Chapter 455: Eating and Being Eaten

Chapter 456: Eating and Being Eaten

The Zhang family’s zombie disciple, upon entering Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, immediately looked shocked:

“What a profound Divine Sense!”

“Truly a heaven-sent boon!”

Its voice was hoarse and viscous, with a hint of leakage—like a living human corrupted into a corpse.

Without hesitation, it opened its grotesque mouth and greedily sucked in the abundant Divine Sense within the Sea of Consciousness.

As the Divine Sense entered, the zombie disciple’s eyes glimmered with excitement.

Pure, rich, and delicious.

This was the taste of top-grade Divine Sense!

The zombie cackled wildly.

Soon, it couldn’t help itself and began devouring voraciously.

With each mouthful it consumed, its body gradually grew stronger, its stature taller.

As the zombie consumed Divine Sense, Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness throbbed faintly in pain.

“So this is what it feels like to have your Divine Sense eaten?”

Hiding to the side, observing the zombie, Mo Hua thought silently.

It was somewhat painful and uncomfortable, yet subtle.

If one wasn’t careful, it could easily go unnoticed.

And if not witnessed firsthand, one might never believe it at all.

One would only feel mentally drained, low on energy, scattered in mind, gloomy in mood, haunted by petty troubles and corrupt desires.

Never would one suspect that their Divine Sense was being gnawed by evil entities.

Mo Hua nodded, committing this sensation to memory.

“I must be vigilant in the future!”

Human hearts are deceptive, and Divine Sense can change in myriad ways that may go unnoticed.

He needed to gradually familiarize himself with all the signs of change in the Sea of Consciousness, to nip potential threats in the bud and eliminate hidden dangers in his Divine Sense.

Otherwise, if some malevolent being were to sneak in and consume his Divine Sense, he might never realize it.

Mo Hua also confirmed another point: concealment techniques work within the Sea of Consciousness.

At least this zombie hadn’t detected him.

Mo Hua furrowed his brow slightly.

But what exactly was this zombie?

Was it still human, or merely a corpse?

He observed further, gradually forming a hypothesis.

This zombie disciple was likely one of the Zhang family’s ancestors.

The Zhang family had practiced corpse refinement for generations. Their Divine Sense merged with the zombies, so in their self-perception, they were both human and corpse. When their Divine Sense was sealed in the diagram after death, it manifested as the form of a zombie.

Regardless of whether it was human or corpse, Mo Hua had no intention of letting it off.

Hiding his presence, he lifted his Thousand-Weight Rod and quietly approached the zombie disciple from behind.

The zombie, engrossed in devouring, had no idea its every move was being watched.

Nor did it sense the danger slowly closing in.

Mo Hua reached behind the zombie, raised the rod, and with all his strength, slammed it down hard!

“Stealing my Divine Sense, huh!”

The strike was immense, deforming the zombie disciple’s scalp and making its body partially phantom-like.

The height it had gained from devouring Divine Sense shrank instantly.

Mo Hua was slightly surprised.

He hadn’t expected the rod’s power to be this great.

The zombie disciple, head throbbing in pain, turned furiously, only to see a young cultivator with delicate features, red lips, and white teeth standing behind him.

The zombie froze.

Then it widened its eyes, as if seeing a ghost.

“No! How can someone be here?!”

Mo Hua’s face turned serious, an air of danger about him:

“You’re stealing in my Sea of Consciousness, and you’re asking how someone is here? Is my Divine Sense that tasty? I…”

He intended to threaten further.

But before he could finish, the zombie, sensing danger, bolted.

Its grotesque face was filled with panic.

The moment it saw Mo Hua, it knew it was outmatched.

This young cultivator was small but fully manifested, with an unfathomable aura.

A fully manifested Divine Sense.

Besides, it had just been struck by the Thousand-Weight Rod.

The rod’s power left it trembling.

The stronger the power, the stronger the Divine Sense behind it.

Fear took hold of the zombie disciple.

If the Divine Sense hadn’t manifested, it could have stolen freely.

But now, with such disparity, if it didn’t flee, it would die here.

It tried to escape Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness.

