His Divine Sense swept out. Soon, three types of ore, all rich in Spiritual Qi and with distinct characteristics, caught his attention.
The reserves of these three ores were imnse, stretching for a hundred miles across more than a dozen mountains!
Qin Xuan took a deep breath, suppressing the excitent in his heart.
The Cyan Nether Demon Monarch and the Tier Three Spiritual Plant had already been a pleasant surprise. He hadn’t expected to find the burial place of the Giant Spirit Blood Demon hidden here as well.
’Star Steel, Molten Fire Blood Crystals, Golden Sun Divine Iron... These are all excellent Tier Three Refining Spiritual Materials!’
Qin Xuan was practically drooling; he was just short of starting to dig on the spot.
’No, I have to take it all. As the inheritor of the Golden-Breaking Blood Talisman, it’s only right that I claim their legacy, isn’t it?’
Qin Xuan glanced around.
Finally, on a stone stele in front of the Giant Spirit Blood Demon’s skeleton, he discovered a Talisman. It was neither gold nor jade, with a dark red hue, shaped like a distorted drop of blood.
It was the Golden-Breaking Blood Talisman!
"Senior, forgive my impertinence."
Qin Xuan took a deep breath, forced out a drop of his own Essence Blood, and fused it with the Blood Talisman.
Instantly, the Blood Talisman flared with a brilliant red light. It transford into countless fine, web-like threads of blood that imdiately spread to every corner of the Blessed Land.
The ground trembled, the exposed Spiritual Material Veins humd, and the spatial boundaries of the Blessed Land began to warp and shrink.
A vast amount of energy surged into his body. Even though Qin Xuan had reached the Purple Mansion Fifth Level, he still felt a throbbing pain in his Purple Mansion.
"I am the successor of the Giant Spirit Blood Demon! Condense for !"
Qin Xuan roared. The entire landscape of the Broken Gold Blessed Land began to blur and collapse like an ink wash painting.
It transford into a stream of dark golden light, condensed to its absolute limit.
WHOOSH! It shot into the space between Qin Xuan’s eyebrows.
’Success!’
Qin Xuan let out a sigh of relief, a pleased look on his face. He sank his consciousness into his sea of knowledge, sensing the shrunken, floating Broken Gold Blessed Land within.
The Spiritual Material Veins inside the Blessed Land were perfectly preserved.
’Unfortunately, the Golden Core Dao Fire, which is crucial for a Golden Core True Monarch to temper their Magical Power, wasn’t left behind.’
This was a considerable regret.
It was the only fly in the ointnt, Qin Xuan thought.
He concealed his aura and, with a flicker of his body, he followed his original path back, carefully slipping out of the Poisonous Toad Cave Mansion with an Escape Light.
Outside, the desolate valley in the Cyan Nether Mountain Range remained unchanged.
However, the mont he erged from the cave, Qin Xuan’s brow furrowed.
Ma Jingchuan, who was supposed to be standing guard on the periter, was sprawled unconscious behind a large boulder. His breathing was so faint it was nearly gone.
’What happened?’
Qin Xuan’s Divine Sense swept over the area, but he found no signs of an external attack.
He walked closer, leaned down to inspect him, and his expression changed slightly.
He lifted Ma Jingchuan’s outer robe.
The first thing that t his eyes was a large patch of Demon Corpse flesh.
A large area of skin, stretching from the left shoulder to the waist, had taken on an unnatural, blackish-blue color.
It was as stiff as leather and had a faint tallic sheen, clearly demarcated from the normal skin and flesh beside it.
On top of the blackish-blue skin were branded twisted structures resembling Corpse Runes, which emitted faint wisps of Corpse Aura and Demon Qi.
It was a heart-stopping, scalp-numbing sight.
’A Tier Three Ghost-faced Mountain Demon’s Demon Corpse... Has Ma Jingchuan been converted too?!’
Qin Xuan’s gaze hardened.
’Such skillful technique. The Demon Corpse has been almost perfectly integrated into a living body, turning death back into life!’
Qin Xuan examined him closely.
Suddenly, from the chest area of Ma Jingchuan’s half-Demon Corpse body, a palm-sized, ice-cold, jet-black Token fell out.
The Token itself had no Spiritual Power fluctuations, yet it gave off an extrely cold and ominous feeling.
The front was engraved with a palace shrouded in mist, while the back bore a single ancient character for "Corpse."
’Hmph, sothing fishy is going on after all.’
Qin Xuan put away the Token, then fed Ma Jingchuan a life-sustaining Pill to ensure he wouldn’t die imdiately.
Imdiately after, he transford into an inconspicuous Escape Light and quietly returned to Huaizhong Altar.
...
「Inside the private chamber.」
Qin Xuan rubbed his hands together in anticipation and began to take stock of all his gains from the Secret Realm trip.
He took out the items from Ma Jingchuan, Miao Hongrui, and Xiong Hanshan’s Storage Pouches, sorting them into categories.
Besides the usual Spirit Stones, materials, and Cultivation Technique Jade Scrolls, the most eye-catching items were those related to Corpse Refining.
Their quantity and quality far exceeded the ordinary.
Among them were three Purple Mansion Realm Demon Corpses.
This included a near-complete Iron-Backed Demon Bear, the partial demon body of a Striped Poison Python, and the well-preserved corpse of a Ghost-faced Mountain Demon.
