Picking Up Corpses Late at Night, All Is Well

"Boom—!"

Just as this muffled, thunderous crash suddenly erupted, the anticipated pain failed to descend upon Shen Fan.

Shen Fan felt his back instantly soaked with cold sweat, his heart leaping into his throat.

When he slowly opened his eyes, still in shock, and looked towards the direction of the sound, he saw a ghostly figure, exuding a strange aura, frantically pinning Baishitong to the ground, his hands tearing at him like sharp claws.

Not far away, an old and hunched figure was hurrying over.

Although the figure seemed somewhat unsteady, it radiated an aura that was not to be underestimated.

"Old Man Duan?"

Shen Fan's eyes widened at the sight, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Old Man Duan's attack was extremely ruthless, his speed astonishing.

Wielding a sharp dagger, he moved forward like a ghost, stabbing fiercely at Baishitong's eyes.

A look of extreme horror instantly appeared on Baishitong's face, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Nether Corpse Sect!"

"Splat—!"

Blood splattered like a fountain, Baishitong struggled a few times, then stopped like a puddle of mud, silent and still.

Old Man Duan's hands danced like nimble performers, controlling the ghostly figure to quickly rise, then dashed towards the depths of the forest, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Boy, the Enforcement Disciples are coming soon, clean up and leave quickly!"

Old Man Duan's slightly hoarse but authoritative voice came from the forest. Before the words faded, he had vanished without a trace.

Leaving Shen Fan standing there dumbfounded, as if in a dream, his mind blank.

"That old man actually ran away!"

Shen Fan thought he would see things through to the end and clean up this mess, but he didn't expect him to run!

After a brief moment of astonishment, Shen Fan woke up as if from a dream and immediately hurried over to the two corpses whose heads had been blown to smithereens.

He took a deep breath, formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and used the Flame Serpent Art to incinerate them on the spot.

While the corpses were burning, Shen Fan rushed to the corpses of Baishitong and Biaozi.

Just as he was about to use the Flame Serpent Art again to cremate these two corpses and destroy the evidence, the ghastly corpse puppet controlled by Old Man Duan suddenly appeared in his mind.

He suddenly remembered that he had come to the Market to buy demon beasts in order to refine corpse puppets.

And wasn't the best material for refining corpse puppets cultivators?

Thinking of this, he looked around to make sure no one was there, then immediately dragged the two corpses into the nearby woods.

He searched around in the woods and finally found a deep pit, into which he unhesitatingly threw the corpses.

Afterward, he carefully cleaned up the surrounding bloodstains and buried the two corpses that had been burned clean with sand, before hurriedly leaving this place of trouble.

This series of actions left Shen Fan panting, sweating profusely, and his legs feeling weak.

After returning to the Waste Elixir Chamber, he locked the door, unable to hold on any longer, and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

After a while, he recovered and picked up the water ladle, gulping down two ladles of water, which made him feel a little better.

Everything that had just happened was thrilling, like a nightmare.

Looking back now, Shen Fan couldn't help but admire himself.

With just one offensive spell, the Flame Serpent Art, he was able to kill three people while surrounded by two Qi Refining Stage Level 2 cultivators, one Qi Refining Stage Level 3 cultivator, and one Qi Refining Stage Level 4 cultivator.

The potential that had erupted in this life-or-death situation was unbelievable even to himself.

However, thinking of the corpses that had not yet been dealt with, Shen Fan immediately became worried again.

Would the corpses be discovered?

If they were discovered, would it be traced back to him?

He immediately replayed every detail of the entire incident in his mind.

First of all, no one knew when he left the Market.

They wouldn't tell anyone that they were chasing him.

So, from this point of view, he was safe.

Secondly, the scene of the incident could only prove that it was caused by a powerful fire-attribute spell, and the power of this spell was far beyond the Flame Serpent Art.

So, his well-known weak Flame Serpent Art had become his shield.

In addition, Shen Fan thought carefully, and it seemed that he had not left any detailed clues at the scene.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up.

At this time, Shen Fan realized that the clothes on his body were completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his skin, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He took a cool shower at room temperature of forty degrees, changed into clean clothes, and then started cooking.

To be on the safe side, he hid all the suspicious things in the Waste Elixir Chamber.

If the Enforcement Disciples came and found anything suspicious while searching here, it would be troublesome.

Around noon, Shen Fan had no desire to cultivate, so he just sat there quietly, waiting until late at night.

The night was deep, and all was silent.

Shen Fan changed into a set of black clothes, and like a ghost, he sneaked out of the door, then went down the mountain via a small path, arriving at the scene of the previous incident.

The night was as black as ink, and he could only barely see with the faint moonlight.

Shen Fan didn't dare to light a lamp, so he started searching around in the dark.

After entering the small woods, Shen Fan groped forward, relying on his memory from the daytime.

The next moment, he was suddenly tripped by something soft, and he fell forward.

Immediately afterward, a head with only one eye came into view.

Shen Fan immediately gasped, pushed himself back with his hands, and retreated repeatedly, his heart instantly leaping into his throat.

After his emotions had stabilized a little, Shen Fan looked around, carefully listened to make sure there was no movement around him, and quickly controlled his spiritual power output, casting the Flame Serpent Art.

The firelight instantly illuminated the small woods, revealing two corpses piled in a pit, in the exact same positions as they were during the day.

Seeing this, Shen Fan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness!

The bodies hadn't been discovered.

Afterward, Shen Fan grabbed one corpse in each hand, lifted them up, and went straight to the Waste Elixir Chamber.

The two men were already dead, becoming cold corpses, not as agile as living Qi Refining Stage cultivators, unable to move.

Now, they were just over three hundred pounds of meat.

For Shen Fan, who was at the third level of the Qi Refining Stage, lifting them was easy.

It was already late at night, and Shen Fan brought the corpses to the Waste Elixir Chamber without any obstruction.

However, he didn't relax just yet. Instead, he went out again, starting from the scene of the incident, and cleaned up all the traces and bloodstains along the way, before returning to the Waste Elixir Chamber.

Even after returning to the Waste Elixir Chamber, Shen Fan didn't rest.

He immediately took out the Corpse Refining Art medicinal materials he had purchased during the day and began to carefully preserve the corpses.

Afterward, he placed the corpses in the storage room, hanging them in mid-air to prevent them from being burned along with other waste.

Storing them here would allow him to burn them at the first sign of someone coming, leaving no trace behind.

By the time he had finished all this, it was almost dawn.

Shen Fan immediately took out the Treasure Gathering Universe Bowl from under the bed, looking at it with anticipation.

He saw a pile of fresh medicinal materials filling the broken bowl, emitting a fragrant aroma.

"It really works!"

Shen Fan was overjoyed, his eyes flashing with excitement.

These medicinal materials were the leftovers from the double portion of Corpse Refining Art medicinal materials that Shen Fan had bought at the Market.

He had put all the different kinds of medicinal materials into the Treasure Gathering Universe Bowl.

He hadn't expected that after one night, all the various medicinal materials had actually been duplicated.

Looking at the quantity, Shen Fan realized that the amount he could duplicate was probably based on the size of the Treasure Gathering Universe Bowl.