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Chapter 3 - The Zombie Crystal Core, which enhances the physical body, and the technique of cultivating the physical and spiritual aspects simultaneously.

In a residential building somewhere, Wu Ping’s figure silently emerged. In front of him, an elderly zombie roamed, covered in stains and blood. Suddenly, the zombie sensed something, lifting its nose to sniff the air and roaring.

The next moment, Wu Ping swiftly approached, attacking the zombie from behind. He pressed the zombie’s head against the wall, using a hand to apply a technique. The struggling zombie lost resistance, and Wu Ping extracted a semi-transparent soul.

Despite its zombie appearance, this soul was potent. Wu Ping’s fingers moved swiftly, diminishing the soul until it was the size of a fist. He licked his lips, savouring the sensation as he consumed the soul, relieving the pain and obstruction within him.

“Too bad there’s no spiritual energy in this world for cultivation. It would be nice to stay here,” Wu Ping reflected.

Squatting down, Wu Ping smashed the zombie’s head on the cement, revealing a white crystal nucleus. Nonchalantly wiping it on himself, he tossed it into his mouth, unbothered by potential infection.

Wu Ping felt a warmth spreading through his body as he consumed the crystal nucleus. Although the enhancement was subtle, he was content. Even though his strength had increased by only about two or three-tenths of his original physical fitness, he was satisfied with the result. Moreover, compared to the physical fitness of people in this world, even though Wu Ping’s body was only fourteen years old, it was much stronger than that of adults.

The operation of spiritual power, if the physical body couldn’t become stronger along with it, then it was better not to practice at all.

Yes, the cultivator’s body was weak, but that was also in relation to the people in that world.

The topic has strayed. Let’s get back to it.

Wu Ping frowned a little, unsure if it was an illusion. He felt a deeper understanding of soul-swallowing and blood-flame techniques with the zombie crystal nucleus in his lower belly.

He acquired these two things today and swallowed them down without much comprehension. Just remembering was enough. When it came to understanding, he didn’t have much. But he found that those areas he didn’t understand seemed to make sense. Even the spiritual power running in his body was faster than before.

“Could it be that the zombie crystal nucleus enhances the physical body and the understanding of spiritual power?”

Wu Ping, thinking of this, couldn’t sit still.

If that’s true, his opportunities have greatly increased!

He raised his hand, chanting words, mobilising spiritual power in his body. He spat out a drop of heart blood, pointing his hand, “Ignite!”

Boom!

The heart’s blood instantly exploded into a small red fireball.

“This is the fire seed of the Blood Flame technique.”

“Descend.”

The fire seed fell on the zombie’s body, burning like maggots on its flesh. The flame grew, quickly covering the zombie’s entire body.

In a short time, the zombie’s body was completely burnt, not a hair left. The fire seed slowly rose, noticeably larger than before. However, it was still far from enough compared to the fire clouds in his mind.

Wu Ping was not in a hurry. In the apocalyptic world, was there a shortage of corpses?

“I am truly the inheritor of noble virtues. Whether it’s the soul or the body, I make perfect use of them, no waste. It’s truly moving.”

Wu Ping was in a good mood, joking as he continued to walk forward. In this building, he saw many zombies. Perhaps due to OCD, Wu Ping chose to hunt from the top down.

It’s like when eating, Wu Ping always eats the less tasty food first and saves the best for last. Whether using soul-refining streamers or blood-flame techniques, it consumes spiritual power.

Wu Ping’s own cultivation base was only at the three-fold spiritual guidance level. However, when facing the second zombie, he found himself struggling. The spiritual power in his body was drained. In the Immortal Cultivation Realm cabin, Wu Ping lay on the bed, his eyes wide open. His body greedily absorbed the surrounding aura to compensate for the depleted spiritual power.

“It seems it’s time for me to prepare a storage bag or a storage ring.”

Lacking storage tools was inconvenient, but these items were not cheap. Even the most basic storage bag required several spirit stones. Wu Ping was a bit financially strained, although the family had money. Unfortunately, he couldn’t enjoy the family’s benefits. He was just a sacrificial pawn.

His parents were ordinary people in the family. Wu Ping returned to the Blood Rain Sect for cultivation because the Wu family wanted a long-term relationship and loyalty with the Blood Rain Sect. Every few years, the Wu family sends children from the direct and outer families to the Blood Rain Sect. Those from the direct family receive better treatment, including attention from the Blood Rain Sect and resources from the family.

As an ordinary member of the outer family, Wu Ping’s treatment was less favourable. Survival was already considered fortunate, as death was common in this sect of magic cultivation despite restrictions on combat.

Although Wu Ping initially aimed to simply survive, now he found himself contemplating many things.