Female Corpse

A roasted chicken at the door, a pot of Nu'er Hong wine.

Li Ye had transmigrated over ten days ago and had been eating only steamed buns.

This was the first time he had seen a roasted chicken.

It was indeed very plump.

It should be extremely delicious.

What kind of Fierce Corpse was it that the Corpse Refining Courtyard had assigned him a roasted chicken for?

"Am I going to die tonight for sure?"

Li Ye muttered, then grabbed the roasted chicken and started devouring it.

The roasted chicken was warm, succulent, and juicy. Perhaps it was because Li Ye had eaten too many steamed buns, but he felt this roasted chicken was no worse than the "tech and tough ingredients" from his previous life.

"Chicken is too beautiful, basketball is too dangerous, hey, what are you doing..."

Li Ye gnawed contentedly, eating with great relish, humming a popular ditty from his past life as he ate.

He occasionally took a sip of wine.

The alcohol content in this world wasn't high, only around ten to twenty percent, but it still had a slight burn going down his throat. Li Ye didn't really like it.

As night fell, waves of Black-Clad Academicians headed towards the courtyards they were responsible for.

After Li Ye heated the furnace, ate the roasted chicken, and washed his hands, he saw two corpse carriers bring in a body covered with a shroud to the Corpse Incineration Hall.

Li Ye keenly noticed that the backs of the two men were wet.

Sweat was constantly pouring out.

After the corpse carriers placed the body in the incineration room, they left in a hurry.

Immediately after, the Black-Clad Academicians responsible for Li Ye's area rushed in, closed the large door, and stood on both sides, their steel knives kept half-drawn.

This formation made Li Ye's heart tighten, and his drunkenness sobered up by a third.

He cupped his hands towards everyone, and before he could say half a word, he turned and entered the incineration room.

Someone immediately stepped forward and locked the door.

Wine emboldens the timid. Li Ye still had seven-tenths of his drunkenness left.

Thus: "Chicken is too beautiful, basketball is too dangerous..."

Beautiful singing could be heard from the room.

"Boss, this one is probably hopeless, right?"

A Black-Clad Academician said.

"He's already eating roasted chicken. What hope could he have?"

The leader answered expressionlessly.

Although he had felt a sliver of admiration for Li Ye these past few days, it didn't mean anything.

The Corpse Incinerators were replaced too frequently. Li Ye and the others didn't know that if there had been the slightest chance, the Corpse Refining Courtyard wouldn't have sent a roasted chicken.

This was the thirteenth roasted chicken the Corpse Refining Courtyard had sent out this year. The previous twelve had all died.

"Alert!"

The leader shouted.

Li Ye decisively lifted the corpse onto the rack of the incineration furnace, about to push it in.

But his seven-tenths drunkenness still stirred a trace of curiosity.

Isn't this situation very calm?

Is there a need for roasted chicken?

If I don't see what kind of Fierce Corpse it is that warrants me eating roasted chicken, won't I regret it for life?

Li Ye lifted the shroud.

Beneath the shroud was the corpse of a girl around seventeen or eighteen years old.

Her eyelashes were long, her features were picturesque, her nose was high and delicate, and her cherry-like mouth was painted with a light red rouge, looking fresh and moist.

The girl had sculpted features, fair skin, a slender neck, and a graceful figure. She was wearing an ice-blue long dress that bloomed like a lotus, with no creases on the sleeves, ribbons, or hem.

A classical beauty.

The corpses Li Ye had encountered these past few days were either dirty, had ferocious expressions, or were imbued with malevolent energy. This was the first one he had seen that was so neat, clean, and beautiful.

Her appearance after death was so beautiful; she must have been a great beauty in life.

Just as Li Ye was lost in thought, the female corpse's long eyelashes trembled, and her eyes suddenly opened.

"Sis, wanna play basketball?"

Li Ye's face went pale, his drunkenness vanishing completely. He spoke while rapidly retreating.

A flicker of confusion crossed the Female Corpse's face, then her gaze sharpened.

She rose, her sash fluttering, her beautiful hair flying, an astonishing aura instantly spreading throughout the room.

