Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 44

Evil God District, Xu Residence.

Su Qingshan was staring grimly at the shattered jade pendant in his hand. This twin-fish jade pendant was a token of affection between him and Xu Jiaojiao. Once broken, it meant one party had died.

However, in the next moment, he smiled.

It was indeed a pity that his revenge had failed, but being rid of Xu Jiaojiao, that pathological fat pig, was still worth celebrating.

Glancing around, Su Qingshan burst into loud laughter.

He opened his storage pouch to the widest extent and began looting all valuable items in the Xu Residence. Though these items were scattered, together they were worth a considerable amount of spirit stones.

Even the most valuable land deeds now belonged to Su Qingshan.

As for any revenge that might come once Deacon Xu returned, he did not care. With Wang Yu, the enemy who killed the daughter, now at the forefront attracting hatred, Su Qingshan decided to hide in a place far from the sect.

After leaving a letter.

He naturally went to Ice and Snow Pavilion to find Zhao Shang, hoping the latter could arrange a suitable task for him to lay low for a few years.
After hearing Su Qingshan’s request, Zhao Shang revealed a strange expression.

”I suggest Brother Qingshan go to Blood Reversal District to buy a regular Blackbone Token. Blackbone Mountain in Feng Prefecture is one of the farthest places from the sect.”

”That works.”

Su Qingshan agreed almost without thinking. Given the urgency of the situation, avoiding disaster was the priority.

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After successfully returning to the Evil God District, Wang Yu immediately began examining the second-rank divine corpse arm in his hand.

Zombies were one of the evil beings born from heaven and earth. They were born from resentment, fed on blood, and had a highly complex classification and ranking system. If a zombie passed through heavenly tribulation, it could develop rudimentary spiritual intelligence and even gain a chance to ascend.

Generally, zombies were divided into three types: Armored Zombies, Fiend Zombies, and Variant Zombies.

The inheritance of Heavenly Corpse Peak focused mainly on Armored Zombies, followed by Fiend Zombies. Variant Zombies were the rarest, usually born from the corpses of Nascent Soul geniuses with innate spiritual bodies. These zombies could inherit the abilities of their former bodies and were extremely unique.

Armored Zombies were divided into four ranks: Copper Armor, Iron Armor, Golden Armor, and Unrotting Bone. These corresponded respectively to Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul.

Fiend Zombies were ranked as Hairy Zombie, Green Zombie, Flying Zombie, and Yaksha. These matched the same four realms.

Variant Zombies had no fixed naming system and were often named based on their characteristics. They were very hard to replicate.

Zombies controlled by cultivators were uniformly referred to as Refined Zombies. As the name suggests, they were zombies refined and controlled by cultivators, used in corpse-control combat.

Previously, the Frost Zombie promised by True Disciple Su was a type of Fiend Zombie that had absorbed the aura of cold evil. Its attributes aligned well with Wang Yu. Using the Frost Zombie’s arm to replace his severed limb would actually be the most suitable option.

Divine Power Zombies were considered strong-arm zombies among Armor Zombies. They were typically refined from the corpses of individuals born with divine strength or those who cultivated body-refining techniques. Their strength was immense.

They could easily tear apart tigers and leopards or lift nine tripods with raw strength.

This arm was pale gray all over, with tightly knotted muscles and bulging flesh. The capillaries beneath the skin were dark greenish black, and the dense corpse aura on its surface formed jagged armor-like ridges. It was three sizes larger than Wang Yu’s right arm.

Wang Yu furrowed his brows and silently activated the Corpse Demon Secret Technique. During this period, the secret technique had been sitting in the Idle Slot. Even though it had already reached perfection, it continued absorbing Yin and corpse qi, fusing them with his spiritual energy to form the Yin Blood Pill.

Using the fragmented runic particles in his bloodstream as a core, it fused into one Yin Blood Pill, traveled through his blood vessels, and circulated throughout his body.

Due to the secret technique being incomplete, only one Yin Blood Pill could exist in his body at a time, so extreme caution was necessary.

