Mystic Corpse Scripture and Yin-Yang Heavenly Beauties

Mystic Corpse Scripture and Yin-Yang Heavenly Beauties. In the alley, Wu De's fat face leaned in extremely close, the warm, foul breath from his mouth almost spraying onto Zhao Hao's face.

Those words, "played with it until it broke," were like a slick, venomous snake, slithering through Zhao Hao's ears and drilling into his mind.

An icy feeling of being seen through in an instant shot straight from the soles of his feet to the back of his skull!

The instant that thought surfaced, he strangled it to death.

A Qi Refining fourth layer cultivator trying to run in front of an old devil at Foundation Establishment Early Stage was simply courting death!

Almost by instinct, Zhao Hao immediately mobilized the meager spiritual power inside him and rammed it backward into his own heart meridians.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The heavy, chaotic sound of his heartbeat instantly drowned out the clamor of the market.

A large amount of blood rushed into his brain, making his face first flush crimson, then turn deathly pale from the violent change.

In Wu De's eyes, this little junior brother's reaction was exactly that of a ten-year-old boy whose secret had been exposed, thrown into utter panic.

"I... I... I didn't..."

Zhao Hao's lips trembled, his teeth chattering, unable to squeeze out even a complete sentence. From head to toe, the words "guilty conscience" were written all over him.

"My refined corpse... it's... it's all in my cave dwelling. I didn't... didn't bring it out."

He stammered, his gaze dodging, looking for all the world like a brat caught lying on the spot who still wanted to keep a stiff mouth.

An oily gleam flickered in Wu De's beady eyes. Of course he did not believe him.

The "Yin-Yang Heavenly Beauties" he had given out had each been placed under special restrictions. As long as they were within a certain range, he could faintly sense them.

But now, he could not sense that living corpse's existence at all.

There were only two possibilities.

Either it had been completely destroyed.

Or it had been completely isolated by some extremely brilliant restriction.

Could a little brat who had just entered the sect possess such methods?

"Oh? Is that so?" Wu De's smile grew increasingly obscene. His thick, fleshy palm seemed to casually come to rest on Zhao Hao's shoulder.

A cold, heavy spiritual power, like maggots clinging to bone, drilled inward along his shoulder!

Zhao Hao only felt half his body go numb. His shoulder bone seemed to have been frozen by a block of ten-thousand-year black ice, even his blood and qi congealing.

This old thing is testing me!

Just then, a fawning voice came from the mouth of the alley, breaking the suffocating atmosphere.

"Senior Brother Zhao! So you were here! Junior Brother had such a hard time finding you!"

Lu Gui hurried over at a jog, his face piled with smiles, his posture exactly like a pug that had found its master.

When Zhao Hao saw Lu Gui, it was as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

His mind spun rapidly, and in an instant, he had an idea.

He suddenly struggled free, pretending he had only just recovered from his fright.

He grabbed Lu Gui and pointed at Wu De before him, shouting loudly, "Senior Brother Lu, what are you standing there for? This is our Corpse Refining Lineage's Seventh Senior Brother! Hurry up and pay your respects!"

His voice was hurried and fast, carrying the distinctive urge to show off and the impatience of a youth.

Lu Gui froze.

Seventh Senior Brother? Wu De?

Of course he knew him! This man was a personal disciple of the lineage master, an elder-level figure in the Foundation Establishment Realm!

Though his reputation within the sect was not good, his status was right there.

Lu Gui's knees went soft on the spot. The fawning smile on his face instantly magnified to the extreme, and he gave Wu De a deep ninety-degree bow.

"Disciple Lu Gui pays respects to Martial Uncle Wu!"

This bow directly blocked back every word Wu De had wanted to say.

Wu De's hand, which had just been raised, withdrew almost imperceptibly. His brows moved in the slightest, and after sweeping a glance over this outer sect disciple who had suddenly popped up, he instantly lost the interest to keep questioning.

Zhao Hao seized this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity, pulled Lu Gui half a step back, cupped his hands toward Wu De, and said in a tone carrying a bit of impatience, "Seventh Senior Brother, Senior Brother Lu and I still have some matters to attend to, so we won't disturb you any longer. We'll take our leave first!"

With that, he gave Wu De no chance to react at all. Dragging Lu Gui, who was still bowing and scraping, he turned and slipped away, plunging headfirst into the crowd.

Watching the two of them flee in panic, the smile on Wu De's face slowly vanished, replaced by a stretch of gloom.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his greasy lips. In those beady eyes, a trace of ice-cold killing intent flashed.

The "Yin-Yang Heavenly Beauties" were the foundation of his cultivation, the supreme secret art recorded in the corpse-refining holy canon he had obtained years ago in an ancient cave dwelling—the Mystic Corpse Scripture!

This secret art was enough to let him cultivate all the way to the Golden Core Realm without bottlenecks and without side effects!

He had specially refined one hundred and eight beautiful female corpses, secretly corresponding to the numbers of the Heavenly Stars and Earthly Fiends.

Among them, the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Female Corpses had been placed by him in brothels across the major markets, where they secretly absorbed the essence, qi, and cultivation of those who coupled with them, and even the luck and fortune hidden in the unseen currents of fate.

Then, through a secret art, he transmitted these mixed and impure energies to the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Female Corpses, ultimately tempering out the incomparably pure "Yin-Yang Demonic Essence" for his cultivation.

This was the fundamental reason why he, a mere three-spiritual-root cultivator, had been able to reach Foundation Establishment faster than his Sixth Senior Brother Chen Mo, who possessed two spiritual roots!

And the one he had given Zhao Hao just so happened to be one of his Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Female Corpses!

He had thought that this little junior brother of his with a Heavenly Spiritual Root lacked control, and would be able to provide him with the fortune power of a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

Now that one link had snapped, a gap had appeared in his entire cultivation system.

Watching the two figures flee in panic, the smile on Wu De's face slowly vanished, replaced by a sheet of gloom.

He stood where he was, utterly motionless, until the two of them disappeared completely into the crowd.

From his storage bag, he took out another Corpse Refining Bag.

His divine sense probed inside. An Iron Corpse dressed in the robes of an inner disciple of the Extreme Yin Sect was lying there quietly.

That Iron Corpse's appearance was shockingly the very one Zhao Hao had just sold, and also the very one True Person Corpse Heart had given to Zhao Hao back then!

He sensed again the "Yin-Yang Heavenly Beauty" he had sent out, but it was still like a stone sinking into the sea, with no word or trace at all.

A thread of icy killing intent flashed through his tiny eyes and was gone.

Could it be that this brat had discovered the secret of the "Yin-Yang Heavenly Beauty," and so had simply destroyed it?

Wu De's expression shifted between dark and clear.

"Zhao Hao..."

Wu De softly murmured the name, and the killing intent in his eyes was forcibly pressed back down by him once more.

A Heavenly Spiritual Root, the newly accepted disciple of the branch master—he still could not be touched for now.

But this account, he had taken note of.

Today, while cultivating, he had suddenly discovered that the refinement of his "Yin-Yang Demonic Essence" had been interrupted.

After investigating to the end, he realized that it was the "Yin-Yang Heavenly Beauty" he had given Zhao Hao that had completely lost contact.

With one lost, his secret art was no longer complete, and his cultivation efficiency would be greatly reduced!

But this matter absolutely could not be let go just like this!