With a flick of his hand, the Black Demon Banner floated above his palm. It was a small banner, black from end to end, with a blood-red embossed character on its surface. It bared its fangs and claws, and one could vaguely make out the ancient form of the character "demon."
A long-sealed aura rushed toward him. Suspended above his palm, it swayed without wind. A ring of darkness surrounded it, as though even light had been swallowed whole.
Taking a deep breath, Qin He tucked the little banner into his sleeve, feeling like he had nowhere to vent his frustration.
The recent rewards had become increasingly heretical.
They were all things from Heretical Ways.
The last rewards had included a Blood Pill, the Blood Puppet Technique, and a Baleful Intent Pill. This time, there was another Black Demon Banner, and before that, there had been the Evil Qi Art.
When the hell will I recover my full cultivation?
Qin He could not help but feel a trace of agitation.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Just as Qin He was about to start cursing, someone knocked on the door of the Corpse Burning Chamber.
Xie Dading's voice came through. "Done burning? Hand over the ashes and go home. We're closing the main gates."
"Done." Qin He hurriedly took out his shovel and scooped up the ashes. He smashed the bones that had not fully burned to dust and tossed them into the bucket as well.
The furnace temperature was not high enough. This furnace needed some modifications, and so did the bellows. The pull-rod type was still inferior to the cowhide kind—stronger wind and less effort.
The final destination for the ashes from the Corpse Burning Chamber was a large water trough.
Once it filled up, it would be pushed out and