Cooking with Corpses, This is Truly... Too Cool!

"Spit it out!"

Yang An twitched his hand, and the Flesh-Buried Talisman's mouth, which had opened on his palm, immediately spat out everything.

A jumbled pile of items, so many that Yang An felt a sense of dazzling disorientation.

Except for the stick that Daoist Kong Shuai had given him, which was still in Pan Yu's hand, everything else was here.

When Xi Yue River was taken away by the old man, it happened too suddenly, so he could only choose to leave without saying goodbye to Senior Brother Pan Shi and his sister. That stick was still in Pan Yu's Small Sumeru Bag.

But it was just a dirty stick. Although it was a magical artifact and should have been quite valuable, he found the thought of it rather repulsive, so he decided to let it stay with Pan Yu for now.

If he had the chance to meet her again in the future, he would ask for it back. If not, then so be it.

First, he put the cultivation scroll containing the "Mysterious Dao Solution Method" back into the Flesh-Buried Talisman. The remaining items were all his gains from the Communal Feast Convention, with elixirs being the most numerous.

Ten Dao Sheng Elixirs that could accelerate cultivation, one Substance Transformation Pill, and ten Nourishing Yuan Elixirs for healing.

There were originally twelve Nourishing Yuan Elixirs, but the old man had forcibly brought him to Corpse Saliva Valley earlier, causing Yang An to sustain some serious injuries, so he had used two.

As for magical artifacts, there were two: one Stone Egg Armor and one Flying Bird Boots.

The Stone Egg Armor could form armor on the body's surface, possessing decent defensive capabilities.

The Flying Bird Boots, as the name suggested, were boots worn on the feet that could instantly increase the leg's explosive speed. The price was that each use would embed them an inch deeper into the flesh, eventually fusing with the blood and flesh and becoming impossible to remove.

Besides these, there was also a fist technique, a movement technique, and a spell.

The fist technique was the Great Light Seal Fist Technique, which could improve his close-combat ability.

The movement technique was the Cloud-Treading Steps. Before reaching the Origin Feeder Realm and mastering the ability to move through the air with his physical body, the importance of movement techniques in actual combat was immense, which was why Yang An had accepted this technique.

As for the spell, it was the Three Veins Transformation Technique obtained from Black Brow, along with three Flesh Beast Yuan Replenishing Stones.

Yang An intended to master this spell. It could seal living beings within pressure-dissolving stones to quickly replenish mana, offering endless wondrous uses and greatly assisting in combat.

Unfortunately, besides the three Flesh Beast Yuan Replenishing Stones, he did not have any pressure-dissolving stones. So, if he wanted to make Flesh Beast Yuan Replenishing Stones in the future, he would first need to find some pressure-dissolving stones.

These items were Yang An's entire net worth at the moment. They could help and improve his strength to a certain extent, but the most crucial Fate Dao Technique was still missing for now.

Recalling the battle between his Senior Brother and the old man when he first arrived at Corpse Saliva Valley, the Fate Dao Technique that had shocked him, named "Nine Dragon Nine Punishments," with its magnificent nine fiery dragons, made Yang An yearn for it.

Being cool was one thing, but the power had to be immense as well.

Although he might not need to undergo tribulations like other disciples, if his practical combat ability was too poor, his own safety would not be guaranteed. What was the use of having high cultivation?

After inventorying everything, Yang An first purified the two magical artifacts and then put them on.

The Stone Egg Armor transformed into a layer of armor that clung tightly to his skin like a film. Wearing it felt like being wrapped in a light veil, and Yang An didn't feel anything unusual.

With clothing covering it, it wasn't easy to notice, making its concealment very good.

The Flying Bird Boots felt no different from ordinary boots. However, if a cultivator saw them, they would immediately recognize them as magical artifacts, and the element of surprise might be lost.

He put the elixirs back into the stomach of the Flesh-Buried Talisman. He didn't purify them immediately, as Yang An, out of caution, decided to purify them only when he used them.

Finally, there were the fist technique, movement technique, and spell. Yang An decided to learn the movement technique first, and the fist technique and spell later.

After all, his current strength was weak, and once caught in a battle, fighting head-on was not the optimal choice.

He tossed the Great Light Seal Fist Technique and the Three Veins Transformation Technique back into the Flesh-Buried Talisman's flesh sac and began to examine the secret manual for the Cloud-Treading Steps.

