Clever Seizure and Brazen Plunder

Wu Sheng looked at Song Wen with an arrogant expression, a faint trace of disdain on his face, as though he had Song Wen completely in his grasp.

He was now at the Qi Refining Third Layer. With his family's inheritance, his spells and methods were incomparably more sophisticated than those of a Rogue Cultivator like Song Wen.

Yet these were not even his greatest reliance.

His greatest reliance was the Iron Corpse behind him. This Iron Corpse was his father's relic and could unleash combat power at the Qi Refining Middle Stage. Its body was hard as iron, and it carried dense, highly poisonous Corpse-Baleful Qi. Even ordinary cultivators at the Qi Refining Middle Stage were no match for it.

Hearing this, Song Wen felt as though he had stepped in dog shit.

He had not expected to run into a scene of fellow disciples bullying one another just after entering the Corpse Demon Sect.

Were people in the Cultivation World all this brainless? Making enemies for themselves at random!

But upon further thought, it made sense. Wu Sheng was only sixteen or seventeen, precisely at the age of youthful arrogance. His strength was also the greatest among these six people of the same batch, so it was only natural that he acted somewhat without restraint.

Feeling the Iron Corpse openly radiating thick Corpse-Baleful Qi, Song Wen could not help shuddering.

This Iron Corpse was absolutely not something he could contend against in his current state!

Song Wen immediately made his decision. Holding the token in both hands, he bent at the waist and said,

"Senior Brother Wu taking a liking to my cave dwelling is my honor. If Senior Brother wishes to live there, then take it."

Wu Sheng nodded smugly, snatching away the token Song Wen held out. He then handed Song Wen the token to his own cave dwelling.

"Junior Brother Extreme Yin, you are quite good. You know how to read the times. Follow me from now on. I have some connections within this Corpse Demon Sect."

"Thank you for your care, Senior Brother."

"Hm!" Wu Sheng replied blandly, then turned and headed toward Cave Dwelling C-12, putting on the full airs of a boss.

Song Wen watched Wu Sheng's departing back and silently wrote this man down in his little notebook.

A gentleman's revenge was never too late, even after ten years.

Once he was strong enough, he would reclaim today's humiliation sooner or later.

If he was not strong enough... well, fellow disciples ought to help one another.

Song Wen glanced at the token in his hand. C-97.

Song Wen raised his eyes and searched around. In the end, he found the cave dwelling beside a slope.

At that moment, he suddenly understood why Wu Sheng had wanted to seize his cave dwelling.

This cave dwelling stood at the outermost edge of the outer sect disciples' residence area. Its spiritual energy was far thinner than that of C-12, and cultivation here would naturally be much slower.

The hatred in Song Wen's heart toward Wu Sheng deepened further.

Holding the token, he easily entered the cave dwelling.

The cave dwelling covered a considerable area, a full several dozen square meters, and it contained all kinds of daily necessities.

At the very center of the cave dwelling was a bottomless vertical shaft. Corpse-Baleful Qi continually rose from the deep well, making one feel uncomfortable all over.

This was the Corpse Refining Baleful Transformation Array that the Corpse Demon Sect's predecessors had deliberately set up deep within the mountain to assist disciples' cultivation. Using the corpses of countless mortals, cultivators, and spirit beasts, it condensed Corpse-Baleful Qi, which was conveyed into the disciples' cave dwellings through the vertical shafts.

Song Wen began inspecting the items in his storage bag: outer sect disciple robes, five low-grade spirit stones, and two bottles of pills.

One bottle contained Fasting Pills, three in total. One pill could allow a person to go without food for ten days.

The other bottle contained Corpse Blood Pills, likewise three in total. They could assist cultivators in condensing and refining Corpse-Baleful Qi.

Song Wen noticed something strange. Everyone else had received a book titled Corpse Baleful Art as their cultivation method, but his storage bag contained no cultivation manual at all. Instead, there was an extra jade slip.

No longer a complete novice to cultivation, Song Wen knew that this jade slip was a transmission jade slip, a recording method more advanced than books. So long as he pressed it to his brow, he could use his spiritual sense to examine its contents.

