Chapter 456: Eater and Eaten
Chapter 456: Eater and Eaten
As soon as the zombie disciple of the Zhang family entered Mo Hua's sea of consciousness, his expression turned to one of shock.
"Such profound spiritual sense!"
"A perfect supplement for my deficiency!"
Its voice was hoarse and thick, with a hint of air leaking out.
It sounded like a living person who had decayed into a corpse.
Then, without hesitation, it opened its gruesome mouth wide and took a hearty bite, sucking in the abundant spiritual sense within the sea of consciousness.
As the spiritual sense entered its mouth, the zombie disciple's eyes lit up with excitement.
It was pure, rich, and delicious.
This was the taste of high-quality spiritual sense!
The zombie cackled with glee.
Unable to control itself, it began to devour the spiritual sense greedily.
As it consumed more and more, its body gradually became stronger, and its stature grew taller.
The pain in Mo Hua's sea of consciousness grew more intense as the zombie devoured his spiritual sense.
"So this is what it feels like to have my spiritual sense eaten away?"
Hidden to the side, Mo Hua observed the zombie, a thought forming in his mind.
There was some pain and discomfort, but it was also very subtle.
If one wasn't paying attention, they might not notice it at all.
In fact, if not for witnessing it firsthand, one might never believe it.
Instead, they might simply feel mentally exhausted, lacking in energy, with a scattered mind and depressed mood, plagued by various troublesome desires.
They would never suspect that their spiritual sense was being devoured by an evil entity.
Mo Hua nodded to himself, committing this feeling to memory.
"I must be extra cautious from now on!"
The human heart was fickle and unpredictable, and he might not always be aware of the subtle changes in his spiritual sense.
So, he needed to take it step by step, familiarizing himself with the various signs of fluctuations in his sea of consciousness, nipping potential problems in the bud, and eliminating unknown risks within his spiritual sense.
Otherwise, some evil presence might sneakily devour his spiritual sense without him ever knowing.
Additionally, Mo Hua confirmed another point.
The stealth technique was indeed effective within the sea of consciousness.
At the very least, this zombie had not detected his presence.
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
But what exactly was this zombie?
Was it human, or was it a zombie?
He continued to observe for a while longer, and a speculation gradually formed in his mind.
This zombie disciple was likely also an ancestor of the Zhang family.
The Zhang family had been refining corpses for generations, and their spiritual will had become assimilated with that of zombies. In their self-perception, they were both human and corpse. So, when their spiritual will was sealed within the painting, it manifested in the form of a zombie.
However, regardless of whether it was human or corpse, Mo Hua had no intention of letting it off easily.
Remaining hidden, Mo Hua gripped the Thousand-catty Rod and quietly approached the zombie disciple from behind.
The zombie had its mouth wide open, indulging in its feast.
It never expected that its every action was being watched.
It was completely oblivious to the impending danger.
Mo Hua stood behind the zombie, raised the Thousand-catty Rod high, and with both hands, brought it down with all his might!
"How dare you steal my spiritual sense!"
The force of this blow was immense, distorting the zombie disciple's scalp and causing its figure to flicker as if it were about to turn illusory.
The height it had gained from devouring spiritual sense was reversed by this blow, and it shrank back down.
After delivering the blow, Mo Hua was also surprised.
He hadn't expected his strike with the Thousand-catty Rod to be so powerful.
The zombie disciple, on the other hand, felt its scalp go numb, the pain piercing its heart. It took a moment to recover, and when it turned around angrily, it saw a petite young cultivator with delicate eyebrows, red lips, and white teeth standing behind him.
The zombie disciple froze.
Then, it widened its eyes as if it had seen a "ghost."
"Something's wrong! How can there be someone here?!"
Mo Hua's face turned cold, and his expression became dangerous:
"You dare to sneak into my sea of consciousness and steal my spiritual sense, and you ask how there can be someone here? Is my spiritual sense that easy to devour? I..."
Mo Hua intended to continue his threat.
But before he could finish, the zombie disciple sensed the danger and took off running.
Its ugly face was filled with panic.
In the instant it laid eyes on Mo Hua, it knew it was no match for him.
This young cultivator might not be old, but his stature was small and his figure was exceptionally clear, indicating an incredibly profound spiritual sense.
This was a sign that the spiritual sense had fully manifested.
Moreover, it had just taken a hit from the Thousand-catty Rod, and the power of that strike still lingered in its memory, striking fear into its heart.
The greater the power, the stronger the spiritual will.
The zombie disciple was filled with dread.
If Mo Hua's spiritual sense had not manifested, it might have been able to continue stealing.
