Over the next half year, Li Tui was like a vulture.
Wherever there were corpses, that was where he went.
By continuously condensing Killing Intent, Li Tui's cultivation at the fourth layer of Qi Refinement gradually stabilized and began climbing toward the fifth.
But the further he went, the more Killing Intent he needed, and the higher his demands for quality became. Of those mixed, impure crystals refined from corpses, refining ten of them increased his spiritual energy by less than thirty percent of what a single high-grade Yin Corpse Core once had.
Sources of corpses also became harder and harder to find. Moreover, wherever many people died, the authorities or local forces would soon come to collect and clear away the bodies. Twice, Li Tui had nearly run into government constables.
It had gotten to the point where Li Tui occasionally had to take matters into his own hands and plot against living people.
That night, Li Tui slipped into a place south of town called Graystone Fort.
Three days earlier, two groups of local toughs had clashed over territory, leaving quite a few dead. The moment Li Tui heard the news, he rushed over through the night.
The fort was not large, and one corner of its stone wall had collapsed. Inside, everything was deathly quiet, while the smell of blood and rotting corpses drifted through the air.
Li Tui climbed over the collapsed wall, landing without a sound.
Under the moonlight, corpses lay strewn across the streets. Some wore rough cloth garments, others leather armor, with sabers and spears still clutched in their hands. Blood had congealed on the flagstones, drawing swarms of flies.
There were over twenty corpses in all.
Li Tui chose the nearest one and crouched down.
He pressed his right hand against the