Corpse Burier: I Can Nourish Corpse

Chapter 102: Chapter 79: Speedrunning the Examination, Unwilling to Show Off

Ten thousand spirit stones.

For a loose cultivator, even two or three late-stage Qi cultivation cultivators combined might not possess such wealth.

For a main peak elder, it’s still a vast fortune, enough to break through a realm. If one is at the seventh layer of Qi cultivation, these spirit stones could buy ten or more Tier One Superior Earth Spirit Pills.

Reaching the eighth layer of Qi cultivation within three to five years would be a certainty.

That’s why Ye Chen was so anxious.

The main peak elder with the surname Yang was taken aback by Ye Chen’s sudden outburst, momentarily at a loss for words.

Indeed, the allure of ten thousand spirit stones was overwhelming.

Xun Jiangxing was pleased to see Ye Chen react so strongly, quickly saying, ”Fellow Daoist Ye, why so agitated? I’m just buying a spot for accepting disciples; why make things difficult for Fellow Daoist Yang?”

Ye Chen coldly stared at Xun Jiangxing, ”Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting.”

”What am I plotting?”

Xun Jiangxing asked, feigning ignorance.

He was betting that Ye Chen wouldn’t dare to say it outright or continue causing a scene.

”Fellow Daoist Yang, if you dare sell, I’ll definitely find a time to spar with you.” With these harsh words, Ye Chen said no more.

The main peak elder surnamed Yang looked innocent, hesitating to speak.

He hadn’t said anything.

Nor had he done anything.

Xun Jiangxing smiled silently, patting the main peak elder surnamed Yang on the shoulder, no longer mentioning the buying of the disciple spot.

The others glanced at the two and didn’t pay much attention.

They just thought the two had a conflict.

After all, Ye Chen was known for his bad temper, frequently arguing with his peers, which they had grown accustomed to.

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Meanwhile.

In front of the Black Spirit Tower, Wen Jiu walked slowly, not rushing past everyone but observing the Black Spirit Tower from behind.

He felt that the Black Spirit Tower was not simple.

So, he tried to use the perception of the Three Evil Corpses to probe the Black Spirit Tower, and what he found was shocking.

Death energy!

A massive amount of death energy!

But it wasn’t inside the Black Spirit Tower; instead, it was beneath it.

It was as if underneath the Black Spirit Tower lay a graveyard burying millions of people, with death energy so dense it was unimaginable.

Compared to this, the Corpse Remains Death Land paled in comparison. Such a large amount of death energy, if absorbed, could advance many realms. But it was firmly suppressed by the Black Spirit Tower, which was truly a pity.

Indeed, the six words ”Deadman Peak Cultivation Realm” were not without reason. It seems significant events must have occurred before Deadman Peak was established. First, there was the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss, and now there’s this overwhelming death energy being suppressed.

This Deadman Peak Cultivation Realm truly is a treasure trove!

In astonishment, he noticed more and more side peak disciples falling down beside him, collapsing within a quarter of an hour.

Wen Jiu was unaffected but didn’t quicken his steps either.

Even with the protection of the Middle Realm Three Evil Corpses, he dared not be careless, as this trial was somewhat uncontrollable and could be deadly, so it was better to let others explore first.

From a distance, Wen Jiu saw seven people already at the entrance of the Black Spirit Tower, including Du Feng.

Du Feng glanced back at his struggling sect mates, feeling utterly confident. Then he tried to spot Wen Jiu among the crowd, only to find that Wen Jiu was not in either the first or second groups.

At that moment, Du Feng confidently turned back and entered the Black Spirit Tower with several other top-grade single-attribute spirit root prodigies.

Today, he intended to charge through ten levels.

To become an elder’s disciple.

From then on, no one could keep up with him, not even Wen Jiu, who was summoned by Ye Chen due to his fearsome heterodox talent.

”Senior Brother is right, the path of cultivation is long and enduring, and while the Heterodox Dao can bring quick success, it always comes with a price. I shouldn’t doubt myself because of this.” Du Feng mumbled to himself, confidently stepping inside.

Meanwhile, after most people had entered the Black Spirit Tower, Wen Jiu also stepped in following the crowd.

Upon entering the Black Spirit Tower, Wen Jiu noticed some people already ascending, while most remained on the first floor.

Wen Jiu looked closely and saw that what blocked everyone was a path submerged in pool water. The water was clear and transparent, revealing swimming fish and fine stones at the bottom.

But this path caused some side peak disciples to come to a sudden halt upon stepping into it.

It seemed they encountered something.

Or perhaps they saw something.

Those who paused for more than three breaths were carried away by iron puppets emerging from the corners.

When Wen Jiu stepped onto it, he immediately understood why people suddenly stopped; stepping into the water, everything in front of you transformed into what you feared the most.

Of course.

It wasn’t just an illusion.

The pool could also numb your mind, making you accept that this world was reality.

If you were afraid and dared not move forward, you would be eliminated.

As for how Wen Jiu could instantly determine the cause, it was because the scene before him showed him being expelled from Deadman Peak, with many Qi refining cultivators condemning him, even wanting to kill him and his sister.

As for the pool water, it was instantly devoured and corroded by Wen Jiu’s Yin Technique upon entering his body.

It couldn’t numb him at all.

In this regard.

Wen Jiu didn’t know what to say.

He felt as if he wasn’t here for the main peak’s trial but rather for a speedrun.

Upon reaching the second floor, the test was of willpower, in other words, the limit of enduring pain. Yet it was still an illusion, and Wen Jiu watched the people around him wail and howl in agony.