"Why is my cultivation method different from everyone else's?"

Song Wen felt somewhat uneasy. He recalled the sound-transmission exchange between Shi Shou and Du Qiu before Shi Shou had left.

The problem should have arisen then.

In other words, this transmission jade slip had been given to him by Shi Shou.

Why had Shi Shou specifically given him this cultivation method? Could it be that there was something special about his aptitude, prompting Shi Shou to treat him differently?

He pressed the jade slip to his brow and began examining the cultivation method's contents.

A vast amount of information instantly flooded into Song Wen's mind.

Corpse King Blood Refinement Art!

That was the name of the cultivation method within the jade slip.

It was a rare body-refining cultivation method in the Cultivation World.

The jade slip recorded the complete Corpse King Blood Refinement Art, from Qi Refining Level One through the Qi Refining Ninth Layer.

From the information he received in his mind, Song Wen learned that the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art had one prerequisite: only those with all five elements in their spiritual roots could cultivate it.

"Could this be why Shi Shou passed this cultivation method on to me?"

According to the general outline, the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art was an exceptionally rare body-refining method. Cultivated to its highest heights, it could forge the Jiangchen Body of the ancestor of zombies.

One could transcend the Five Elements and stand beyond the Three Realms.

One could become an existence that neither aged, died, nor perished.

Of course, that was merely the cultivation method's own claim in its general outline. With only the Qi Refining Stage portion of the method, Song Wen had no way to determine whether it was true.

Although Song Wen could not tell whether Shi Shou harbored some scheme, he had no choice but to cultivate this method. His original Longevity Art definitely could not be cultivated anymore—at least, not for the time being.

He was now in the Corpse Demon Sect, where the entire sect was filled with people steeped in corpse qi and ghostly gloom.

If Song Wen stubbornly went to cultivate the righteous, awe-inspiring Longevity Art, it would be no different from seeking death.

Demonic cultivators most enjoyed using the souls of righteous cultivators to refine magical artifacts, their bodies to refine Corpse Puppets, and even their essence blood to cultivate secret arts. In short, in the eyes of demonic cultivators, everything on a righteous cultivator could serve as material for increasing one's strength.

Song Wen's cultivation was still low, so it was not much of a problem. But if his cultivation grew high, then wandering among a crowd of demonic cultivators with righteous qi all over him would be no different from Tang Sanzang strolling through a den of demons.

After gaining a rough understanding of the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art, Song Wen set it aside. Cultivation was not something that needed to be rushed.

He took out the Corpse Demon Sect's sect rules. If he wished to survive well in the Corpse Demon Sect, he had to study them thoroughly.

Half an hour later, Song Wen closed the book of sect rules in his hands.

This book not only introduced the Corpse Demon Sect's rules, but also gave a general overview of the sect, allowing Song Wen to gain a basic understanding of it.

What put Song Wen somewhat at ease was that although the Corpse Demon Sect was a demonic sect, it still prohibited private fighting between disciples. With this rule, his safety within the sect was at least somewhat guaranteed.

Why only somewhat guaranteed?

Because the Corpse Demon Sect prohibited, yet did not entirely prohibit, disciples from fighting privately.

Anyone who attacked a fellow disciple would be fined 200 low-grade spirit stones.

Killing one servant disciple would incur a fine of 500 low-grade spirit stones.

Killing one outer sect disciple would incur a fine of 3,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Killing one inner sect disciple would incur a fine of 10,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Killing one direct disciple would incur a fine of 100,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Killing one Foundation Establishment Realm elder would incur a fine of 1,000,000 low-grade spirit stones.

So long as one could pay the fine, violating the sect rules would bring no punishment whatsoever. If one killed enough, the sect might even praise them for generating revenue for the sect.

If one could not pay the fine, then sorry, one would receive an extraordinarily inhuman punishment.

Their essence blood would be drained dry, then their soul would be refined and spirit seized. Their soul would be made into a resentful ghost and sealed back into their original corpse, turning them into a living corpse that would be enslaved forever and never attain rebirth.

It had to be said that the Corpse Demon Sect's sect rules were truly worthy of a demonic sect.

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