All three Demon Corpses had been processed with special techniques, their Corpse Aura condensed and contained, making them excellent materials for refining High-tier Corpse Puppets.
In addition, there were dozens of various Demon Beast corpses from the Foundation Establishnt Stage, piled up like a mountain.
These were clearly Corpse Refining materials that had been collected over a long period.
They mainly consisted of strength-type or poisonous Demon Beasts, such as Rot-Poison Jackals, Stone-Skinned Wild Boars, and Hundred-Legged Centipedes.
’The Holy Sect’s Corpse Refining Hall doesn’t just refine demons, they refine humans too!’
Qin Xuan’s eyes narrowed. Even for a Demon Cultivator like him, the contents of the Storage Pouches were disgusting.
Besides the Demon Beasts, there were also over a dozen Human Race Cultivator Corpse Puppets.
Their Cultivation ranged from Qi Cultivation to Foundation Establishnt.
They had also been specially processed, with Corpse Suppression Talismans on their foreheads, their eyes vacant, and their skin a ghostly white.
Judging by their clothing, most were Loose Cultivators or disciples from minor sects.
’Ma Jingchuan was probably almost fully refined. With Miao Hongrui dead, he can’t survive as a Corpse Puppet.’
From the Storage Pouches, Qin Xuan also found Yin Evil Corpse Gathering Pills, which could accelerate the tempering of Corpse Puppets.
There were also Blood Feeding Pills, used for daily feeding to maintain a Corpse Puppet’s ferocity and vitality...
...and a small bottle of Soul-Stabilizing Spiritual Liquid.
This item was actually Tier Three High Grade. It could stabilize a Corpse Puppet’s remnant soul during the refining process, enhancing its intelligence and obedience while reducing the risk of it turning on its master.
Beyond that, there was a motley assortnt of Magical Artifacts and Magic Talismans.
These included things like the Tier Three Profound Yin Corpse Refining Talisman, used to assist in refining Corpse Puppets,
and the Tier Two Iron Armor Talismans and Giant Strength Talismans, which could temporarily boost a Corpse Puppet’s defense and power.
There were also various Yin Attribute Spiritual Materials for setting up a Corpse Nurturing Land and crafting Corpse Dao Spiritual Artifacts, such as hundred-year-old Gloomwood, Subterranean Netherstone, and Tainted Blood Crystals.
’Damn, they have a lot of tricks up their sleeves.’
Looking at the dazzling array of gloomy and mysterious spoils before him, Qin Xuan felt happy, but also fell into deep thought.
’The Corpse Refining Hall is a much deeper rabbit hole than I imagined.’
He carefully stored away all these Corpse Refining-related items.
Although these resources didn’t align well with his primary Cultivation Technique, they might have unexpected uses in certain situations in the future.
Qin Xuan focused his mind and began to plan his next steps.
’I must refine and take control of the Broken Gold Blessed Land.’
’I also need to imdiately absorb the newly acquired Five Poison False Pill Secret Record and all these resources!’
’Heaven knows when that Elder Sun from the Corpse Refining Hall will co looking for .’
’That old bastard is a real piece of work.’
’He actually has his eyes on my Flesh Body!’
A strong sense of crisis enveloped Qin Xuan’s mind.
’One day, I will crush all of you under my heel...’
...
Inside the private chamber, a ghastly Yin Wind blew.
An indescribable stench of corpses and Blood Evil Qi filled the air.
Qin Xuan sat cross-legged on a ditation cushion. Lying before him was the massive body of Xiong Hanshan.
The half-man, half-bear corpse was currently lifeless.
However, the Bronze Corpse-Control Bell in Qin Xuan’s hand began to glow faintly as he infused it with Demonic Essence.
TING-A-LING!
Streams of grey-black Technique seals were struck into the Corpse-Control Bell. The bell began to ring on its own without any wind, emitting a low hum.
The sound waves were like invisible tentacles, wrapping around Xiong Hanshan’s corpse.
The corpse shuddered violently. The Iron-Armored Demon Bear half of the torso was the first to react; its muscles bulged, making a leathery, creaking sound. CREAK.
But the human half reacted sluggishly, a faint remnant of a ferocious will resisting.
"Insolent! Since you’ve acknowledged as master, submit now!"
Qin Xuan’s gaze turned cold, and the sound waves from the Corpse-Control Bell suddenly beca sharp and piercing.
"ROAR—!"
A low, unwilling, deathly roar was squeezed from Xiong Hanshan’s throat, but it was quickly silenced.
The remnant will completely dissipated.
Imdiately after, Xiong Hanshan’s eyes snapped open. His pupils were unfocused, with only two clusters of eerie ghost-fire burning within them.
"Very good. This Corpse Refining isn’t so difficult after all. Stand up and let have a look," Qin Xuan chuckled.
He gently shook the Corpse-Control Bell, issuing a simple command.
CLANK! CLANK!
Xiong Hanshan’s movents were stiff as he pushed himself up from the ground, joint by joint.
His Iron Armor Bear Arm dragged on the floor, making a harsh, scraping sound.
’It worked! I finally have a Purple Mansion Realm Corpse Puppet of my own!’
Qin Xuan nodded in satisfaction, looking Xiong Hanshan up and down as if admiring a pleasing work of art.
"Co now, take a couple of steps. Go stand over there and act as my Guardian."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiong Hanshan began to move with heavy, halting steps.
A thick stench of corpses filled the air as it walked to a corner of the private chamber and stood motionless, like a statue.
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