Dao of The Demonic Cultivator

Chapter 15: The Dead Are More Obedient Than the Living

Chapter 15: The Dead Are More Obedient Than the Living

The incident unfolded suddenly, and the incredible speed of the firearm caught even Hu off guard. Despite its instinct to protect its master, it was still a step too slow.

Chu Xuan saw the dark firearm and the flash of gunfire, yet he showed no fear. With a swish, a line of blood surged from his palm, appearing like a streak of crimson lightning.

Clang!

The bullet struck the blood line and, as if hitting a steel plate, veered off course dramatically, firing into the crowd. A man screamed as he fell backward, landing in a pool of blood. The bullet had precisely pierced his eye socket and penetrated his brain.

Zhao Hong's eyes widened in shock. What was that blood line that could stop a bullet?

He roared in anger and fired again.

Bang, bang, bang!

He discharged three shots in rapid succession. Each bullet was effortlessly blocked by the streak of blood, diverting their paths. None hit Chu Xuan, but three more members of the Spirit Hounds fell instead.

Zhao Hong was utterly astounded. He had only four bullets, and all had been deflected. He could now see clearly that the blood line was actually a large blood-colored worm!

This young man could not only control zombies but also worms! It was terrifying!

Chu Xuan extended his hand and gently caressed the Blood Steel Wire. He calmly asked, "Is this gun your last resort?"

Thump.

Zhao Hong collapsed, his body going limp as he fell to the ground, devoid of any will to resist.

"The Spirit Hounds is yours now... Spare my life," Zhao Hong swallowed hard, his voice earnest. He then knelt down, abandoning any pride he had as the leader of the Spirit Hounds. He had realized that the young man before him was a monster beyond his capacity to contend with. His life and everything he owned were now firmly in the hands of this formidable stranger.

Now, his only chance to survive was to show sincere submission.

Chu Xuan shook his head in response to Zhao Hong's offer of surrender and an alternative shopping mall. "I'm satisfied with your body, I'll take the Spirit Hounds, and I want you too."

Zhao Hong froze for a moment, then, as if suddenly realizing something, his eyes flashed with shock. "This... I... I'm not gay," he stammered awkwardly, "but if you insist, I guess I can't refuse..."

The surrounding gang members looked bewildered. This was their leader, Zhao Hong, always high and mighty. Yet now, to save his own life, he seemed ready to agree to anything.

Chu Xuan couldn't help but laugh silently.

"Proceed, place him inside," Chu Xuan commanded, gesturing dismissively.

Hu faithfully executed the order.

Zhao Hong looked into the bathtub, filled with a dark, ominous elixir, and his expression turned to one of fear. "Brother, didn't you promise to spare my life? What exactly is this for?"

Chu Xuan cracked a sly smile. "Just soak well, and you will emerge stronger. Hang in there."

Zhao Hong swallowed nervously. He had the unsettling feeling that Chu Xuan was merely amusing him.

With a plunge, Hu forced Zhao Hong's head down into the bathtub. Despite his desperate struggles to lift his head, Hu's overpowering strength kept him submerged.

After being forced to swallow several mouthfuls, Zhao Hong finally quieted down, evidently rendered unconscious.

Chu Xuan took a sip of his instant milk tea, nodding slightly in satisfaction.

Considering Zhao Hong's robust health, he had specifically added a soul-soothing herb to the elixir, a component known for its sedative effects.

It was particularly well-suited for Zhao Hong.

Holding his milk tea, Chu Xuan walked to the edge of the rooftop, from which he could survey the entire hotel.

He observed the members of the Spirit Hounds, who were listlessly congregating below.

Some were playing cards, others were chatting, and a few, with nothing better to do, were engaged in a brawl.

"Humans need to eat and drink every day," Chu Xuan mused aloud. "Human's hearts are hidden behind their stomachs, and there will always be those who bear ill will towards me. This Spirit Hounds engages in actions that defy moral and heavenly principles, with few good souls among them. Killing them would not diminish my virtue. If that is the case, it would be better to transform them all into corpse puppets. After all, the dead are far more compliant than the living."

Chu Xuan sipped his steaming milk tea, contemplating.

"Hu, make your choice. Keep the strong for corpse refinement, and use the rest as nourishment."

Upon hearing this, Hu roared excitedly.

Chu Xuan frowned. "Remember to save some for Bao, and some for Blood Steel Wire; don't consume them all yourself."

Hu nodded reluctantly, then rushed off, buoyed by excitement.