"Whoa! Now that's a big Nine-Legged Fish—fat and hefty, too! Plenty to go around!"
The cultivator stepped forward to inspect it, then exclaimed in delight, "Oh? What luck! Caught one and got another free!"
He turned toward the three rows of kneeling Blood Corpses, planted his hands on his hips, and asked, "Well? Isn't the fish this Immortal Master caught huge?"
"Huge!"
"Huge, huge, huge!"
The three rows of Blood Corpses opened their mouths and shouted.
Hearing human speech come from those Blood Corpses sent an indescribable chill deep into the demonic cultivator's bones.
Such methods were beyond his comprehension. No ordinary puppet or corpse-driving art could do this.
"Hmm? Then why aren't you clapping? What are you waiting for?"
Clap, clap, clap, clap...
The Blood Corpses began applauding again.
By now, the demonic cultivator's mind had nearly shut down. It all felt like a dream.
"Good. Stop!"
The cultivator raised a hand, and the Blood Corpses immediately fell still.
He went to the Nine-Legged Fish the demonic cultivator had possessed, leaned in, and sniffed him.
"You smell like that monkey fellow. Looks like he outmatched you, and you lost."
The cultivator went on talking to himself. "Other scents, too. Karma? That would be Yantian Palace. Such fragrant purple qi... oh, the Dongfang Family. And the scent of a black bird—that must be the Great Gan Imperial Princess."
He had not even used a technique. From scent alone, in the most literal sense, he had identified them all.
"Hmm... and one scent I've never encountered. So fierce and wild! It's been ages since I smelled anything that hit the nose this hard!"
His face lit up. "Wonderful, wonderful! Another formidable figure has burst onto the scene. Being alive really is marvelous. Live long enough, and you'll always run into all