Great Demon Leader: Start By Refining Flying Zombies

Chapter 6: Abandoned Dan

The next day.

After a night of cultivation, Liang Xiao's mana had increased by an imperceptible amount.

"Four spiritual roots, relying solely on Qi Refining through meditation, the cultivation speed is truly pitiful."

He shook his head and walked out of the dark stone room.

After a few ups and downs, he jumped onto a gnarled branch of an ancient tree, looking into the distance to relax his mind.

In his sight, there were dozens of grand halls in Myriad Demons Cave, with a mysterious and majestic style, like giant beasts crouching among the mountains.

Countless buildings such as towers, pavilions, and cliff corridors relied on the mountain range, appearing and disappearing in the morning mist like a dragon.

This was only the outer area of the sect.

Not far away, faint sounds of metal and stone hitting each other could be heard, dense like raindrops, continuous and unending.

A flash of light appeared in Liang Xiao's eyes, and his gaze had already fallen.

He saw hundreds of burly men, shirtless and sweating profusely, excavating a cliff, with many construction materials placed nearby.

A junior brother from the outer sect sat indifferently on the side, supervising the progress of the construction.

When one of the workers slowed down, a strand of spiritual energy suddenly appeared, like a raging python, striking his back.

The impact caused his skin to split open, and in pain, his eyes bulged as he writhed on the ground like a worm.

"Another batch of mortals."

Liang Xiao only glanced at it before retracting his gaze.

In his more than two years here, he had seen this scene too many times.

Many mortal warriors, after hearing about the deeds of immortals, would search for famous mountains and seek the Immortal Dao.

Often, they would find the outskirts of Myriad Demons Cave, and the disciples patrolling the mountains would not stop them. It was easy to come in, but getting out was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Even if you were a master in the mortal realm, a hero among men.

But in Myriad Demons Cave, without spiritual roots, you could only be a lowly servant without any dignity or hope.

Many of these people had some martial arts cultivation, including top-notch experts and even Innate experts.

The tasks that some cultivators were unwilling to do were done by these servants, and they often worked tirelessly.

It was not uncommon for them to be exhausted to death and thrown directly into the corpse-feeding grounds.

Some cultivators with cruel and malicious personalities no longer simply exploited mortals, but rather approached the level of devouring them alive.

Under the magnificent and towering sect buildings before him, who knew how many skeletons were buried.

"I heard that the treatment of mine slaves is not much better than that of servants. After all, the spiritual ore in some dangerous places doesn't have any mana protection, so they don't even have the qualifications to mine."

Liang Xiao sighed. Although the world of immortals and cultivators was exciting, its terrifying and dark aspects were no less.

"Thinking too much is useless. I should go to the Spiritual Medicine Hall first."

Liang Xiao used his luck to lighten his body and leaped from one ancient tree branch to another, gliding through the air.

Without the assistance of a Law Weapon, even with mana cultivation, he still had to travel on foot, although the speed was not slow.

In the blink of an eye, Liang Xiao had already crossed the mountain and headed towards a grand hall that resembled a cauldron.

After a while, he arrived at the Spiritual Medicine Hall.

However, the Spiritual Medicine Hall houses precious medicinal materials and Spirit Pills, and ordinary disciples cannot enter directly.

After Liang Xiao greeted the attending disciple, he said, "I'm looking for Senior Sister Xie Ling'er from the Spiritual Medicine Hall. Please inform her."

The attending disciple, originally disdainful upon seeing Liang Xiao's gray robe, which represented a preparatory disciple, did not respond to Liang Xiao's greeting.

It wasn't until he heard Xie Ling'er's name that he made a sound of surprise, looked Liang Xiao up and down, nodded, and said, "Wait here."

"Yes."

Liang Xiao knew that in the Myriad Demons Cave, strength was respected, and he naturally wouldn't show any anger due to the other party's disdain. However, he was indeed very unhappy in his heart, and his desire to enhance his own strength became even more urgent.

"Liang Xiao, you're here to get the Corpse Demon Pill, right!"

Not long after, Xie Ling'er walked out quickly, with a rare smile on her face, which caught Liang Xiao's attention.

"Sister, did something good happen to you? Usually, you're so cold to me, your junior brother!"

Seeing that the other party was in a good mood, Liang Xiao also made a joke, earning a glare from Xie Ling'er.

"I got the set of tools from you yesterday, and the success rate of my potion preparation has indeed improved significantly."

Xie Ling'er nodded and handed a bottle of Spirit Pill to Liang Xiao.

Furthermore, she openly mentioned that she had gained the attention of an official alchemist through this opportunity. As long as she performed well, she might have the chance to become his disciple!

Alchemy was a highly respected skill among the various arts of cultivation. If one could truly succeed and become an alchemist, it would undoubtedly be of great benefit to her future path of cultivation.

After receiving the pill, Liang Xiao pulled out the stopper and sniffed it lightly. He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Indeed, it is a High Grade Corpse Demon Pill, and the quality is excellent. Senior Sister, you've put in a lot of effort. I also wish you success in becoming an alchemist!"

"Well, I hope so." After Xie Ling'er finished speaking, her tone changed, and she patted Liang Xiao's shoulder with seriousness, saying, "As for you, the Little Ghost Hall competition is in half a year. Do everything possible to improve your mana and combat skills. Don't lose!"

Feeling the slight weight on his shoulder, Liang Xiao lowered his gaze and felt a hint of warmth. He whispered, "I understand."

After exchanging pleasantries, Liang Xiao prepared to leave.

But he saw that Xie Ling'er didn't immediately return to the Spiritual Medicine Hall. Instead, she took out a large bag of dark-colored pills from her storage bag and seemed to be heading towards the back mountain.

Liang Xiao sniffed lightly and casually asked, "Senior Sister, what kind of pills do you have in your hand?"

"They are waste pills produced by the Spiritual Medicine Hall recently. They can no longer be used, so I brought them out to throw them into the back mountain. What's the matter?"

"Can these waste pills be fed to zombies?"

"Heh, it is said that an elder who was skilled in refining corpses once did that, but the complex toxicity of the pills dissolved the zombies. Only a very small portion would absorb the medicinal power and undergo mutation and enhancement. The cost is too high, and it's not worth it."

"Can you give them to me? I've been trying to refine zombies recently and want to conduct an experiment."

"Sure, it saves me trouble. But you're probably just wasting your efforts."

Xie Ling'er didn't object and threw the bag of strangely colored and blackened pills to Liang Xiao. Then she waved her hand and entered the Spiritual Medicine Hall.

Liang Xiao watched her leave, holding a large bag of waste pills, thinking that as long as he had more materials, even if the chances were low, there would still be opportunities.

All the preparations were ready. Liang Xiao hurriedly returned to the Little Ghost Hall and applied to an outer sect elder who was stationed there, stating that he would go down the mountain for training and also search for materials to refine zombies.

Such a request was very common because the resources of the sect were too expensive, and many disciples would choose to go down the mountain to seek opportunities on their own.

The outer sect elder threw a refined iron token to Liang Xiao. This was his pass to leave the mountain; otherwise, he would be stopped by the patrolling disciples.

(End of this chapter)