wood debris, looking even more disheveled.

But judging by his booming voice and steady steps, Shen Lin's kick had had no effect on him whatsoever.

The Hunter silently retreated to a safe distance.

These two were more monstrous than any beast he'd encountered in the mountains. He couldn't afford to provoke them.

Shen Lin chuckled, looking at his opponent. "A Grave Robber in the Opening Meridians Realm. I haven't seen many like you."

From the first moment he saw this guy, he had sensed something unusual about the energy within him.

The occasional fluctuations he felt were even stronger than those of Miss Zijing, the Flying Thief.

At least an Opening Meridians Realm cultivator who had opened five meridians.

That's why he had been wary.

He had originally planned to use the opportunity of the sneak attack to counter-attack.

But the Hunter's unnecessary action had disrupted his plan.

Now, it would be more troublesome.

Shen Lin slowly raised his long sword, pointing it at the Grave Robber. "I'm just curious, what kind of martial art can achieve this? Controlling corpses, it looks more like the methods of the Yao Clan."

"Petty human arts can naturally not achieve this."

The Grave Robber, who had been angry moments ago, calmed down, a fanatical look on his face. "Only the Holy Race can possess such great power."

Seeing his fanatical devotion, Shen Lin's heart stirred, and he sneered, "So that's how it is. You're a Demon Cultivator!"

Among humans, there were always those who sought shortcuts.

Compared to the arduous training required for human martial arts to gain strength, they yearned for the innate divine abilities of the Yao Clan.

These people hated their origins, despised their own kind, and focused all their efforts on serving the Demons to gain power.

Some of them had indeed obtained some methods from the Yao Clan.

Practicing Yao Clan secret arts in human form, abandoning their own bloodlines – these traitors were collectively known as Demon Cultivators by the Great Wei Dynasty.

Thinking this, Shen Lin's regret over not encountering a demon gradually subsided, replaced by a growing interest.

Although he couldn't gain the lifespan of a Demon, the Demon Suppression Bureau also had a significant bounty on Demon Cultivators.