He continued reading until an unknown hour. It was only when the Corpse Slaves from the outer sect brought him food that Yang An took a short break to fill his stomach first.

He was currently only in the early stage of the False Eater Realm and had not completely shed his mortal coil. This meant he still needed to eat to provide energy for his body. Only upon reaching the late stage of the False Eater Realm could he achieve the level of abstaining from grain.

There were no dedicated cooks in the Fate Crane Sect responsible for their meals, nor were there any laborers responsible for various chores and logistics. Only Corpse Slaves existed for such tasks.

This meant that this meal was prepared by the Corpse Slave who had delivered the food earlier.

These Corpse Slaves were all soldiers who had died in battle. Perhaps one of them had been a cook.

After a thorough inspection, Yang An dared to take a bite. Although the food didn't taste very good, it was just rice and some vegetables mixed and cooked together. The taste was also on the salty side, like food from a communal kitchen.

However, having food was good enough. Yang An didn't dislike it, and it also slightly improved his impression of these Corpse Slaves.

Even if this might be some kind of program left by the Eighth Senior Brother on the Corpse Slaves.

But to be able to eat food made from corpses... this is truly... awesome!

Yang An made a mental note of this Corpse Slave who had delivered his food; he would definitely be ordering him around in the future.

His clothes were colorful, and the Eighth Senior Brother had dressed him up nicely. So, he decided to call him Fu Gui from now on.

After finishing his meal, Yang An immediately resumed his study of the Cloud-Treading Steps and began to try learning while reading.

To learn this movement technique, one first had to learn some application skills for mana, combined with special footwork and rhythm, and only after complete mastery could it be applied.

If one didn't practice diligently and didn't master it well, any slight mistake in combat could lead to severe consequences, so Yang An practiced very meticulously.

He continued studying until it was completely dark, and the entire Corpse Saliva Valley fell into a deathly silence.

As mentioned before, he was only in the early stage of the False Eater Realm. Besides eating, he still needed rest to recover his energy. Although he could maintain his condition through cultivation, rest was still indispensable at this stage.

He hadn't had a proper rest since he went to Xi Yue River with Senior Brother Pan Shi and his sister.

But as Yang An lay on the bed, the soft bedding and blankets arranged by the Corpse Slave beneath him were very soft and comfortable, a world of difference from his home in Jiu Nan Town.

Yet, Yang An couldn't fall asleep, his thoughts in a jumble.

So many things had happened to him these past few days. He had become a cultivator in such a muddled state, taken in as a disciple by Old Man Fate Crane, but whether it was a blessing or a curse, he couldn't calm his mind.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Just as Yang An was in a daze, on the verge of sleep yet still somewhat disoriented.

Knock, knock, knock!

Three consecutive knocks suddenly startled him awake in bed, and he sat bolt upright.

The knocking was coming from outside his door. Someone was knocking on his door!

"Who?!"

He had clearly instructed the Corpse Slaves to guard the outside, but when the knocking started, there was no movement outside. This was highly unusual.

Yang An felt a sense of vigilance. With a thought, as he inquired about the identity of the person outside, he rose from the bed, hunched over.

At the same time, the Bone Relic Buddha Light and the fire from the Lighting Method appeared above his head, illuminating the room instantly.

Soon, Yang An received a response from outside the door. It was a man's voice, completely unfamiliar.

"Are you the new disciple Master just took in?"

Hearing the voice from outside, Yang An froze for a moment.

From this address, he could tell that the other person was likely from the sect, a disciple of the old fellow!

This made Yang An relax slightly. He had almost thought the Corpse Slaves outside were rebelling, attempting a zombie apocalypse.

However, Yang An didn't let his guard down. The fact that the person was coming to find him at this hour was far too peculiar.

With that thought, Yang An pondered for a moment and replied cautiously:

"May I ask which senior disciple has come to visit? Why didn't you come during the day, so your junior disciple could properly pay his respects!"

Yang An spoke, but the outside fell silent. After a while, another voice came through.

"Junior disciple, don't be afraid. I am your sixth senior brother, Jin Tong. I'm only here because I have no choice!

I've run into some trouble and have specifically come to ask for your help!"

"Junior disciple, save me!"