But now that it had, the disparity in their spiritual senses was clear, and if it didn't run, it would surely perish here.
The zombie wanted to escape from Mo Hua's sea of consciousness.
However, Mo Hua had no intention of letting it flee. He extended his small hand, palm facing up, and the manifested spiritual power condensed into the Water Prison Technique.
Spiritual shackles appeared out of thin air, binding the zombie tightly to the spot.
Mo Hua approached it slowly, and the zombie fell to its knees, pleading, "Junior, please spare my life!"
Mo Hua replied, "Spare your life so you can continue to harm others?"
The zombie disciple vowed, "Junior, rest assured, from now on, I will stick to my own kind and never harm another soul!"
Mo Hua asked suspiciously, "You're a zombie, isn't harming others your nature? How can you not harm others if you stick to your nature?"
The zombie disciple paused, seeing the playful look in Mo Hua's eyes, and knew that this young cultivator would not fall for its deception. Enraged, it said, "The ancestor will not let you off the hook!"
Mo Hua's eyes flickered, and he said with a hint of a smile, "You think... I will let your ancestor off so easily?"
The zombie disciple's face turned ashen.
This little brat was actually plotting against its ancestor?! How dare he?! The zombie disciple's heart sank.
This young cultivator had a formidable spirit sense, was full of tricks, his means were unfathomable, and he could even cast spells with his spirit. With his cunning, their ancestor was in grave danger...
The zombie disciple was both alarmed and furious. "This won't do. I must inform the ancestor, or he will be in peril!"
The zombie disciple's face contorted, and it bit off one of its fingers, swallowing it. Its body swelled, and an evil aura emanated from it. In an instant, it transformed into a corpse with ashen skin.
It was the same as when Zhang Quan took the Corpse Blood Pill.
"I'll fight with my life on the line, deal with this young cultivator, then escape and report to the ancestor. Even if I'm badly injured and lose limbs, the ancestor will protect me for my loyalty," the zombie disciple thought.
With all its might, it broke free from the Water Prison Technique and pounced towards Mo Hua.
Mo Hua remained calm and raised his hand, conjuring a Fireball Technique.
The fireball was crimson and scorching, a manifestation of his spirit sense, yet it looked incredibly real.
With a slight movement of his mind, Mo Hua released the fireball, striking the zombie disciple in its chest.
As the fireball exploded, the zombie disciple was knocked back to its original form before it could even get close to Mo Hua.
It lay on the ground, wailing in pain, its body ablaze as if it were truly on fire.
Along with the pain, a boundless despair spread through it.
It never expected that this young cultivator's spirit sense would be so powerful, and the manifested Fireball Technique would be so terrifying...
Mo Hua furrowed his brows, puzzled, "Why am I so strong?"
He pondered for a moment and gradually understood.
In reality, he was at the Qi Refining stage. But within his sea of consciousness, he was at the Foundation Establishment stage.
This zombie disciple was just an ordinary walking corpse, equivalent to the Qi Refining stage.
He was essentially using the power of Foundation Establishment to crush a Qi Refining cultivator.
Mo Hua straightened his small frame, realizing, "No wonder I suddenly became so powerful!"
It was only natural for Foundation Establishment to triumph over Qi Refining.
Mo Hua felt proud for a moment, but soon found it underwhelming.
This zombie disciple was too weak; he couldn't even showcase his true strength.
It seemed he would have to choose a stronger opponent from Zhang Quan's ancestors to practice his skills.
One step at a time, he would gradually improve.
Once he mastered the art of manifestation and understood the tricks of the Zhang family's zombies, he would then deal with Zhang Quan's ancestor.
That way, success would be guaranteed.
Zhang Quan's ancestor had the highest cultivation, the strongest evil intentions, and was undoubtedly a powerful zombie.
Having lived for so long, he must have countless tricks up his sleeve.
It was still risky to confront him now.
Moreover, he had so many "disciples," and it would be challenging to fight against a group of zombies in his sea of consciousness.
One should eat one mouthful at a time.
Mo Hua had made up his mind to take the first "bite."
This zombie disciple was of no further use.
Mo Hua decided to make full use of it.
He cast a few more Fireball Techniques, turning the zombie into ashes.
As the ashes dispersed, the zombie's physical form and thoughts were eradicated, turning into gray strands of spirit sense.
Mo Hua opened his small mouth and swallowed it all.
The zombie that intended to devour Mo Hua's spirit sense ended up being devoured by him instead.
Its evil intentions only served to strengthen Mo Hua's spirit sense.
(End of Chapter)
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