Rolling corpse energy formed a layer of fierce wind around her body.

Fierce wind: Implies ferocity, an unstoppable force!

"Corpse Cultivator!"

Li Ye observed the woman's demeanor, a word popping into his mind.

This wasn't a Fierce Corpse at all, but a Corpse Cultivator.

How many days had this thing been left in my house?

They really don't care about the Corpse Incinerator's life.

There's a fundamental difference between Fierce Corpses and Corpse Cultivators.

The former are like beasts without intelligence, hazy and indistinct.

The latter have gained intelligence and can even integrate some of the original body's memories, existing as a continuation of the corpse's owner's life.

Corpse Cultivators are identical to normal Humans; they can speak, they can think, but one thing hasn't changed—they are bloodthirsty, violent, and cold-blooded.

Their blood is cold, and they can't help but pounce on any living person they see.

This is why Corpse Cultivators are abandoned by gods and men alike, and are not tolerated by heaven and earth.

It's because Corpse Cultivators inherently abandon all living beings.

Simply put, Fierce Corpses are low-level creatures, while Corpse Cultivators are primates.

The woman strode forward on her long legs, swaying gracefully, and said coldly, "Men are all trash."

Her voice was delicate and pleasant, with the crispness of a young girl.

Chii!

The woman's body flickered, leaving faint afterimages as her iron-like sharp fingernails clawed directly at Li Ye's forehead.

This woman was definitely at the Qi Gathering Realm in life, level five or higher.

Li Ye looked at the faint fierce wind energy swirling around her fingernails. It was clearly the remnant Qi Gathering Realm cultivation left in her body after death, fused with her resentment to produce corpse power.

Chii!

At the critical moment, Li Ye's tongue glowed, and the forty-nine characters of the Corpse Suppressing Incantation instantly formed, a faint golden light striking the Female Corpse's face.

Caught off guard, the Female Corpse was hit by Li Ye's move, her actions halting abruptly, freezing on the spot.

It worked?

Li Ye himself could hardly believe it. After all, she was a powerful Corpse Cultivator, but he hadn't expected the Corpse Suppressing Incantation to still be effective.

Bang!

Before he could rejoice for long, malevolent energy surged within the Female Corpse, shattering the fine golden light and breaking free from the Corpse Suppressing Incantation's restraint.

Roar!

The Female Corpse regained her mobility, letting out a furious roar, her sharp voice making the room's doors and windows tremble.

Li Ye bore the brunt of it, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his head splitting with pain. He covered his ears with his hands and retreated rapidly.

If not for his Body Tempering Realm third-layer physique supporting him, he might have already fainted.

When a Corpse Cultivator emerges, strange phenomena appear in the sky.

The moment the Female Corpse opened her eyes, dark clouds pressed down outside, and fierce winds howled, mixed with flashes of lightning.

A sinister, ominous, and eerie atmosphere was everywhere.

The Black-Clad Academicians guarding outside changed their expressions.

Immediately after, they heard terrifying roars coming from the room.

The rolling sound waves seemed capable of tearing souls apart.

"Prepare!"

The leader said in a deep voice.

As expected, the Corpse Incinerator inside should be dead.

Next, it was their mission.

Swish, swish, swish!

All the Black-Clad Academicians drew the steel knives at their waists, holding them in their hands, their expressions somewhat tense.

The celestial phenomena were too strange; the Fierce Corpse inside might be unusual.

Li Ye said, "You can't kill me."

The Female Corpse's movements froze.

Li Ye added, "I am very strong!"

A trace of fear appeared on the Female Corpse's face.

Li Ye continued, "Before me, you only have one choice: surrender."

The Female Corpse removed her belt and tied herself up.

Li Ye: "Don't resist, or I'll ensure you never find peace, not even in the afterlife."

The Female Corpse trembled, cold sweat pouring down her face.

Li Ye grabbed the Female Corpse and tossed her into the furnace.

As he spoke, a faint sheen flowed from his tongue.

Everything you say, women believe--Words Manifest Reality.