On Wooden Fish Island, as Wang Yuan brought back a shipload of supplies from outside, order began to recover rapidly under Cao Banshan's direction.
In the small courtyard, Jiang Chen paid no heed to any of this and continued his cultivation.
"The iron corpse is dead. Even with a storage pouch, it cannot be kept for long. The longer it is stored, the more of its power will bleed away."
As his thoughts turned, Jiang Chen activated the Skinning Art and peeled away An Yuxuan's skin. Iron corpses were precious; before working on the iron corpse, Jiang Chen had indeed chosen to use An Yuxuan's body for practice.
After successfully skinning him, Jiang Chen activated the Blood-Baleful True Flame, enveloping An Yuxuan's remains. He had not comprehended this spell for long, but fortunately, his understanding of the Bloodflame Art was deep enough and his foundation solid enough that he still managed to grasp the basics of this spell in a short time.
Whoosh—the flames surged. As time passed, An Yuxuan's flesh and bones continuously melted beneath the scorching Blood-Baleful True Flame, turning into streams of blood qi that merged into the skin. After absorbing that blood qi, An Yuxuan's originally shriveled skin rapidly filled out before the naked eye.
Seeing that the time was right, Jiang Chen transformed qi into threads and prepared to carry out the final step. Yet at that very moment, an abrupt change occurred. The baleful bloodfire ran wild, and An Yuxuan's skin was instantly burned to ashes.
Seeing this, Jiang Chen frowned slightly. However, he did not grow angry over the failure. He merely recalled every detail, searching for where he had gone wrong.
A moment later, seeming to gain some insight, Jiang Chen took out Corpse Daoist's remains.
Skinning, blood-burning, stitching—after a series of