Transmigrating into a Corpse Incinerator

Divine Concealment Sect, Corpse Refining Courtyard:

Dozens of black-clad, saber-wielding academicians stood in neat rows on either side, an invisible aura of grimness immediately spreading through the night.

They stared coldly at the room ahead, ready to rush in and suppress any unexpected situations.

"Where is this?"

Li Ye's eyes fluttered open groggily. Beside him lay a corpse, its blood staining the white shroud a vivid red.

A chilling sensation instantly spread through Li Ye's heart.

What the hell, am I in a morgue?!

Li Ye shot up, and a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind.

"I've transmigrated, and I have the same name as the body's original owner?"

He stood there, stunned.

Li Ye: Holy Son of the Divine Concealment Sect, eighteen years old. Two years in Body Tempering, two years in Qi Gathering, three years at the great circle of Object Manipulation. Radiant and brilliant, he was the foremost prodigy of the Southern region.

The Body Tempering Realm is the first stage of cultivation, focusing on tempering the skin, flesh, tendons, bones, organs, and meridians of the body to lay the foundation for the subsequent Qi Gathering Realm.

Qi Gathering Realm: Comprehending heaven and earth, absorbing spiritual energy, and obtaining powerful strength.

Object Manipulation Realm: The third great realm of cultivation. At this level, one can manipulate objects from a distance, fly through the heavens and burrow through the earth, and use artifacts to kill people.

Others' cultivation grew stronger with practice, but six months ago, the Holy Son Li Ye went in the opposite direction. His cultivation plummeted, eventually falling out of the Body Tempering Realm.

His status also demoted from Holy Son of the Divine Concealment Sect to elite disciple, then to ordinary inner disciple, outer disciple, and finally, a handyman disciple.

He ended up as the lowest of the low: a Corpse Incinerator.

Just moments ago, the arrogant Holy Son, before he could even begin his work at the Corpse Refining Courtyard, died of depression.

"I don't want this account..."

Upon learning of the body's owner's experiences and his current predicament, Li Ye's vision went black, and he nearly fainted.

Other people transmigrated into useless princes, useless young masters, or useless heirs, and at worst, they'd have a beautiful maid to dote on them.

But for me, it's just a crematorium?

Li Ye was on the verge of a breakdown. This guy's account was so useless, it was unplayable:

"Wait a minute, how did I die?"

Li Ye tried hard to recall memories from his previous life.

He came from a sapphire planet, where he was an ordinary university student. Because he got sick, his vision blurred from the fever, and he managed to pick out cephalosporins from several medications.

Then, he mistook the half-cup of Erguotou his roommate left behind for plain water.

Cephalosporins with alcohol... and that's how he ended up here.

"Li Ergou, I will not rest until I've had my revenge on you!"

Li Ye roared in his heart.

Suddenly, he saw the corpse beside him move.

Li Ye froze, then something occurred to him. He quickly went to the corpse and lifted the shroud, revealing the robust body of a middle-aged man.

The corpse had already grown about a centimeter of red hair.

Li Ye's heart chilled: "...It's a Corpse Transformation, just as I suspected!"

This was a bizarre cultivation world, filled with Humans, Demons, Devils, Ghosts, and countless powerful beings.

Mortals defied fate by devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gaining immense power and living as long as the heavens.

However, every gain has a price. Once these individuals died, their cultivation could easily merge with resentment, obsessions, and other negative energies, causing mutations, commonly known as Corpse Transformation.

Once a corpse mutated, it would at the very least attack people, and at worst, wreak havoc on a region.

More powerful ones could even gain sentience and remain in the human world in another form, forming a group—Corpse Cultivators!

Corpse Cultivators were anathema to heaven and earth, and hated by both gods and men.

Fierce Corpses must never be buried, as it only provides them with a place to metamorphose.

Thus, a profession called Corpse Incinerator was born in this world, responsible for handling all sorts of Fierce Corpses.

The one before him was one such case.

Li Ye dared not delay. If the corpse fully rose, his current physical condition wouldn't be enough to handle it.

