Corpse Immortal Creation

Yang He saw through the Pupil Ghost that the resentment within the coffin had almost taken tangible form.

Knock knock knock.

The knocking sent ripples across the lake.

Grandmaster Taiyi had not sealed the coffin. It was simply that the corpse could not be born, causing its resentment to accumulate without end.

Once the lid was lifted, what kind of evil thing would it breed?

Yang He could not help asking, "Master, do you mean the Corpse Immortal Creation is inside the coffin?"

Grandmaster Taiyi picked at his teeth with a fingernail and said while reclining halfway, "Do you remember how your master helped you begin cultivating? A coffin is just like a pill furnace. You only need to crawl inside to be reborn."

How could they possibly be the same?

Yang He's scalp went numb, but Huang Tianhua saw that this likely involved a Resident Character. Perhaps the Corpse Immortal Creation was the reward for completing the allusion.

The Corpse Immortal Creation apparently was not meant to house ghosts, but to transform one's body through a corpse.

The Daoist boy was already half-human and half-ghost. This time, he was probably going to stop being human altogether.

"Disciple, do not hesitate any longer. The corpse in the coffin was originally meant to be sent to Mount Lingjiu. Your master cannot be sure when Daoist Rādharana will come to reclaim the creation."

"Yes. From now on, if you encounter disciples of Mount Lingjiu, remember to stay far away."

Without waiting for Yang He to respond, Grandmaster Taiyi took out a talisman and stuck it to Yang He's chest.

"This is a Water-Repelling Talisman. It will allow you to breathe freely in water."

"Do not forget to greet your senior brother. After all, the creation is his corpse from before his death. Since it is being given to you, the two of you can be considered brothers of the same blood."

A chill ran down Yang He's spine. Nezha was still a flesh fetus.

Greet him?

Hopefully he did not wake up cranky and scatter the ashes of this junior brother.

Grandmaster Taiyi noticed the Copper-Coin Sword at Yang He's waist. Its blade was already pitted and battered, while its red cord had nearly been torn apart by the Three Mountains Goddess.

The third hand directly snatched away the Copper-Coin Sword.

"What kind of garbage is this? Who knows who refined it."

"Master, this disciple only has this one dharma artifact to protect himself."

Grandmaster Taiyi gathered a wisp of black hair and wrapped it around the Copper-Coin Sword. "Go without worry. Your master will casually refine it for you. Though it cannot become a magical treasure, it can gain a bit more spirituality."

"Thank you, Master."

Yang He let out a long sigh, then leaped into Qing Lake.

The lake water had already been replaced by black hair, yet the bone-piercing chill had not diminished. The black hair coiled around Yang He's limbs and neck like living creatures.

Yang Fire sizzled.

The ghost hand spread open, grabbed a handful of Great Replenishing Pills, and stuffed them into Yang He's mouth.

The groups of child ghosts swarmed over as soon as they saw Yang He, but the instant they revealed any malice, Madam Yin's black hair pierced through them one by one.

Yang He took out an eye from a child ghost and carried it with him, then continued deeper into Qing Lake.

"Vegetable merchants had, even if I don't die, I'll lose half my life."

He clenched his teeth. Specks of corpse spots had already emerged across his flesh, and his tongue was full of blood. He pushed aside the black hair and slowly approached the flesh fetus.

The lone boat was directly above the flesh fetus. Before long, the faint yin qi entered his sight.

Two Madam Yins swam around the flesh fetus. When they saw Yang He, they did not stop him. They even used their black hair to straighten his clothes.

Gurgle.

The flesh fetus made a sound.

Yang He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Only at close range could he feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the flesh fetus. Even Madam Yin had not been this horrifying.

Countless lotus-root arms pointed at Yang He in unison as the flesh fetus rolled across the lakebed.

"Greetings, Senior Brother... Senior Brother!"

Ignoring the black hair burrowing into his mouth, Yang He hurriedly said, "This junior brother is Yang He, a second-generation disciple of Golden Light Cave of Qianyuan Mountain. I have long heard of Senior Brother Nezha's extraordinary valor. Meeting you truly surpasses hearing of you."

The flesh fetus did not react. It merely crawled swiftly toward Yang He, while Madam Yin gently cleared a path for Nezha.

