Corpse Burier: I Can Nourish Corpse

"Fake Pill Zhenren!"

Feng Jue’s face was exceedingly grim.

Being alive or dead wanted by the Fake Pill wasn’t enough, and now the slain Mu Jincity turned out to be a descendant of the Fake Pill Zhenren.

Fake Pill Zhenren lived for two or three hundred years, even three or five hundred years, with many descendants. If a Fake Pill Zhenren planted a Soul Mark, it must be a rather important bloodline.

"Absolutely backed." Seeing this scene, Wen Jiu wasn’t surprised, after all, Divine Extinction Thousand Peaks is a millennium-old power, and with such strong control desire, everyone within must be their own.

It’s only in the Cultivation Realm that the descendants of powerful cultivators have an inherent advantage in cultivation aptitude. Quality doesn’t cut it, but quantity can make up for it. In other places, such a decayed group would have long since crumbled.

In the next moment.

Wen Jiu manipulated Three Thousand Blood Inks to rush into the Jinhua Bodyguard Sword, killing the two panicked Foundation Establishment dependent cultivators trying to flee.

These two were merely ordinary early-stage Foundation Establishment, even situated in the central Divine Fall Mountain Range with access to better resources, the strong spells and magical artifacts were all held by Divine Extinction Thousand Peaks, not them.

Hence, Three Thousand Blood Inks paired with the Yin Sha True Spirit Body slaughtered them like chickens, crushing the Tier Two Spiritual Artifact single-handedly, the Defense Talisman crumbled with a punch, before they could even execute the Life-saving Technique, they were pulverized by an Undying Bone Body punch, turning into a blood mist, dyeing the Jinhua Bodyguard Sword red.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, aren’t you leaving?" After dealing with the two, and after swiftly reclaiming the Jinhua Bodyguard Sword which had lost control, Wen Jiu immediately controlled Three Thousand Blood Inks to leave quickly, unwilling to linger for a minute longer.

Feng Jue awoke from his trance.

Watching Three Thousand Blood Inks "tear apart" the Jinhua Bodyguard Sword, watching Three Thousand Blood Inks raise a hand to crush two early-stage Foundation Establishment, then watching Fake Pill Zhenren’s Soul Mark rush into his body, left him unable to calm his heart for a long time.

Even flying with Three Thousand Blood Inks for two or three hundred miles, utterly safe, couldn’t ease his mind.

The strength of Han Li’s zombie shocked him, yet despite the shock, he couldn’t help but think of the Fake Pill Zhenren’s Soul Mark, "Fellow Daoist Han, this time I have harmed you."

The Soul Mark of Foundation Establishment cultivators is not without suppression methods, but Fake Pill Zhenren’s Soul Mark is not so easily suppressed.

Wen Jiu controlled Three Thousand Blood Inks to transmit, "Fellow Daoist Feng, now a single Left Sect Order is probably not enough."

"Naturally." Feng Jue didn’t evade, responding decisively, "This time counts as Feng Mou owing a favor to the Daoist, and as long as Feng Mou succeeds in future cultivation, I will surely repay generously. If I fail to do so, I shall not achieve Golden Core."

If others said so, Wen Jiu would directly reply with a roll-off, but Feng Jue dared to give up and take action, and backed by the Three Life Gates, the possibility of middle path collapse is small.

To speak with Three Life Gates someday and to seek a way out for Deadman Peak.

This favor he accepted.

Wen Jiu transmitted again, "Fellow Daoist Feng, you’re too kind, if it were others, I, Han Mouren wouldn’t care for this favor, but for the Daoist... then hurry up on the road, I’ll be waiting for you outside the Little Demon Realm."

Regarding the Soul Mark matter, Wen Jiu didn’t mention a word, even if Feng Jue asked Wen Jiu in the future, the answer would still be the same.

Feng Jue heard this, delighted, took out dozens of middle-grade Yin Spirit Stone, absorbed them, and increased his flying speed by a few degrees.

Actually, Feng Jue’s delight was not only because of Wen Jiu’s response but also because of Han Li’s recognition.

...

Half an hour later.

Several startled swans quickly reached the location where Mu Jincity died, landing within the dense forest and finding some broken pieces of the Jinhua Bodyguard Sword. The faces of two mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and three early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators were exceedingly grim, and one early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was Oriental Celestial City.

"Still too late." The leading one-eyed old man spoke with a frown, his expression full of anger.

Another mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator looked somewhat grim, "Mu Jincity is dead, it’s hard to explain now. Mu Jincity was Elder Mu’s most cherished offspring, regarded by the sect as a Golden Core seed for cultivation, dying in Feng Jue’s hands today. Even if we’re blameless, we’ll still be punished."

The one-eyed old man crushed the piece of Jinhua Bodyguard Sword in his hand, angrily saying, "I’m not afraid of punishment, at worst guard the mountain for ten years, but Feng Jue truly is audacious, he even dared to return to the Far South.

Does he really think the land of Divine Extinction Thousand Peaks is his backyard, come and go as he pleases?"

When the one-eyed old man was angry, none of the other cultivators beside him dared to speak, only to scatter and seek clues.

Oriental Celestial City also scattered, but still listened attentively to the words of the one-eyed old man and another.

Another mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator spoke again, "According to Mu Jincity’s transmission, there’s also a Corpse Nurturer secretly aiding Feng Jue. Without him, relying solely on Feng Jue, it’s absolutely impossible to break the Jinhua Bodyguard Sword and kill Mu Jincity.

The two of them jointly broke the Jinhua Bodyguard Sword that we couldn’t break, showing the strength of that Corpse Nurturer. They have clearly fled, we can’t even find their trail, why have they returned to the Far South?"

At this.

Oriental Celestial City’s expression tightened.

Corpse Nurturer.

Could it be Wen Jiu?

Even if the Corpse Nurturer isn’t the only one, perhaps it’s the Corpse Nurturer of the Three Life Gates, with Feng Jue and the Three Life Gates involved, Oriental Celestial City felt it was very likely Wen Jiu.

Upon hearing the two men’s words, and thinking of Wen Jiu’s brief time cultivating at Deadman Peak, Oriental Celestial City’s mind surged anew.

In the next moment.

The one-eyed old man’s voice sounded again.

"Coming to the Far South, what can such Heterodox Evil Cultivators do, nothing but head to the Little Demon Realm for refuge."

...

Southern border of the Far South.

The closer to the border, the fewer cities and towns, not even scattered loose cultivators hiding in the mountains are easy to spot.