Mo Hua didn’t allow it. Extending his hand, palms reversed, the manifested spiritual energy condensed into the Water Prison Technique.

A Divine Sense lock appeared out of nowhere, binding the zombie tightly in place.

The zombie struggled, but couldn’t break free.

Its face showed terror, disbelief:

“Magic?”

How could this be?

Divine Sense could use spells?

The ancestor never mentioned this…

Mo Hua walked slowly in front of it.

The zombie knelt, terrified: “Junior, spare my life!”

Mo Hua said: “Spare your life? And let you go harm others again?”

The zombie swore: “Junior, rest assured! From now on, I will follow my duty and never harm anyone!”

Mo Hua frowned: “You’re a zombie, right? Isn’t your duty to harm? How could following your duty mean not harming?”

The zombie froze, realizing Mo Hua wouldn’t believe its lies. Furious, it shouted:

“The ancestor won’t spare you!”

Mo Hua’s eyes flickered, a half-smile playing on his lips:

“You think… I’ll spare your ancestor?”

The zombie was stunned.

This little cultivator was targeting its ancestor?!

How dare he!

A chill ran through its heart.

This young cultivator had a powerful Divine Sense, cunning, unpredictable, and could use spells. If he acted subtly, its ancestor…

The zombie felt both fear and rage.

“No, I must inform the ancestor! Otherwise, he’ll be in danger!”

Its face twisted ferociously, biting off its own finger and swallowing it. Its body swelled, malice radiating, and in an instant, it became an iron-blue corpse.

Just like when Zhang Quan consumed the Corpse Blood Pill.

“It will fight with all its might, stall the little cultivator, then escape to report to the ancestor. Even if weakened afterward, the ancestor, knowing my filial heart, will protect me.”

The zombie resolved.

It then broke free of the Water Prison Technique, lunging at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua remained calm, lightly raising his hand, forming a Fireball Technique.

The fireball was bright red and scorching—a delusory flame formed from Divine Sense, yet strikingly real.

With a thought, Mo Hua shot the fireball, hitting the zombie’s corpse form in the chest.

Amid flying flames, the zombie hadn’t even reached Mo Hua or fought a round before being blasted back to its original form.

Deflated, it shed its corpse form, burning all over, lying on the ground wailing.

It felt as if real fire was consuming it.

Alongside the pain came boundless despair.

It never expected this little cultivator’s Divine Sense to be so strong.

The manifested Fireball Technique’s power was terrifying…

Mo Hua frowned, puzzled:

“Why am I so strong?”

After thinking, he understood.

In reality, he was a Qi-Refiner.

But in the Sea of Consciousness, he was at Foundation Establishment.

This zombie disciple was merely an ordinary walking corpse, equivalent to a Qi-Refiner.

He was using Foundation Establishment to fight Qi-Refinement.

A classic case of the big crushing the small.

Mo Hua straightened his back.

“No wonder I suddenly became so powerful!”

Foundation Establishment beating Qi-Refinement was only natural.

He felt proud for a moment, then bored.

This zombie disciple was too weak to test his real strength.

He would need to select stronger ancestors of the Zhang family to practice on.

Step by step, methodically.

Once he mastered manifested techniques and understood the Zhang family’s zombie methods, he could target Zhang Quan’s ancestor safely.

Zhang Quan’s ancestor, with the highest cultivation and strongest malevolence, would be a powerful zombie.

After living so long, cunning would also abound.

Attacking it now would still carry risk.

Plus, with all its “disciples and descendants,” four hands could easily overpower two. If multiple zombies entered his Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua couldn’t handle them all.

One bite at a time.

Mo Hua decided to take the first bite.

This zombie disciple was useless.

He intended to make full use of it.

He unleashed several Fireball Techniques, blasting the zombie to ashes.

As the ashes scattered, the zombie’s form and consciousness vanished, leaving gray, thread-like Divine Sense.

Mo Hua opened his mouth and swallowed it all.

The zombie that had wanted to eat his Divine Sense was ultimately “eaten” by Mo Hua.

Its malevolence strengthened Mo Hua’s Divine Sense.