Nascent Soul Late Stage Occupies the Poison Swamp Like a Cuckoo in a Magpie's Nest [Monthly Ticket Request]

Three months later.

Inside a cave abode where Yin qi lingered, the original Blood Coffin was shrouded in Yin qi, taking on a dark-red hue.

The figure within the Blood Coffin no longer resembled the beautiful woman she had once been. She was now a corpse puppet, her body shriveled and emaciated, dark-gray skin stretched tightly over her bones, her face savage and twisted.

"Do not blame me, Fellow Daoist. I merely took another's money and helped them avert disaster. Besides, I have left you a sliver of a chance at reincarnation."

Before the formation platform supporting the Blood Coffin, Lin Chang'an sat cross-legged with a calm expression. He slowly opened his eyes, and after forming hand seals, wisps of Yin qi began seeping into the unconscious corpse puppet.

Looking at the corpse puppet, Lin Chang'an frowned inwardly.

"Her strength is not particularly great. For a grand cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, there was no need to go to such lengths. The root of it must lie in the secret technique."

Following Shi Yunzhou's requirements, he could only vaguely infer the general situation.

A mere Nascent Soul Dharma Body shell could now display, at most, the power of the Nascent Soul Early Stage. But if certain Demonic Path secret techniques were used to forcibly refine the Nascent Soul and divine soul of the original body into it—

Then this corpse puppet could wield eighty or ninety percent of its strength from life. With certain secret techniques, it might even possess stranger and more sinister divine abilities.

A corpse puppet at the peak of the Nascent Soul Late Stage feared neither pain nor death. Even to a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, its importance went without saying.

Should some dangerous situation arise, having this corpse puppet risk its life