Because refining a Silver Corpse required vast quantities of blood, Third Young Master Zhao had specially captured a group of people to serve as blood slaves, imprisoning them in the wilderness. He fed them while drawing their blood.
Unexpectedly, once the Silver Corpse's refinement reached a certain stage, its Yin energy surged. No matter how he tried to suppress it with formations, it still attracted mountain ghosts and evil spirits.
Unable to bear the constant disturbance, Third Young Master Zhao had no choice but to move the corpse-refining site to Bayi City.
He owned a residence in the western part of the city where he kept the blood slaves imprisoned. But after being bled day after day, they realized they had no hope of survival and gradually fell into despair. When Third Young Master Zhao came to draw their blood one day, they suddenly rose up against him.
The blood slaves were weak; the strongest among them had only reached the Qi Sea Realm. How could they possibly stand against Third Young Master Zhao?
What Third Young Master Zhao hadn't expected was that the blood slaves, driven to despair, had no intention of begging for their lives. They could have easily killed themselves, but that wouldn't have made Third Young Master Zhao bear their resentment. It would have let the Zhao bastard off far too easily.
So the blood slaves fought like men with nothing to lose, and seven or eight of them died in an instant.
Young Master Zhao was horrified. Killing these blood slaves was easier for him than slaughtering chickens or dogs, but the problem was that the deaths of those seven or eight would cost him seven or eight Kill-Stopping Tablets.
He had long since used up all but three of his low-tier quota. With seven