Deep in the Underground Palace, a Calf-Licking Love Ran Deep
Gusts of yin wind swept through, blood light swayed, and the place was utterly eerie.
Above the Blood Pool floated a corpse.
A corpse, they called it.
Yet from the outside, it looked no different from a living person.
As though it were merely asleep.
Faint white starlight radiated from all around the corpse.
A terrifying pressure spread from its body.
It pressed down on the master and disciple until they could barely breathe.
This was the Divine Mansion Realm!
Even after nearly a hundred years since its death, its lingering might was still not to be looked upon directly.
Li Xingzhou wore white robes, his face pale and his breath unsteady.
Yet his eyes burned with an almost sickly fervor.
"Master, this time, your disciple braved nine deaths and one life to retrieve this Divine Mansion corpse."
"This old fellow has been dead for less than a century. More than half the power in his body still remains."
"If you can successfully refine him into a Human Weapon—"
"You will surely shatter the shackles in one stroke and advance to become a fifth-rank Human Weapon Master!"
"And our Soul Sect will gain an additional Divine Mansion combatant!"
"With a Divine Mansion combatant standing guard, who would still dare call our Soul Sect a crooked and wicked sect?"
Gongsun Ban stood with his hands behind his back, staring unblinkingly at the Divine Mansion corpse.
His silver hair stirred despite the absence of wind.
Fifth rank.
This was the realm he had dreamed of attaining.
If he could become a fifth-rank Human Weapon Master—
He could return openly and proudly to find his master, Old Man Fengshan.
And tell him that the path Gongsun Ban had chosen was not wrong!
Gongsun