Yang He did not move recklessly. There was not the slightest trace of abnormality in his gaze as he looked directly at the flesh fetus.

Though bizarre, it was barely still within the bounds of his understanding.

Gurgle.

The lotus-root arms reached toward Yang He. The moment they touched his flesh, purple-blue bruises appeared. His Yang Fire dimmed, and his life force nearly went out.

Yang He endured the agonizing pain and swallowed Great Replenishing Pills, then took out another ten and offered them to the flesh fetus.

After hesitating for several breaths, the flesh fetus accepted them. Countless lotus-root arms began fighting over the Great Replenishing Pills, truly giving the impression of an unborn infant.

Yang He feared the flesh fetus might accidentally kill him. "Senior Brother Nezha, since this junior brother is taking your corpse, your grudge over your death will be mine as well. From now on, I will repay you through this."

Crack.

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, the flesh fetus stopped playing around. The lotus-root arms clenched into fists together.

Black hair surged outward like waves.

Yang He staggered as he was sent flying backward. Then he saw the flesh fetus return to its original position, continuing to reconstruct its body with every rise and fall of its breathing.

He hesitated slightly, unsure what Nezha's attitude was.

At that moment, black hair delivered a lotus-root arm before Yang He.

Unformed aberrant arm

A yin object derived while Nezha reconstructed his body. Its quality was far from complete, and it could be used to refine the yin artifact "Corpse Puppet."

The aberrant arm's yin qi was restrained. It looked like an ordinary infant's arm, but the Force Ghost within Yang He's body was incomparably excited by it.

Yang He chuckled. The aberrant arm could be used to fill the ghost hand with flesh and blood, and the Force Ghost had five requirements in total for advancing into an Evil Ghost.

Next, he merely needed to form bones, grow meridians, and wrap it in skin.

With a thought from Yang He, the aberrant arm quietly vanished into the ghost hand. However, it was only temporarily grafted on and still required long, painstaking cultivation.

"Senior Brother, once this junior brother gives his word, four horses cannot pull it back."

Yang He was actually only talking big. Behind Li Jing stood Daoist Rādharana, and in the original work, Nezha wanted to beat his father to death as soon as he was revived.

In the end, Daoist Rādharana appeared, accepted Li Jing as his disciple, and bestowed a pagoda upon him to subdue Nezha.

The saying "acknowledge the tower as your father" came from this. As long as Li Jing's pagoda dared leave his hand, Nezha would not hesitate to commit patricide at the first opportunity.

Heh heh, as long as the man is there, the tower is there—the original Garen.

Yang He silently mocked it a few times, then struggled to swim toward the coffin.

Great Replenishing Pills were swallowed into his throat as though they cost nothing. His Yang Fire surged violently, his organs once again neared collapse, and pus-filled blood flowed from his nose and mouth.

Madam Yin seemed to have received Nezha's instruction. Her black hair actively pushed Yang He onward.

A moment later, he could already see the battered coffin. Its wooden structure was riddled with holes, yet it had somehow not fallen apart.

Li Feng and the others were wrapped in black hair, so they had not suffered any harm.

Dong!

Yang He's head swelled painfully, and a fine crack actually appeared in his skull.

Knock knock!

The ribs in Yang He's chest snapped in response.

He did not retreat to a safe distance. Clutching the black hair, he crawled toward the coffin, his entire skeleton gradually shattering into fragments beneath the knocking.

That's all due to his freakish half-human, half-ghost physique. Anyone else would already have died.

Yang He's limbs had gone limp, and he relied entirely on the ghost hand to support his advance.

"Mm."

Yang He used all his strength to pull himself forward and finally reached the coffin. The knocking stopped, but he could feel the corpse gathering strength to strike.

The corpse hated everything. It wanted to kill every living being.

Why had it struggled so bitterly yet been unable to be born? Why could Nezha, part of the same body, reconstruct his flesh? Why did it have to suffer the torment of eternal sinking?

Why! Why ahhh!!!

The ghost hand raised its middle finger.

Yang He grinned and muttered, "I know you want to be born..."

"So I came."

The corpse paused involuntarily. Then the ghost hand lifted one corner of the lid, shoved Yang He directly inside, and closed it again.