"Ahem."
Under Han Qing's gaze, Lu Mingshi could only explain.
"A Corpse Core is a kind of poison pill condensed by White Jiangshi followers."
Since he followed the corpse cultivation path too, he naturally knew what a Corpse Core was.
It was just that...
Condensing a Corpse Core required a follower to spend a great deal of time, and storing it was troublesome. Aside from releasing corpse poison, it had almost no other use.
In his eyes, it was chicken ribs—too little meat to eat, yet a shame to throw away.
His own White Jiangshi followers were precious treasures.
Wouldn't all that time be better spent cultivating and growing stronger?
At that moment, Lu Mingshi looked at Yang Fan with a rather strange gaze.
Just how far has that powerful corpse cultivator behind Yang Fan developed?
He's actually willing to have White Jiangshi-level followers spend so much time condensing Corpse Cores?
Lu Mingshi's mind was filled with questions.
After all, a follower needed a full hundred years to condense a single Corpse Core.
Converted to time in the Real World, that was more than three whole months!
And the condensation process also consumed a great deal of corpse miasma.
If something like this were put up for sale in the marketplace...
It probably wouldn't even recoup its cost.
Under normal circumstances, no deity would be willing to produce something so unrewarding.
Yet the powerful corpse cultivator behind Yang Fan seemed utterly unconcerned with any of that.
At this thought, Lu Mingshi found him even more mysterious.
Meanwhile, Han Qing had not noticed Lu Mingshi's unusual reaction at all.
Her eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"To think the corpse cultivation path had a method like this!"
Her voice was full of excitement.
"In a Divine Kingdom War, the Divine Kingdom's area