Mid-Mountain

The mountain gate elder swore that this was the first time in his life he had seen a demon so contemptuous of zombies.

Now and then, stones shattered the limbs of rotting corpses. A certain white flood dragon was having the time of her life, body and soul delighted, and invited Mu Duo to play with her. Mu Duo, the saintess of the Jiuli White Tribe's Cloud Remote Ancient Village, merely shook her head speechlessly, feeling she would be better off going to the Beast Cage in the underground ghost city to fight black-market bouts.

She swung the club and sent stones flying, watching as they occasionally veered off and missed.

It was all for fun. Using spiritual power for everything would be far too boring. In those brief moments after striking a stone, she would be thrilled and excited—cheering happily if it hit, or hanging her head in disappointment if it missed before trying again.

There were not many carefree cultivators in the world. This particular flood dragon was an oddity, especially skilled at enjoying herself.

In truth, casually using the rotting corpses for amusement in the camp was also meant to raise morale. Corpses were not difficult to deal with, and creatures with scarlet eyes were not necessarily terrifying monsters. If one still did not dare rise and fight for one's life when death loomed, then one was truly beyond saving.

Bai Yujun's dismissive attitude toward the corpses eased the pressure in many people's hearts and let them pick up hope again.

Sometimes, reasoning was utterly meaningless. No matter how eloquently one spoke, it was all nonsense; unless one could talk the corpses to death, no pleasant words had any practical use.

One had to act. One had to prove it.

After seeing Bai Yujun casually toy with