Chapter 121: The Drought Demon

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“Ling’er, look quickly, what kind of ghostly creature is this?” Lin Yanghao asked instinctively, unsure.

“A Drought Demon.” Ling’er let out a light exclamation, clearly startled by the monster before them.

Although Ling’er couldn’t assist Lin Yanghao directly, she could at least answer his questions.

“What exactly is a Drought Demon?” Lin Yanghao was somewhat puzzled.

He had never heard of such a thing before.

“It has a more common name—zombie,” Ling’er explained, her gaze fixed on the creature.

Lin Yanghao was momentarily stunned.

This creature in front of him was the legendary zombie? This world even had zombies?

It wasn’t surprising that Lin Yanghao was shocked; on Earth, he had heard countless tales of zombies.

Now to see one in person here was truly astonishing.

Zombies, like human cultivators, were divided into nine cultivation levels: Jumping Zombie, Flying Zombie, Iron Zombie, Copper Zombie, White Zombie, Black Zombie, Hairy Zombie, Drought Demon, and Roar.

Their strength corresponded to the nine great realms of cultivation.

Zombies were formed from mutated corpses, but only in yin places could they arise.

The chance of a corpse becoming a zombie was one in ten thousand, let alone cultivating to such a high level.

From Jumping Zombie to Copper Zombie, zombies lacked intelligence; only upon reaching White Zombie would they begin to develop awareness.

And Ling’er had just said the creature before them was already a Drought Demon, equivalent to the Tribulation Crossing stage.

Lin Yanghao broke out in a cold sweat.

Facing a servant at the Tribulation Crossing stage, even with wings, escape would be impossible.

And before absolute strength, all spells and techniques were meaningless.

So Lin Yanghao’s mysterious ghost steps were utterly useless here.

Damn, could this be the legendary treasure?

If so, whoever wants it can have it—Lin Yanghao didn’t even have time to run.

At the same time, he understood why Ling’er had sensed the stench of death outside; it was all because of this creature.

“Boy, who are you?” a chilling voice echoed.

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Of course, the speaker was the zombie.

Bone Stone appeared furious now; Lin Yanghao’s sudden intrusion had caught him off guard.

Bone Stone had been dormant here for nearly a thousand years.

Not long ago, he finally broke through to the Drought Demon realm, eager to stabilize his strength.

He was halfway through when Lin Yanghao unexpectedly interrupted him.

How could Bone Stone not be furious?

All his efforts were nearly wasted.

“Sorry for the disturbance. I’ll leave immediately. You carry on, carry on,” Lin Yanghao said, turning to leave.

But Bone Stone would never let him go.

Before Lin Yanghao could take a step, Bone Stone had already grabbed him.

His claws were like iron rods, leaving Lin Yanghao no chance to escape.

Even moving was difficult now.

“Speak! How did you get in here?” Bone Stone’s mind was filled with questions.

Not to mention the illusion array and maze inside, even the stone door outside was impossible for a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator to open.

Even a Consolidation stage cultivator would find it difficult to open the stone door.

The illusion array and maze inside were impossible even for Consolidation cultivators.

In the maze, Bone Stone had set up a soul-sealing formation just in case.

His defenses were flawless.

Even if someone could break in, Bone Stone never imagined it would be a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

“Tell me! How did you get in?” Bone Stone demanded again as Lin Yanghao remained silent.

“Well, I was brought in by a group of Advanced Nascent Soul stage seniors. They said there was treasure here, so... I just wandered here blindly,” Lin Yanghao lied smoothly, shifting all blame to those outside.

Let them be the scapegoats.

“I see.” Bone Stone nodded upon hearing this.

Lin Yanghao’s story was almost flawless; Bone Stone found no flaws.

His explanation made sense: those people used secret techniques to break the stone door, then broke the array core, now trapped in the maze, while he accidentally wandered here.

At that moment, an idea suddenly sparked in Bone Stone’s mind.

“Withered Yin Spirit Refinement.” This was a secret technique Bone Stone had acquired by chance long ago.

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It could absorb cultivators’ power for its own use. Bone Stone’s cultivation was unstable now, liable to drop back to Hairy Zombie stage at any moment.

Then, the thousand years of cultivation would be wasted.

Could he expect another thousand years?

Advancing as a zombie was much harder than for spirit beasts. The hardships Bone Stone endured to reach this point were beyond measure.

Now advancing to Drought Demon was a sweet reward after bitter toil.

If his realm fell, he would never have the chance to reach Drought Demon again.

So Bone Stone was willing to pay any price to maintain his cultivation.

“Lin Yanghao, I understand now. He just advanced to Drought Demon, and was consolidating his cultivation when you disturbed him,” Ling’er said helplessly.

Indeed, Lin Yanghao had acted improperly; intruding into someone’s home without cause was unreasonable anywhere.

Their reaction was understandable.

Lin Yanghao smiled awkwardly. So, in that case, he truly owed them an apology.

“There’s no treasure here. That was clearly the celestial phenomenon during his advancement to Drought Demon,” Ling’er added.

Lin Yanghao found it amusing.

Those people had mistaken the advancement phenomenon for the emergence of a treasure.

He wondered what they would think if they knew—probably they would spew blood in shock.

Meanwhile, Yu Lao San finally reunited with the others.

They lacked Lin Yanghao’s spiritual sense; everyone’s spiritual awareness was now paralyzed.

So they could only wander aimlessly in the maze.

“Damn it, what kind of place is this? Why is it so sinister?” Jin Buhuan cursed loudly.

Though Jin Buhuan’s cultivation was not high, he had always relied on strong spiritual perception and awareness to achieve surprise victories.

Now, losing that was worse than death.

“Yu Lao San, are you useless or what? You let a Foundation Establishment kid escape from your hands,” Dongfang Wang taunted.

Dongfang Wang and Yu Lao San had been rivals for centuries; now that he had a chance to mock Yu Lao San, he wouldn’t miss it.

“Hmph, if you’re so capable, you try it. That kid’s movement is strange,” Yu Lao San retorted indignantly.