Wang Yu opened his mouth and spat out one Yin Blood Pill, injecting it into the corpse arm, then infused spiritual energy to begin refining.

This was a relatively long process.

The effect of the Yin Blood Pill was to transform the corpse arm so that it would gradually align with Wang Yu’s body. Every small detail needed modification and adjustment, and one pill was far from enough.

Fortunately, the Idle Slot continued to automate the refinement of Yin Blood Pills, ensuring a steady supply without shortage.

As time passed, under the effects of one Yin Blood Pill after another, the left arm gradually shrank in size, becoming nearly identical in shape to Wang Yuʼs right hand and increasingly compatible.

That was merely the surface change. Deeper inside, every structural component of the arm was being assimilated by Wang Yu’s Yin blood. This second-rank corpse arm was truly not easy to refine.

It took two full months.

On this day, Wang Yu changed the incantation with his right hand and gave a low shout.

“Continue.”

The corpse arm had already taken on his shape. At the severed end, it aligned with his shoulder, and in an instant, countless thin Yin corpse threads connected the two.

Bone fused with bone, flesh joined with flesh, meridians realigned, nerves reconnected.

Under these four layers of transformation, Wang Yu shivered fiercely. The flexibility was no different from his original hand.

Regaining his left arm was certainly a joy, but it also brought a new problem. It had no vitality.

A corpse was still a corpse. Having turned into a zombie for far too long, it had long lost the vitality a living being should have.

Although Wang Yu had practiced the Corpse Demon Secret Technique and was no longer entirely human, his core nature remained unchanged.

Now that the bones of the corpse arm had connected with his own and the inner marrow made contact, a wave of deathly intent began to corrode his body, starting from the marrow. The process was slow but steady.

Wang Yuʼs expression turned solemn.

This was a deathly illness. Once deathly qi seeped deep into the marrow, at best it would shorten one’s lifespan; at worst, it would result in sudden death.

Yet, due to the Corpse Demon Secret Technique, his own bones were already abnormal, forming a kind of symbiotic relationship with the deathly qi. If used properly, this could become his ultimate weapon.

Likewise, under normal circumstances, being enveloped by deathly qi would mean that even someone as young and full of vitality as him would not live more than ten years. But although the secret technique was incomplete, it was still effective.

With the addition of spiritual power to suppress it, balance should be maintainable. As long as the deathly qi was confined to the left arm and did not spread to the rest of the body, his lifespan would be unaffected.

If he could delay until the Corpse Demon Secret Technique was perfected to the second rank, this issue with the corpse arm would be resolved entirely.

With that, this matter could be considered concluded.

After his left arm was restored, its strength was clearly far greater than his right arm. Its black fingernails clawed at the cliff face as easily as kneading tofu.

The terrifying strength had already exceeded the limits of what a Qi Refining cultivator could reach.

Wang Yu fell into deep thought.

His original plan was to purchase a magical artifact, but now that he had obtained a first-rank high-quality Nether Spirit Iron Chain from Xu Jiaojiao, there was no longer a need to buy another. This artifact suited him well.

Paired with this powerful divine-strength left hand, slaying cultivators of the same realm would be as easy as slaughtering chickens.

He should instead prepare more medicinal ingredients to refine a large quantity of support and utility-type spiritual pills, such as Fasting Pills, Spirit Recovery Pills, Barrier-Cleansing Pills, Odor Dispelling Powder, and so on.

He even refined a few bottles of All Wondrous Pill for entertainment purposes. In preparation for the trip to Blackbone Mountain, he also needed to purchase a portable array flag set.

Thus.

Another month passed.

In the twelfth month of Wang Yu’s second year as an outer sect disciple, in early autumn, a dusty and weary group returned to the Blood Reversal Sect. There were only around eighty people, but each one had reached the late stage of Qi Refining.

Half of them had already reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, just a single step away from Foundation Establishment.

This group was precisely the team that had left the sect five years prior for Blackbone Mountain. Such a scene shocked many people.

“What kind of fortune is hidden within Blackbone Mountain.”

“Senior Brother Wang!”