Haotai Hotel.
By the time Chu Xuan returned, dusk had already settled.
He grabbed a bucket of instant noodles and two cans of beef, then began preparing dinner.
Cultivators, as their cultivation grows and they enter the Foundation Establishment Stage, can achieve Fasting (bìgǔ), subsisting on the essence of the world and forgoing Mortal food.
However, Chu Xuan hadn’t reached the Foundation Establishment Stage yet.
Besides, it had been over twenty years since he last had instant noodles, so what’s wrong with eating a lot?
In Zhao Hong’s small warehouse, instant noodles were piled high like mountains, along with various chocolates and biscuits, all highly durable foods.
It was more than enough for Chu Xuan to have a hearty meal by himself.
There was no sound from any of the bathtubs now.
Chu Xuan instructed Little Tiger and Little Leopard to take the two Spirit Dogs out to hunt on their own, and to bring back a few lively zombies to serve as Cauldrons for the spirit plants.
However, he had given Little Tiger and Little Leopard orders not to casually prey on living people, but to prioritize hunting zombies.
Little Tiger and Little Leopard were Yin Corpses he had refined; if they were to slaughter innocent Mortals, the Karma generated would naturally fall upon him.
He didn’t want all the Karma he had just gained to vanish in the blink of an eye.
After giving the command, Little Tiger and Little Leopard roared in unison, indicating their understanding.
Seeing that Big Yellow and Er Huang (Second Yellow) next to them remained silent,
Little Tiger went up and delivered a kick, sending them flying.
The two Spirit Dogs whined and nodded repeatedly.
After watching them leave, Chu Xuan sat down cross-legged and began absorbing the large blood bead.
The fist-sized large blood bead floated before him, and wisps of blood Qi entered his mouth and nose, circulating within his body according to the Cultivation Technique of the Blood Transformation Spirit Seizing Art.
After each major circulation, Chu Xuan’s spiritual power would grow stronger.
Thus, two days later…
Chu Xuan’s aura suddenly broke through the Bottleneck.
In an instant, it was as if a fish had entered the vast ocean, swimming freely.
He abruptly opened his eyes, revealing a look of joy.
“Qi Refining Seventh Layer!”
The Qi Refining Seventh Layer belonged to the Late Stage of Qi Refining.
“The seventh layer of the Blood Transformation Spirit Seizing Art, there’s also a new Spell.
I can give it a try.”
Excluding those without defensive capabilities, his current Spells only included the “Spirit Blood Shield” learned from the fourth layer of the Blood Transformation Spirit Seizing Art.
It was a Medium Grade defensive Spell of the Qi Refinement Stage.
Most of the time, he relied on Corpse Soldiers and Gu worms for defense.
Now, having mastered the seventh layer of the Blood Transformation Spirit Seizing Art, he possessed a powerful High Grade Spell.
Chu Xuan immediately stood up and condensed his spiritual power.
A mournful green flame gradually gathered in his palm.
At a certain moment, when the green flame expanded to its limit, Chu Xuan suddenly blasted it out.
Bang!
A large hole was abruptly blown into the wall.
Debris splattered everywhere.
Around the hole, green flames continued to burn for more than ten minutes before gradually subsiding.
Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow.
As expected of a High Grade Spell of the Qi Refinement Stage, its power was immense.
This Spell was called “Nether Fire Bullet.”
The Wuji Sect had a total of four Qi Refinement Stage Cultivation Techniques, and among them, there were nine corresponding High Grade offensive Spells for the Qi Refinement Stage.
But the Nether Fire Bullet was clearly the most powerful offensive one among them.
Of course, it also had a fatal flaw.
That was, the charging time was too long, and it consumed a lot of spiritual power.
With Chu Xuan’s current spiritual power, he could only cast it three times at most.
During the charging period, it was easy to be attacked.
If the Spell failed to hit the enemy, it would be even worse.
He would inevitably fall into a passive, defensive position.
However, Chu Xuan was not too worried about missing.
With so many Corpse Soldiers under his command, he could effectively restrict the enemy’s movement.
