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The seeds drifted gently towards the pit, and Wu Ping seemed immune to its foul, putrid odour. His anticipation grew as the seeds settled. Once in place, they began to draw the blood within the pit back, creating a peculiar sensation in Wu Ping’s heart.

The seeds germinated, their roots penetrating the corpses, fervently extracting nutrients. Simultaneously, an intense yearning for aura reached out to Wu Ping. Knowing this world had no aura, he retrieved spirit stones from his storage bag. Despite his tarnished reputation in Nanyang, Wu Ping had gained tangible benefits – thirty spirit stones, each a gift from various families.

Throwing several spirit stones beside the germinating seeds, Wu Ping observed as hair-thin roots instantly latched onto the stones, greedily absorbing the contained aura. The magic tree grew before his eyes at a visible pace, from a finger-sized seed to germination, rooting, and reaching five and ten centimetres in height.

As the first young leaf appeared, a golden light enveloped the scene, illuminating half the sky. Wu Ping was perplexed by the golden leaves growing on the bloody trunk, contrasting with the red leaves of He Jun’s tree. Jumping out of the pit to investigate, he found no abnormalities or odd sensations, and his body felt unusually comfortable. Even the bottleneck in his cultivation was rapidly loosening. But why the difference?

Eventually, the nutrients in the pit were depleted, leaving behind a desiccated leather bag and bones. The magic tree, now as thick as Wu Ping’s arms, continued to convey feelings of joy and desire to him through the absorbed flesh and blood of the zombies. Aura, flesh, blood, and the impending breakthrough pressed upon Wu Ping simultaneously. He realised he was about to be busy.

Suppressing the imminent breakthrough, he saved it for the Immortal Cultivation Realm. However, he couldn’t delay the consumption of flesh and blood. Fearing it might not feed, Wu Ping flew out of the pit.

Xu Feifei, who had been standing by the pit, holding an iron chain with Dong Sheng’s and others’ heads, greeted him. “I acted swiftly, tearing off their heads in one go without causing any pain.”

“Good job. Gather everyone; I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

“Sure.”

……..

In a very short time, Wu Ping led everyone to drench the entire school grounds in blood, clearing out all the zombies within. The primary force behind their success was the soul-refining streamers, formidable tools against the ferocious entities lurking within. These were no ordinary spirits. They were ghosts, impervious to harm from zombies.

The group faced minimal resistance. The soul-refining streamers wreaked havoc on the undead, rendering them helpless against the relentless attacks. Monks could deal with ghosts due to their spiritual power, but these entities lacked such vulnerability.

Tianke and the tyrant were instrumental in the massacre. Tianke proved to be a powerhouse, obliterating everything in its path. Even third-level zombies were no match, torn to shreds and left in pieces. The tyrant, functioning as a tank, flew through the school, decimating any opposition encountered.

Thousands of zombies were annihilated, and the group efficiently collected their remains. Cao Ke and her companions oversaw the operation, directing the disposal of corpses and extraction of crystal nuclei. Bucket trucks transported the corpses to the magic tree planting site, filling the big pit with zombie remains. The magic tree communicated excitement to Wu Ping, rapidly growing with golden leaves sprouting.

Wu Ping, too, was occupied. Engaging in soul pumping, he gathered souls from evil spirits, utilising these brainless entities. Wu Ping avoided using them against zombies earlier due to their uncontrollable nature and tendency to tear anything apart. However, the need to nourish the magic tree pushed him to utilise this method.

Despite working tirelessly, Wu Ping found solace in the results. Throughout the night, he captured over a thousand living souls, most of whom were second-level zombies. While refining them into soul streamers presented a significant task, these streamers had the potential to become powerful magical weapons.

Exhausted but determined, Wu Ping confronted the final challenge.

“Are you sure there’s a big guy in here?” He asked Cao Ke, who was still covered in blood.

“I’m pretty sure. A few days before you came back, I passed by here and saw a swan the size of a small car fall on the lake, but it was swallowed instantly.”