Han Mo's Cultivation Chronicle (5)

Han Mo tightened his clothes, glanced at the inconspicuous little bottle hanging from his waist, and quietly walked outside. He dressed as usual, in tattered, purplish clothes, carrying a stained water bucket on his back, keeping his body low and constantly looking around.

In peacetime, his appearance would definitely attract attention, but in this chaotic and apocalyptic world, it's just standard attire.

Hearing commotion in the distance, Han Mo showed no interest in going to watch the commotion. Instead, he quickened his pace and headed towards other places. Excessive curiosity usually brings disaster, and only by remaining cautious can one survive.

Unfortunately, some things can't be avoided just because you want to. The wall next to them was smashed open, and a tall figure rushed out, covered in dust, and grabbed a person who was trying to escape.

The fingernails were as sharp as knives, easily piercing the skin and embedding themselves in the person's neck. Tiny, scarlet blood vessels ran along the carotid artery, frantically absorbing blood, while another person closely followed.

Although Han Mo knew that Zombie existed, he didn't expect to encounter one so soon. The tall figure was the same one he had met at the city gate before. Sure enough, he was Zombie.

Han Mo lowered his body and ran to the other side, while turning back to look at the person who had chased after him. The person had an ordinary appearance, similar to Han Mo himself, and looked fairly strong. He was dressed similarly, and was holding a long sword made of wood. The workmanship was not very good, and judging from the marks, it was probably just made today.

"Peach wood sword!" Recalling the contents of the True Explanation of Artifact Refining, Han Mo instantly understood how the damage on the Zombie giant's body had occurred. This special wood was extremely effective against Zombie; even the Zombie's impenetrable body could be easily pierced with a hole.

"Judging from his aura, this person's strength is about the same as mine, but I wonder what other magical artifacts he has besides the peach wood sword." Han Mo slowed down his escape and hid in a street corner to quietly observe the situation.

"His complexion is natural, without any stiffness, and he can suck blood through his veins. This is a third-generation Zombie." Han Mo immediately made the same judgment about the big man, and deep down, he became less optimistic about his fellow Daoist.

Although the Daoist priest seems to have the upper hand now, it's because the Zombie doesn't know much about the Daoist priest. He was too careless and didn't guard against the peach wood sword, allowing the Daoist priest to catch him off guard and leave him somewhat stunned. Now that he's calmed down, the Daoist priest probably doesn't have much of an advantage anymore.

"However, this is a gathering place, and I estimate that Correctors will arrive soon, which is why he is so fearless." Han Mo noticed that his companion was holding a peach wood sword, and his expression only showed tension and excitement, not fear, so he understood what his companion was planning.

By using this Zombie to gain entry into the eyes of the Correctors and to acquire more magical artifacts through Correctors resources, he is ambitious and clever enough. Compared to Han Mo, he is much bolder. Even if Han Mo had such an opportunity, he would think twice before acting.

For example, Han Mo was currently contemplating whether to try and get a share of the pie, hoping to use this opportunity to connect with the upper class. However, after some thought, Han Mo decided to give up. The Correctors' attitude towards Daoists was unclear, so it was better to let this fellow practitioner scout ahead first. Although this might mean missing out on some benefits, in Han Mo's view, the risk was too high, and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

The Zombie dropped the dried corpse it was holding and charged straight at the unknown young man. Because of his mistake in moving forward, he had been discovered and exposed, and escape was basically impossible. So the most important thing now was to find out why the young man had restrained himself earlier.

The noise he just made here means there's a high chance his clansmen are nearby, which means his sacrifice won't be in vain.

Fang Hao, carrying his slightly crooked peach wood sword, looked at the charging Zombie, exhaled, and circulated his spiritual energy to his eyes to enhance his dynamic vision; otherwise, his senses wouldn't be able to keep up with the Zombie's speed.

"We've stalled long enough, why hasn't the Correctors appeared yet?" Fang Hao swung his sword, forcing the Zombie back. After the zombie regained its composure, he could barely keep his life from its attacks. If the Zombie hadn't been wary of his peach wood sword and was also testing him, he probably would have been in danger long ago.

"Did I bet wrong? No, perhaps the Correctors has already arrived, but he's also interested in Daoists, so he didn't act immediately and plans to observe!" Fang Hao understood this and breathed a sigh of relief, but then immediately realized something was wrong.

A pebble hurtled toward his head at incredible speed. He could see it clearly with his eyes enhanced by spiritual power, but his reaction time wasn't fast enough, and he could only watch helplessly as the pebble hurtled toward his head.

"I was too overconfident!" Fang Hao used all his strength to dodge to the other side, and then saw the space in front of him distort. The pebble instantly shattered and turned into dust. A man in a white suit looked at Fang Hao with interest, then turned around, pointed a finger, and a white light flashed, piercing through the head of the Zombie giant.

Then, like a candle being burned in a raging fire, the big man melted away rapidly, turning into a puddle of liquid, which quickly evaporated into gas and disappeared.

Fang Hao gasped for breath. It seemed he had guessed correctly; the Correctors had arrived long ago, but had been hiding in the shadows. This was good, as it lowered the Daoists' reputation and reduced the Correctors' hostility, or at least slowed their arrival.

"I'm very interested in your previous power. Would you like to talk about it?" The Correctors approached Fang Hao with a smile on his face.

Fang Hao quickly and respectfully agreed. Han Mo watched the two disappear, slung his basket over his shoulder, and headed out of the city. Judging from the Correctors's attitude, it seemed that his fellow cultivator had won the gamble. He would now have the Correctors's support, and he wouldn't lack magical artifacts.

However, Han Mo was not Envy. He had gained so much, and the pressure he would face next would definitely not be small. For example, Han Mo obtained the cultivation technique through the food in that beverage cup. He did not know how his peer obtained it, but how to explain the existence of the cultivation technique, whether to hand over the artifact that passed on the cultivation technique, and the tests he would face from the Correctors were all problems that needed to be solved.

"Until the situation becomes clear, I will remain independent. Even if I am exposed, I must stay with the group and hide in the crowd, making multiple preparations..." Han Mo calculated in his mind, and it seemed that several magical artifacts and spells were very suitable for escaping.