The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World-Chapter 316: Moved to Tears!

Chu Xuan calmly stated, "All timeframes shall be halved. Golden Core cultivators must increase one small realm within ten years. Foundation Establishment cultivators must do so within five years. Qi Refining cultivators, within half a year.

As for the twenty years, ten years, and one year mentioned by Elder Shang earlier—those are the absolute minimums. If a cultivator exceeds these limits, their soul will be extracted and refined into a vengeful ghost, their body turned into a corpse puppet. This way, we can truly ignite the disciples' drive to improve swiftly. What does Elder Shang think?"

Shang Xingchen's usual calm expression faltered slightly.

Was this really about pushing the disciples to excel, or was it because the Sect Leader was running low on materials for ghosts and corpse puppets?

After a long pause, Shang Xingchen finally broke into a smile, "Sect Leader has a profound insight!"

Chu Xuan nodded with satisfaction. "I will have the detailed rules written and announced in a few days. I hope that all the disciples of the sect will not disappoint the effort I've put in."

Shang Xingchen cleared his throat lightly. "I believe the sect's disciples will be deeply grateful to Sect Leader."

The two of them chatted for a while longer.

Shang Xingchen took a few sips of tea before casually asking, "Sect Leader's rise truly resembles the sun rising in the east—so awe-inspiring. But logically speaking, with Sect Leader's talent and power, even as a Golden Core cultivator, you should not have been an unknown figure."

Chu Xuan clicked his tongue, "This tea tastes bland and unpleasant, so I'll be leaving now." He then stood up and left.

Shang Xingchen chuckled softly. Watching Chu Xuan's retreating figure, he fell into deep thought.

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"When Chu Xuan was still a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he entered the Heavenly Seal Sect with Wan Wuying. Then the Ghost King Palace emerged, the Heavenly Seal Sect was destroyed, and Chu Xuan vanished without a trace."

"When he reappeared, he was already a formidable Nascent Soul cultivator..."

"What exactly happened during that time? It's truly a mystery worth investigating."

A few days later, the "New Regulations of the Heavenly Infinite Sect Sect" were posted on the stone monument in the plaza of Infinite Island.

Alongside them were the promotion methods and new privileges for outer sect disciples, inner sect disciples, and true disciples.

Soon, the news spread far and wide, with each person passing it on to ten, and ten to a hundred. Every cultivator who learned of the new regulations was moved to tears.

Were they tears of fear?

No.

They were tears of deep gratitude, touched by the Sect Leader's encouragement and resolve!

Cultivators gathered in small groups, discussing the matter eagerly.

"I see that the last line mentions the new regulations were proposed by Elder Shang Xingchen and approved by the Sect Leader."

"It seems Elder Shang was behind these... ah... I mean, these new regulations designed to push us forward."

"Elder Shang, sigh... we have no say in the matter, we must just accept it."

"Still, the benefits for the inner sect and true disciples have been increased by more than fifty percent. That's a good thing."

"Let us cultivate. If we fail to do so, we'll have our souls extracted and bodies turned into puppets."

The cultivators dared not linger, rushing back to their caves to continue their cultivation. Without cultivation, one would die!

Shang Xingchen, upon reading the new regulations, felt a peculiar unease.

This was too much. It was clearly his suggestion, yet now it was being attributed to him! Was this an attempt to throw the dirty water on him?

Shang Xingchen wished to say something but found himself without words.

In the end, he could only let it go.

...

In the cave world, when Chu Xuan once again focused his attention on Lie Zhao, ten years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Lie Zhao sat at a large desk, his expression weary. Even though he had assumed the role of clan leader ten years ago, he still felt the weight of the position pressing on him.

"Father, how did you manage to handle tribal affairs and simultaneously train the yao insects? I can't seem to do it..."

Lie Zhao smiled bitterly. His abilities were limited, and he struggled to focus on two things at once. The three fire ants he had raised were still only at the middle-tier silver rank, far from reaching the upper tier. Fatigue overwhelmed him. Leaning back in his chair, he gradually fell asleep.

At that moment, a young girl with a delicate, dainty figure hurried into the room. The two bronze insect masters at the door noticed her and were about to salute, but the girl waved her hand and gestured for silence.

The two bronze insect masters understood immediately, bowing slightly but saying nothing. The girl stepped softly into the clan leader's study. She stood behind Lie Zhao, carefully inspecting the documents on his desk.

After a long while, Lie Zhao slowly awoke. He rubbed his groggy eyes and was about to continue handling tribal affairs. At that moment, a pair of icy little hands suddenly covered his eyes from behind.

"Guess who I am?"

Lie Zhao inhaled the familiar fragrance and laughed heartily. "Xin'er, how old are you now, yet you still play such childish games? How could I not recognize the scent on you?"

Lie Xin immediately pouted, withdrawing her hands. "Father's emotional intelligence is so low! Your daughter travels all the way from the Holy Ant Tribe to see you, and you can't even indulge me in a little game?"

Lie Zhao gave a bitter laugh. "It's not that I don't want to, but there are just too many tribal matters to attend to. You see, there's a mountain of documents waiting for me."

Lie Xin pointed to a document that Lie Zhao had been pressing down with his elbow.

"Isn't that the financial report of the tribe from last year?"

"I think it's quite simple. I've already calculated it. Last year, the tribe spent 13,000 silver insect crystals and earned 25,000 silver insect crystals. There's a surplus of 12,000 silver insect crystals."

Insect crystals were the universal currency of the cave world. Small tribes rarely had access to insect crystals, usually relying on bartering for goods. Medium and large tribes, however, would encounter this monetary system.

Insect crystals came in two varieties: Silver insect crystals, produced by silver ingot worms, and gold insect crystals, produced by gold ingot worms. The methods for cultivating these ingot worms were tightly controlled by the Myriad Insect Tribe and were seldom leaked.

Particularly the gold ingot worms, which were incredibly difficult to cultivate, making gold insect crystals even more valuable.

Moreover, the Wan Insect Tribe could control the ingot worms to produce insect crystals with unique patterns. These patterns served as anti-counterfeit markers.

Even if some tribes managed to acquire a few ingot worms, it was nearly impossible for them to replicate the insect crystals. This was why the price system in the cave world remained remarkably stable.

Lie Zhao, upon hearing his daughter's words, was somewhat surprised. He quickly lowered his head to recalculate. After a long while, he arrived at the same conclusion.

"Xin'er, try calculating these as well." Lie Zhao handed over several more documents.

Lie Xin took them and glanced over them. Within a few breaths, she had already provided an answer. Her speed left him utterly astonished.

Lie Zhao stared at her as if seeing her for the first time, inspecting his daughter with new eyes.

"Father, what is it?" Lie Xin chuckled mischievously.

Lie Zhao shook his head. "When did you develop such an extraordinary ability with numbers?"

Lie Xin pouted. "I've had it since I was little, but Father always paid attention to my brothers and never cared about me."

Lie Zhao awkwardly smiled and quickly changed the subject. "Xin'er, what brought you back so suddenly? How have you been at the Holy Ant Tribe? How's Mother treating you?"