Chapter 87 - The Tragic Demonic Cultivator
“Asking for death!” Resentful from being scared back by a little girl’s gaze, the granny stretched her shriveled fingers toward the edge of the sword without care.
She had expected that the seemingly unremarkable sword would certainly shatter into pieces under her grasp.
However, with a light clang, the granny’s hand was shaken off.
Before she could react, the sword in the youth’s hands divided itself into two. Under the stunned gaze of the old biddy, the sword in his left hand pierced her from the back.
“You!” The granny turned around in shock, and sharp thorns suddenly came out from the tips of her 10 shriveled fingers, aiming for the youth’s arm.
A blue shimmer gleamed from the tip of the 10 thorns, its high toxicity apparent at first glance—the type that would cause death with a single touch.
Qiao Mu was looking on from the side when her pupils constricted, and confusion arose in her eyes. The sharp thorns seemed to resemble poisonous thorny vines.
Could it be?
“So you are a demonic cultivator.” Contempt flashed through Ao Ye’s eyes. “Unfortunately, the level of your poisonous thorny vines appears to be a bit low.”
It was common knowledge that any mystic cultivator above level 10 could find a strong mystic beast and make a contract with it. At that time, their fighting strength would also raise quite a bit.
In truth, since a majority of the people in the world could not become mystic cultivators, then a portion of them would often switch careers and become body cultivators, also known as normal martial artists. Their strength naturally could not be compared to that of a mystic cultivator, but they still had a large advantage over normal people.
Furthermore, there was an even smaller portion of people who, in the pursuit of supreme power, ignored all costs and would switch over to become demonic cultivators. In the eyes of the people, being a demonic cultivator was definitely a frightening and dark career.
Compared to the brightness and openness of a mystic cultivator, demonic cultivators were typically labeled as evil and dark. These types of people extracted the power of evil beasts and plants and fused these powers into themselves for their use.
The most common result was that their physical body incorporated a portion of strength from those evil beasts and plants. Like the old biddy before them, parts of her fingers could mutate into poisonous thorny vines, illustrating that her fusion was considered successful.
Although demonic cultivators might be incredibly disdained by everyone right now, but after the zombie outbreak occurred, the survival advantage these people held would quickly make itself known.
In the later stages where people completed missions in exchange for supplies, quite a number of operation squads were formed. At that time, the status of a demonic cultivator in the team could be comparable to an apothecary’s, they were a necessary and vital member of the squad.
In any case, however rare this demonic cultivator was, her existence ceased to be necessary.
Qiao Mu could not be bothered to investigate the old biddy’s identity and ordered again, “Kill her.”
“Yes, Little Lord!”
“Roar!” Ao Ye suddenly released a giant sleek and pitch-black beast. With a leap, the beast gripped the old biddy’s arm in its mouth and chewed it a few times. Then, it spat out a pile of mushy meat on the ground.
It was a black panther the size of a small elephant whose glossy coat shimmered under the rays of the sun.
When Ao Ye released this giant beast, Qiao Mu’s eyes suddenly brightened. It was her first time in this life seeing a mystic beast this gigantic with such frightening battle strength.
It could rip off the arm of a level eight mystic cultivator with a single bite, causing her to lose her fighting ability. This black panther was truly brilliant.
The rich crown prince was truly lavish! An offhandedly sent subordinate could kill a level eight mystic cultivator in a second. Although Qiao Mu could not see through Ao Ye’s level with her cultivation, she knew from the very beginning that Ao Ye had a higher cultivation than the old biddy.