Corpse King

In the Corpse Cave mountain cave within the mass grave forest, Fang Mu and the skeletal monster were locked in combat, stirring up dust and debris within the cave as earth and rocks flew.

Finally, Fang Mu unleashed the Golden Sword, which transformed into a golden light and slashed towards the skeletal monster.

As the golden light flashed repeatedly, the skeletal monster was cut into several pieces and scattered across the ground.

The golden light dissipated, and Fang Mu collected the Golden Sword into the Demon Refining Mirror.

Qi Zhu did not see the Golden Sword in Fang Mu's hand. She only saw streaks of golden light flash, and then the skeletal monster turned into a pile of shattered bones.

"Fang Fang Mu?"

Looking at the approaching figure, Qi Zhu asked with some surprise.

Then, she felt a sharp pain in her neck, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.

Looking at the unconscious Qi Zhu, Fang Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly activated the Demon Refining Mirror to refine the skeletal monster's remains.

With a flash of golden light, the skeletal monster turned into a pool of blood on the ground.

Essence Blood Pill, formed from the Corpse King's skeleton, can strengthen bones after consumption.

Bone Spur, obtained from refining the Corpse King's skeleton, can be fused into a part of the body to modify the bones in that area, granting the ability of bone spur attacks.

Seeing the suddenly appearing pill and a palm-sized bone, Fang Mu was a little surprised.

It seemed he had refined something good again, but now was not the time for cultivation and fusion. He quickly put away the pill and the bone spur.

Then, he checked his surroundings and found several people who had lost too much blood and had fallen unconscious.

Fang Mu treated them, then moved the unconscious Qi Zhu to the pile of corpses.

He smeared some blood on her and also smeared some on himself before lying down beside her and playing dead.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Fang Mu's body had become stiff and numb from playing dead, and he was almost asleep.

Finally, over a dozen Demon Slayer Envoys arrived. They held torches and were startled to see the cave filled with corpses, letting out exclamations of shock.

"Miss Qi Zhu.!"

The dozen or so Demon Slayer Envoys were startled to see Qi Zhu covered in blood and rushed forward to check on her.

"Quick! Look for any survivors. This place is not safe."

After a flurry of searching, Fang Mu was finally discovered.

Soon, he and the few survivors, including Qi Zhu, were carried away.

Following the unconscious people and pretending to be awake, Fang Mu found himself in the main hall of the Demon Slayer Division.

Wen Xuan and Tu Qing were there, among others. As for Qi Zhu, she had already been taken away for special attention.

After being questioned, Fang Mu naturally claimed to know nothing.

The others only said that they encountered a skeletal demon, and after being attacked by bone spurs, they had passed out.

After questioning them, they didn't get any useful information, so Fang Mu and the others were released.

Leaving the Demon Slayer Division, Fang Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Tu Qing wasn't in the mood to bother him; he and Wen Xuan were both injured in this battle.

The Bronze Toad Envoy Chen Mu, whom he had met once, had even met a bad end, perishing along with the Corpse King.

After learning the news, Fang Mu couldn't help but feel surprised. That was a third-rank Martial Realm practitioner, and he had been killed.

After refining the skeletal monster, Fang Mu obtained some fragmented memories from it.

The skeleton was actually also a Corpse King. That hundred-year-old Corpse King was quite formidable, having separated its physical body from its corpse, becoming two parts.

However, they were all dead now, having met a tragic end with no remains left.

Shaking his head, Fang Mu returned to the slums.

Upon returning home, he found that Fang Jing had already woken up, which made him breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Brother! I want to cultivate!"

"Why do you suddenly want to cultivate?"

"I want to protect you and not be a burden to you."

"Silly girl! Brother isn't tired. As long as you are well, everything I strive for has meaning."

"Mhm, I want to cultivate!"

Looking at Fang Jing's determined gaze, Fang Mu finally nodded.

Then, he said with some helplessness, "I don't know any cultivation methods either. I rely on pills to strengthen my physical body."

"Your body is too weak. It's best to strengthen your body first. Your cultivation realm will naturally break through when the time is right."

As he finished speaking, Fang Mu handed several Essence Blood Pills to Fang Jing, instructing, "You can only take the pills gradually!"

"Take some ordinary pills first. After your body is strengthened, I will give you higher-grade pills."

After giving Fang Jing a few instructions and reminding her of some cultivation precautions.

Fang Mu looked at Xixi sleeping on the bed and the clone cultivating beside her.

Without disturbing them, he turned and went into the room where he lived.

Fang Mu took out the Essence Bone Pill and swallowed it, beginning to refine it and absorb its medicinal power to strengthen his bones.

With a series of cracking sounds, the bones within his body began to tremble automatically.

As the bones vibrated with a humming sound, a thin layer of bone membrane covered the bones, gradually enveloping Fang Mu's entire skeletal structure.

He stood up, clenched his fist, and threw a few punches at the empty air. To his surprise, he found he could create sonic booms that ripped through the air.

His speed and strength seemed to have both significantly increased.

After retracting his hands, Fang Mu continued to sit cross-legged, taking out the Bone Spur and Bat Wings.

Fang Mu integrated the Bone Spur into his left hand, while he dripped blood on the Bat Wings to claim ownership and refine them.

As the Bone Spur and Bat Wings merged into Fang Mu's body, he grunted and clenched his fist tightly, managing to suppress a scream.

Large beads of sweat dripped from Fang Mu's forehead. He hadn't expected fusing the Bone Spur and Bat Wings to be so painful.

After the Bone Spur integrated into his left hand, it began to modify it.

He watched as sharp bone spurs would periodically protrude from his hand bones, gradually softening and wriggling, absorbing his blood and qi.

The Bat Wings were the most painful. A pair of black wings slowly grew out of Fang Mu's body.

Enduring the pain, Fang Mu felt he had been too hasty, turning himself into a bird-man.

As the pain gradually subsided, the black bat wings on his back flapped, and he found he could control them as easily as his own arms.

Slowly flapping his wings, Fang Mu wobbled into the air.

But he soon crashed into a roof beam, crying out in pain as he fell.

Fang Mu got up from the ground, unharmed.

He tested the Bat Wings, finding they could retract at will.

When not needed, they could shrink to the size of a thumb and disappear into his body.

This made Fang Mu breathe a sigh of relief. He had truly feared he wouldn't be able to retract the wings and would have to painfully rip them off.

Glancing at his left hand, Fang Mu controlled the power of the Bone Spur.

Countless sharp bone spurs instantly broke through his skin and flesh, growing out.

Fang Mu gasped, quickly retracting the ability. This was too much of a drawback; it hurt himself before hurting others.

Looking at the many bloody holes on his arm, he felt like crying. He realized that unless he was fighting for his life, he couldn't easily use the Bone Spur ability, lest he cripple his own hand before defeating the enemy.

Glancing at the sky, Fang Mu didn't sleep. He sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.

His cultivation had been stuck at the seventh stage of the Martial Realm for a long time.

He had been suppressing his cultivation, not breaking through. Now that he had some free time, he decided to seize the opportunity to advance his cultivation, which would make things more convenient later.

At the very least, having survived a great ordeal, breaking through a minor cultivation level shouldn't attract suspicion.