At Mao Jing's words, I immediately turned my gaze toward the red-haired old zombie's corpse.
There were corpse pellets inside zombies—something even many ordinary people had heard of.
Such a powerful red-haired old zombie must have possessed an extraordinary corpse pellet.
I immediately nodded.
"Alright, I'll dig it out."
With that, I took the Fish Bone Sword and walked over.
By the time I reached the zombie's corpse, it had already shriveled badly, though a faint corpse aura still lingered.
And the corpse aura was emanating from its chest.
Holding the Fish Bone Sword, I drove it in with a single thrust, cutting open its chest and the shriveled zombie flesh.
Sure enough, I found a corpse pellet inside, like a blood-red pearl.
The thing gave off a powerful corpse aura. I didn't dare pick it up with my bare hand and asked instead,
"Mao Jing, can I pick this thing up directly?"
"Yes. Corpse pellets aren't poisonous. On the contrary, they possess strong medicinal properties."
Once I heard it wasn't toxic, I was relieved.
I dug out the corpse pellet and touched it. It wasn't as cold as I had imagined—there was even a trace of warmth to it.
And just after I removed the corpse pellet, the corpse before me began rapidly weathering away at a visible pace.
In less than a minute, it had crumbled directly into dust.
"Damn, can this corpse pellet preserve a corpse or something?"
I muttered to myself, then headed back with the corpse pellet.
Mao Jing said this thing could be used to refine pills, and I was curious what kind of pills it could make.
Though my grandmaster was formidable, his notes contained no descriptions of pill refinement.
It seemed this was also one of my grandmaster's shortcomings.
But Mount Qingcheng,