"Grave?"
Hearing Chen Luo's request, Chang Song was completely stunned.
He had considered all kinds of demands, but this was the first time he had ever heard someone ask him to "find graves."
"What do you need graves for?"
"Cultivation, of course."
Chen Luo had not intended to hide it either. More importantly, he would inevitably have dealings with these people later on. Rather than hide his head and show his tail, he might as well tell them some things proactively and save them from making wild guesses. Besides, hardly anyone would believe something like Picking Up Brains even if he told them.
"Could it be that your Natal Magic Artifact is a Corpse Artifact?"
A trace of wariness flashed through the Old Man's eyes.
A Corpse Artifact was an evil treasure refined from human bones and souls. Such artifacts were cheap to make and could rapidly raise one's strength. The price was that those who refined them would go mad. The bones and blood used in their forging were mixed with the resentment qi from the cultivators' lives, and once they developed to a certain point, they would turn around and devour their wielder.
This Cultivation Method was expressly forbidden in the Return to Ruins Sea.
Even at their Hundred Monsters Mountain, few dared to refine such artifacts. After all, this was a dead end that had already been proven.
"Of course not. My Natal Magic Artifact is a pure yang artifact."
Chen Luo spread his palm, and the Golden Lion's sunfire appeared in it, dispelling the doubts in their hearts. During this period, Chen Luo and Xu Yun had inquired about quite a few matters concerning the Return to Ruins Sea, so he knew its taboos.
"Then—"
"You have too many questions. I came here to discuss cooperation."