Wild Boar Man, Royal Blood of the Dragon-Pig Demonfolk! (Third Update, Bonus for 400 Monthly Votes-Please Vote!)

Cold and deathly still.

Inside the cramped coffin, the place meant to offer peaceful eternal rest had become a den of demons that could swallow his life at any moment.

Li Xiang lay on the hard coffin boards, his face pale as paper in the darkness.

The aura seeping up through the bottom of the coffin was too dense, too domineering.

It mingled the underground Dragon Vein Qi with the Corpse Qi the Corpse-Transformation Tomb had amassed over centuries. The two entwined into a gray-black mist, like countless tiny venomous snakes burrowing frantically through every pore in Li Xiang's body.

"Damn it. I was careless!"

Alarm bells rang in Li Xiang's mind.

He had thought the traits of the Embalmer Profession and his specially made burial clothes would keep out the tomb's Corpse Qi, letting him absorb only a thread of pure Dragon Qi from the earth's veins and contemplate the ways of Feng Shui.

But he had underestimated the danger of this tomb.

This was, after all, where a prince of the Former Dynasty had transformed into a zombie. The Corpse Qi had tainted the Dragon Qi for centuries, until the two had become inseparable.

To breathe in the Dragon Qi was to breathe in the Corpse Qi.

His limbs were beginning to stiffen. His blood flowed more slowly, and even his heartbeat was gradually fading.

A bloodthirsty, savage urge to devour living vitality was silently eating away at his reason.

Corpse Poison was attacking his heart—the first sign of transformation into a zombie.

"This isn't some cleansing ritual to unlock the Feng Shui Master Profession. It's trying to refine me into the second Zombie King in this tomb."

Gritting his teeth, Li Xiang tried to marshal his blood and vigor against the cold. But that meager reserve was