The Blood Steel Wire also possessed the innate Spell of Blood Binding Art, making it easier to control enemies.
“Not bad, not bad.
I should practice more in the future to master the Nether Fire Bullet more skillfully.”
Chu Xuan was about to continue casting the Nether Fire Bullet.
But he heard a sound coming from the bathtub area.
Roar!
Roar!
A Yin Corpse crawled out of the bathtub and respectfully came to Chu Xuan’s side.
Immediately after, other Yin Corpses also woke up one after another and came before Chu Xuan.
Chu Xuan had already dripped blood into their Corpse Refining medicinal liquid early on.
Although it wasn’t essence blood, they had already acknowledged him as their master in advance.
Therefore, they were so respectful to Chu Xuan.
Chu Xuan placed them one by one into the Corpse Raising Tower and used his Appraisal Art to appraise them.
The results were somewhat disappointing.
All six Yin Corpses were only of Low Grade Aptitude, and their Spells were also very poor.
Pounce Art, pouncing a certain distance.
Leap Art, making jumping ability stronger.
These were still acceptable, at least somewhat useful.
Other Yin Corpses even had things like Frenzied Eating Art, which accelerated eating speed.
Water Absorption Art, allowing them to store water in their stomachs.
Purification Art, which could purify sewage.
Chu Xuan even saw a Self-Destruct Art, which would make them rush up and self-destruct in battle.
He reluctantly gave the order that this fellow should never use its Spell.
I painstakingly used Corpse Refining medicinal liquid and put in effort to cultivate you, and for the sake of fighting a small monster, you rush up and self-destruct.
Isn’t that outrageous?
“This guy still hasn’t woken up?”
Chu Xuan came to the foremost bathtub.
Zhao Hong’s corpse was being refined inside.
However, only a thin layer of medicinal liquid remained.
The other Yin Corpses had already been taken out.
But he still hadn’t woken up.
Chu Xuan was actually quite pleased.
Because this was a good thing.
It indicated that Zhao Hong’s corpse was diligently absorbing all the Essence (jīnghuá) from the Corpse Refining medicinal liquid and had not yet stopped.
Chu Xuan thought for a moment, then prepared another bucket of Corpse Refining medicinal liquid and poured it into Zhao Hong’s bathtub.
“At this rate, it will probably take another three to five days.”
Chu Xuan then found an empty room and began to practice the Nether Fire Bullet.
On the other side.
Black Fang Security Company.
Compared to the Haotai Hotel occupied by the Spirit Hound Gang,
This place appeared much cleaner and tidier.
The company was surrounded by an iron fence, which was also entwined with barbed wire.
The barbed wire was stained with blood and had quite a bit of shredded flesh on it.
Clearly, it had played an important role in resisting the zombies.
At this moment, a man stood at the entrance, “Open the door, I am Wang Yong.”
The gate slowly opened, and Wang Yong strode in.
Two skinny men approached, grinning, “Brother Yong, you sent those three people away?”
Wang Yong wiped the sweat from his forehead, “Sent them away, sent them away.
The Linjiang Army will send people to pick them up.”
“Where is my cousin?
I have something important to tell him.”
One of the skinny men pointed to a three-story building and whispered, “The manager is doing business in there, Brother Yong.
It’s best not to go now, don’t disturb the manager’s mood.”
Wang Yong frowned deeply, “No, this is very important, I must go.”
He quickened his pace and rushed over.
As soon as he reached downstairs, he heard faint, alluring sounds coming from inside the building.
At the entrance of the three-story building, a tall and burly man stood guard.
Wang Yong wanted to go straight upstairs, but he was stopped.
“I want to see my cousin!”
He growled.
The burly man was expressionless, “The manager ordered that he won’t see anyone, including you.”
Wang Yong gritted his teeth and simply shouted at the top of his lungs, “Brother!
I’m Wang Yong!
I have something important to tell you!”
The small building was silent for a moment, then a sudden sound of a table being slammed came from inside.
A man with a buzz cut poked his head out of the window and angrily said, “Damn it, don’t you know I’m busy?”
After a while, he grumbled, “Come up.”