Looking at the fiery red furnace, which was likely lit by the Holy Son before his death, Li Ye exerted all his strength to move the middle-aged man onto the incineration rack and push him into the furnace.

What has this body been through? To think that a former expert at the great circle of Object Manipulation (the Holy Son) struggles to lift a corpse.

Li Ye thought, panting heavily.

Flames raged, and the middle-aged man quickly merged with the fire. In a daze, Li Ye saw images floating in the flames, seemingly glimpses of the man's life, unfolding like a slideshow.

But they vanished quickly, gone in a flash.

A corpse carries the traces of a person's entire life, a testament to their time in the human world.

Li Ye felt as though he had witnessed the decomposition of a life's imprint, his heart filled with a thousand emotions.

Regrettably, those images bloomed and vanished in an instant, leaving Li Ye only able to discern the beginning and the end.

A chubby, innocent infant being born, and a middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a white mist surged from the corpse incineration furnace and swiftly entered Li Ye's body, circulating through his meridians.

Wherever the white mist passed, Li Ye's body crackled and popped, his internal organs and every limb vibrating in unison, shaking out a small amount of dark, viscous liquid.

Presumably, impurities from Li Ye's body.

"What is this?"

Li Ye was stunned by this miraculous sight.

Was the light extracted from the corpse?

Hmm, my body seems to have become much stronger, equivalent to half a month's worth of body tempering results from the Holy Son's arduous cultivation.

A thick killing intent enveloped the Corpse Refining Courtyard.

The killing intent came from the group of academicians carrying swords, as they noticed the smoke from the large chimney on the roof had ceased.

"Alert!"

The leading black-clothed academician said gravely, ordering his men to step forward and open the door.

These were all experts from the Corpse Refining Courtyard.

Each possessed immense strength; should the incineration fail and any variables arise, they would be the first to suppress them.

A black-clothed academician stepped forward to unlock the door. As it slowly opened, he wore an expression of surprise.

It succeeded?

Inside the room, dimly lit by candlelight, a young man stood before the incineration furnace, lost in thought.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good job, young man. You succeeded on your first try."

The leading black-clothed academician praised, but the appreciative expression vanished within a second.

The leader of the black-clothed academicians had examined the corpse; the possibility of Corpse Transformation was high, and many seasoned veterans could have met their end.

This young man had succeeded as soon as he arrived.

The Corpse Refining Courtyard was an institution outsourced by the Divine Concealment Sect. It received a certain amount of money and cultivation resources annually from the person in charge, who then handled all Fierce Corpses entirely.

The leading black-clothed academician finished speaking and tossed a few copper coins into the room – Li Ye's wages for the day.

Then, the group left.

The Corpse Refining Courtyard was gloomy and inauspicious; no one was willing to linger there.

Normally, Divine Concealment Sect disciples returning would skirt around the Corpse Refining Courtyard on their way up the mountain, fearing their luck would be affected, which would be detrimental to their cultivation.

If their luck were to diminish, missing out on a future opportunity would be a loss not worth the gain.

"Boss, this number three courtyard's furnace exploded yesterday, killing all the Corpse Incinerators. I didn't expect the old furnace we picked up today to work so well."

"Yeah, it looked like it was about to be scrapped, but it seems like it can last a while longer. We saved the money for a new furnace. Let's go for a drink..."

The group of black-clothed academicians walked away, chatting and laughing.

"Is the white mist the essence of cultivation remaining in the corpse?"

In the incineration room, Li Ye seemed to understand something, his mood becoming incredibly excited.

The Corpse Refining Courtyard received corpses every day, and the incineration furnace could extract the essence of cultivation from them...

In that case, wouldn't I quickly gain boundless cultivation?

Li Ye stared at the incineration furnace as if it were a treasure. Suddenly, his expression shifted: "...It's this!"

Isn't this just a larger version of that red furnace pendant I got for nine-nine-eighty-one on Taobao?

Did I buy a divine artifact? Did it cross over with me?