Seeing "Corpse Transformation" Again

Song Wen's mind raced, but his face remained impassive.

He took the rubbing of the incomplete prescription from the servant, his brows furrowed.

"This formula is extremely strange. It doesn't seem like a prescription for cultivators, but rather like a formula for refining corpses using spiritual materials from the Corpse Dao. In my more than a hundred years of Alchemy Alchemist, I have never seen such a strange Pill Formula."

"I am quite interested in this incomplete prescription. I will take it back and study it. If I find anything useful, your shop must not keep my payment."

The servant replied, "Senior, rest assured, Hundred Herbs Tower is the property of the Xing Family. How could we go back on our word for a few rare ingredients?"

Song Wen nodded, put away the remaining prescription, and went out of the shop.

He pondered to himself.

According to what the servant just said, Hundred Herbs Tower is owned by the Xing Family, so the young lady he mentioned must be a member of the Xing Family.

It seems that someone in the Xing Family is also practicing demonic Cultivation Method!

After Song Wen left, the servant turned around and went to the backyard of Hundred Herbs Tower, where he knocked on the door of a secret room.

After receiving permission from the person inside, the servant pushed open the door and entered the secret room.

Inside the sealed room, the Corpse-Baleful Qi lingered.

A woman with a dark blue complexion and fangs was sitting cross-legged in the secret room.

The woman's appearance was extremely similar to that of Song Wen, who had turned into a corpse.

"What is it?" the woman asked.

"Miss, an Alchemist just came into the shop and took away a fragment of a prescription."

The woman's gaunt face twitched a few times, and murderous intent appeared in her eyes.

"In recent years, no fewer than a thousand Alchemist have taken away the incomplete formula rubbings, but no one has ever been able to complete it. You dare to disturb my cultivation over such a trivial matter? It seems I have been too lenient with you all."

The servant intended to use this opportunity to curry favor with the young lady, but it backfired; his attempt to flatter her backfired spectacularly.

His legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

"I know I was wrong, please forgive me, Miss."

As he spoke, the servant kept kowtowing to the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

He slammed the object down hard, making a clear thud.

His forehead was slammed open by the hard ground, and bright red blood flowed out.

The young woman looked at the blood flowing from his forehead, her eyes revealing excitement.

It's like the irresistible craving of someone who has been starving for a long time when they see food.

A figure flashed by.

The young lady had already reached the servant.

She pressed down on the servant's head with one hand and on his shoulder with the other.

It opened its mouth, revealing sharp fangs.

"Miss, no..."

Amid the servant's terrified screams, sharp teeth pierced the flesh of his neck.

Immediately afterwards, a swallowing sound was heard.

The servant gradually lost his breath, his body became shriveled, and all the blood in his body was gone.

The young lady pushed aside the servant's corpse, the madness in her eyes gradually fading.

The zombie-like appearance on her body gradually faded, and she returned to her normal appearance.

She is tall and slender, graceful yet strong, as supple as a willow branch and as resilient as a pine tree.

A black, form-fitting outfit clung tightly to her body, outlining her perfect figure.

She had a beautiful face, eyebrows like dark ink, and eyes like autumn water.

If it weren't for the blood all over her mouth, people would surely praise her as a woman of great spirit and vigor.

The woman's eyes held a deep sense of melancholy.

"The Devil Cultivation Method of Limitless Island is indeed easy to cultivate and powerful, but its aftereffects are far too severe."

"The old monster Yinshuo who taught me the Cultivation Method said that after forming the Golden Core, the signs of corpse transformation can be controlled, but given my current situation, how can I overcome the mental tribulation and Golden Core Pill?"

"In the first place, I shouldn't have secretly cultivated this demonic Cultivation Method behind my father's back."

Thinking of this, a look of regret appeared on her face.

"Hmph! The Cultivation Method that Old Monster Yinshuo passed on to me must have problems. Otherwise, with such serious hidden dangers in the <Corpse King Blood Refinement Art>, where would Limitless Island get so many Golden Core Corpse Cultivators?"

"The old monster Yinshuo also claimed that the Corpse Curse Water cure the corpse transformation disease, but that's mostly nonsense. He's just using me to help him complete the formula for the Corpse Curse Water."

Her expression gradually hardened into a gritted-teeth look.

"No, I must go and see my father. I need him to intervene and make the Yinshuo Old Monster hand over the complete Cultivation Method. Otherwise, I will eventually lose my mind and become a mindless walking corpse."

The woman rose, left the secret chamber, and soared into the air, heading towards Fangzhu City.

Song Wen browsed through all the shops, big and small, in the black market, as well as the places where Rogue Cultivator stalls, but he still couldn't buy the spirit medicine he needed.

However, at a street stall, Song Wen saw that the Demon Beast Essence Blood and souls being sold were very cheap, so he bought them on a whim.

After acquiring the jade bottle containing the soul, Song Wen discovered that Soul Bottle had been tampered with, leaving a trace of Divine Sense imprint on it.

Song Wen didn't make a fuss. He wandered around the black market for another quarter of an hour before leaving.

He did not fly through the air, but traveled through the dense forest.

Thirty miles ahead of him, a Sacred Beetle Gu, the size of an egg, flew slowly, carrying a Soul Bottle in its mouth.

On the route from the black market to Fangzhu City, three Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators—two men and one woman—were hidden among the dense treetops.

The female cultivator was Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator and also the stall owner who sold Demon Beast Essence Blood and souls to Song Wen.

The two male cultivators were at the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage and the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, respectively.

The three of them concealed their presence extremely well, without revealing the slightest hint of it.

"Are you sure that person is a sucker?" asked the male cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage.

The female cultivator replied, "Brother, this person didn't even blink before purchasing Demon Beast Essence Blood and soul worth ten thousand Spirit Stone in one go. With such generosity, he must be very wealthy."

Upon hearing this, the elder brother hesitated slightly.

"Such extraordinary skill, could he be a disciple of the Xing Family or some other powerful force?"

Another male cultivator said, "I've been watching that person for a long time. He's wandered through almost every shop and stall in the black market. He's clearly a rogue Rogue Cultivator's just arrived in Fangzhu City and doesn't have anyone to guide him. He definitely can't be from the Xing Family. As for whether he's a disciple of another major power, that's hard to say."

"Brother, we've robbed others more than once or twice, why are you being so hesitant this time?" the female cultivator said.

The eldest brother said, "Recently, the Xing Family seems to be planning something important. Many disciples from other powerful forces have come to Fangzhu City. If that person is an outstanding disciple of a powerful force, he may have a soul imprint left by his elders. If we rashly kill this person, the soul imprint will transfer to us."

"What outstanding disciple from a major power would lack the Essence Blood and soul of Demon Beast? This person is most likely a Rogue Cultivator, or an insignificant disciple of a major power," the female cultivator said.

"You're right, then kill this man."

The hesitation on the elder brother's face vanished, replaced by a chilling murderous intent.

A short while later, the elder brother's eyes sharpened.

"They're here."

Through the Divine Sense imprint on the Soul Bottle, he sensed that the Soul Bottle was getting closer and closer to their hiding place, and was less than four miles away.