The zombie disciple of the Zhang family was shocked as soon as it entered Mo Hua’s sea of consciousness.

“Such profound spiritual sense!”

“An innate great supplement!”

Its voice was hoarse and sticky, also somewhat leaky.

Like a living person who had decayed into a corpse.

Then it impatiently opened its ferocious big mouth and fiercely sucked a mouthful of the abundant spiritual sense from the sea of consciousness.

As the spiritual sense entered its mouth, the zombie disciple’s eyes showed excitement.

Pure, rich, and delicious.

This is the taste of high-grade spiritual sense!

The zombie cackled wildly.

Afterward, it couldn’t help but feast heartily, suddenly sucking up.

As it devoured more spiritual sense, its body also gradually became robust, and its figure grew several points taller.

As the zombie sucked spiritual sense, Mo Hua’s sea of consciousness felt a faint pain.

“Is this the feeling of spiritual sense being eaten?”

Mo Hua, hiding to the side and observing the zombie, thought silently.

Some pain, a bit uncomfortable, but also quite subtle.

If not careful, one indeed wouldn’t notice.

Even if not seen personally, it’s very likely one wouldn’t believe it at all.

One would only feel their spirit exhausted, energy insufficient, mind scattered, mood depressed, with many troubles and evil desires lingering in their heart.

One wouldn’t think that their own spiritual sense was being eroded by an evil thing.

Mo Hua nodded, remembering this feeling.

“Later, I must be careful!”

The human heart is false and unpredictable, and the many changes in spiritual sense are not necessarily something one can discover every moment.

So one needs to proceed step by step, familiarizing oneself with the various signs of changes in the sea of consciousness, to prevent in advance and eliminate unknown hidden dangers to spiritual sense.

Lest in the future, some evil spirit secretly eats one’s own spiritual sense, and one doesn’t even know it.

Besides this, Mo Hua also verified one point.

That is, within the sea of consciousness, concealment techniques can be effective.

At least this zombie didn’t discover him just now.

Mo Hua frowned slightly again.

But what exactly is this zombie?

Does it count as a person, or a zombie?

Mo Hua observed for a while longer and gradually formed a speculation in his heart.

This zombie disciple should also be considered an ancestor of the Zhang family.

The Zhang family has refined corpses for generations, and their divine thoughts have been assimilated with zombies. In their self-perception, they are both people and corpses, so after death, their divine thoughts were sealed in the painting and then manifested as zombies.

However, regardless of whether it is a person or a corpse, Mo Hua has no plans to let it go.

Mo Hua hid his body, carried the Qianjun Bang, and quietly walked behind the zombie disciple.

This zombie opened its big mouth, eating happily.

It fundamentally didn’t think that its every move was under someone’s gaze.

It also fundamentally didn’t realize that danger was approaching step by step.

Mo Hua walked behind the zombie, raised the Qianjun Bang high, and used all his strength with both hands, smashing down fiercely!

“Let you steal and eat!”

This stick’s power was extremely great. It smashed the zombie disciple’s scalp out of shape, and its figure also became several points more illusory.

Because it stole and ate spiritual sense and had grown taller, it was smashed back to its original height by this stick.

After smashing, Mo Hua was also somewhat surprised.

He hadn’t thought that his Qianjun Bang’s power was actually so great.

And that zombie disciple felt its scalp numb and its heart pierced with pain. With great difficulty, it recovered and turned its head angrily, then saw behind it standing a small cultivator with clear eyebrows, red lips, and white teeth.

The zombie disciple was stunned.

Afterward, it stared with big eyes, as if seeing a “ghost”.

“Wrong! How could there be a person?!”

Mo Hua’s small face was stern, his expression somewhat dangerous.

“You came into my sea of consciousness to steal and eat, and you still ask how there could be a person? My spiritual sense is that easy to eat?

I…”

Mo Hua still wanted to threaten a few sentences.

But before he could finish, the zombie disciple saw the situation was bad, turned around, and ran.

Its ugly face was full of panic.

The instant it saw Mo Hua, it knew that it was fundamentally no match.

This small cultivator wasn’t old, his stature was small and exquisite, but his figure was extremely clear, and his aura was profound and immeasurable.

This was a sign of powerful spiritual sense, fully manifested.

Moreover, it had just eaten a Qianjun Bang.

The power of this stick made its heart linger with fear.

Greater power meant stronger divine thoughts.

Fear was born in the zombie disciple’s heart.

If the spiritual sense hadn’t manifested, it could still steal and eat.

But once manifested, with the disparity in spiritual sense to this extent, if it didn’t run, it could only be buried here.

The zombie wanted to escape out of Mo Hua’s sea of consciousness.

Mo Hua naturally wouldn’t let it escape. He stretched out his small hand, gripped virtually with his palm, and the manifested spiritual power condensed into the Water Prison Technique.

Shackles of divine thoughts appeared out of thin air, and that zombie was firmly tied in place.

The zombie disciple struggled with all its might, yet it fundamentally couldn’t break free.

It said in a terrified face, incredulously:

“Technique?”

How could it?

Divine thoughts could still use techniques?

The old ancestor didn’t say this matter ah…

Mo Hua slowly walked to its front.

The zombie knelt on the ground and said fearfully: “Little senior, spare my life!”

Mo Hua said: “Spare your life, so you can go harm people again?”

The zombie disciple swore: “Little senior, rest assured, from now on, I will strictly abide by my duty and absolutely not harm people!”

Mo Hua doubted: “You are a zombie, right? Isn’t your duty just to harm people? How can you strictly abide by your duty without harming people?”

The zombie disciple was stunned. Seeing Mo Hua’s playful expression, it knew in its heart that this small cultivator fundamentally didn’t believe its deception, and said angrily:

“The old ancestor won’t let you go!”

Mo Hua’s gaze moved slightly, and he said with a seemingly smile:

“You think… I will let go of your old ancestor?”

The zombie disciple was greatly shocked.

This little brat, actually, was thinking of its old ancestor?!!

How dare he?

The zombie disciple suddenly felt a chill in its heart again.

This little brat’s spiritual sense was tyrannical, his schemes treacherous, his means unpredictable, and his divine thoughts could still use techniques, premeditated against the unprepared. The old ancestor, he probably…

The zombie disciple was both shocked and angry.

“No, I must inform the old ancestor, otherwise the old ancestor is in danger!”

The zombie disciple’s face suddenly turned ferocious. It bit off its own finger, swallowed it into its belly, then its body swelled, malice gradually emerged around its body, and in an instant, it transformed into a dead corpse with iron-green skin.

Exactly the same as Zhang Quan taking the Corpse Blood Pill.

“First fight with my life, entangle this small cultivator, then seize the chance to escape and report to the old ancestor. Even if my vitality is greatly injured afterward, and my limbs are not complete, the old ancestor will protect my completeness, considering my filial heart.”

The zombie disciple thought in its heart.

Then it struggled with all its strength, breaking free from the restraint of the Water Prison Technique, and suddenly pounced towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua’s expression remained unchanged. He gently raised his hand, condensing a Fireball Technique.

The fireball was fresh red and scorching. It was an illusory fire condensed from spiritual sense, but it looked incomparably real.

Mo Hua’s heart moved, and the fireball suddenly shot out, bombarding the chest of the corpse-ified zombie.

Amidst the overflowing firelight, the zombie disciple hadn’t yet pounced in front of Mo Hua, nor had it entangled him for a round, just directly hit back to its original form by the Fireball Technique.

It deflated generally, retreated from corpse-ization, its whole body on fire, lying on the ground wailing.

As if real fire was burning in its body.

Along with the pain spreading, also endless despair.

It never thought that this small cultivator’s divine thoughts were actually so powerful.

The manifested Fireball Technique, its power was actually so terrifying…

Mo Hua also frowned, doubting:

“How am I so strong?”

He pondered for a bit and gradually understood.

In reality, he was in Qi Refining.

But in the sea of consciousness, he was in Foundation Building.

This zombie disciple was just an ordinary walking corpse, counting up to only Qi Refining cultivation.

He was now using Foundation Building to hit Qi Refining.

Considered using “big” to bully “small”.

Mo Hua’s small waist instantly straightened.

“No wonder, I said how I suddenly became so powerful!”

Foundation Building winning against Qi Refining is just natural.

Mo Hua was delighted for a while, then felt somewhat tasteless.

This zombie disciple was too weak to fully display his strength.

It seems he needs to pick some strong ones from Zhang Quan’s ancestors to practice with.

Step by step, in order.

Wait until he is familiar with the manifested means, understands the means of the entire Zhang family of zombies, then make a move against Zhang Quan’s old ancestor.

Only then would it be absolutely safe.

Zhang Quan’s old ancestor had the highest cultivation, the strongest evil thoughts, and must be a big zombie.

Moreover, having lived so long, he must have many schemes.

Making a move against him now was still somewhat risky.

Besides, he still had so many “disciples and grandchildren.” Two fists are hard to fight against four hands. If a group of zombies ran into the sea of consciousness, Mo Hua wouldn’t be able to cope.

Meals are eaten one mouthful at a time.

Mo Hua had already made up his mind and planned to “eat” the first mouthful of the meal first.

This zombie disciple was already useless.

Mo Hua planned to make full use of it.

He used a few more Fireball Techniques, directly blasting this zombie into flying ash.

As the flying ash scattered, the zombie form and thoughts were both extinguished, turning into gray, thread-like divine thoughts.

Mo Hua opened his small mouth and swallowed it all.

This zombie, which only wanted to eat Mo Hua’s spiritual sense, was ultimately “eaten” by Mo Hua.

Its evil thoughts also strengthened Mo Hua’s spiritual sense.

(End of this chapter)