Chapter 1: Corpse Refinent Path, Fairy and Sachet
The moon was dark, and the wind was high.
The village was poor and desolate. Wooden and thatched houses had collapsed everywhere, and corpses littered the ground.
Crackling sparks suddenly burst as flas flared. In front of a dilapidated house, firelight stretched outward, and under its flickering glow, two elongated shadows appeared.
Fang Chang used a tree branch to stir the unburned firewood at the bottom. Ash surged and swirled upward along with the rising flas.
He rubbed his nose.
The heat seed to disperse so of the stench of blood.
Beside him, the corpse of an old farr leaned against a coffin.
Its head tilted back, one leg crossed over the other, with a piece of cogon grass stem still dangling from its mouth—looking carefree like a landlord.
Fang Chang raised the softened dried at in his hand toward it.
“Want so?”
The old farr’s cloudy, grayish-white pupils showed no reaction, nor could they possibly.
Only that, at this very mont, blood happened to trickle from the corner of its mouth.
“Little glutton.”
Fang Chang chuckled and stuffed the dried at into the old farr’s mangled mouth, while he himself gnawed on a flatbread.
The flatbread was dry and tasteless, but he did not mind, slowly swallowing it with water.
Amid the drifting smoke and ashes, sothing gathered above the old farr’s head, forming a faint, blurry face that seed to smile in gratitude.
After a short while.
Footsteps approached slowly—steady, composed, and unhidden.
The figure stepped into the firelight.
It was a woman, dressed in a blue-and-white gradient gown. Her wide sleeves hung gently, and her deanor was graceful and refined.
Her eyes were like autumn waters, with a tear mole at the corner. Even the way she looked at a dog seed affectionate, like a spring breeze brushing past.
She glanced indifferently around the village.
Corpses covered the ground, with severed limbs scattered everywhere. The stench of blood was so thick it blanketed the night. The thod was crude and reckless—clearly the work of demonic paths.
And the man before the fire—his aura was sinister, dining alongside corpses, with a coffin covered in talismans leaning beside him...
“Corpse Refinent Path?”
The night wind brushed past. The crystal ornant on her forehead reflected the cold gleam of a sword being unsheathed.
Fang Chang set down the flatbread and spoke politely.
“Greetings, fellow cultivator. I am Fang Chang. I happened to pass by this place and rely borrowed so yin energy here for cultivation.”
The woman’s expression remained unchanged.
“You an to say this atrocity has nothing to do with you?”
Fang Chang pointed into the distance, where two black-robed corpses lay sprawled in pools of blood.
“Those two cultivated the Blood Demon Path. Their thod of killing for blood… well, everyone understands. Fellow cultivator, you only need to inspect the surrounding corpses to know this is not the thod of our Corpse Refinent Path.”
Fang Chang recognized the female cultivator before him.
A disciple of Canglan Mountain, one of the Twelve Orthodox Paths—Cheng Hua.
In fact, he had co here specifically to wait for her.
Before transmigrating, Fang Chang had been playing a grand open-world cultivation ga called Fallen Immortal.
It claid extrely high freedom—every NPC had a story, and every cultivation thod that appeared could be attempted by players.
Fang Chang had found it fascinating and chose to specialize in the Corpse Refinent Path.
From ti to ti, he would refine all the NPCs in an entire city into yin corpses.
Then he would watch as they cried and struggled while slaughtering their own friends and relatives.
A true great villain.
Later, after pushing his character’s level to the peak,
he refined most of the top female cultivators from the Twelve Orthodox Paths into yin corpses and kept them by his side.
Surrounded by beautiful corpses, he indulged in endless pleasure.
Just as he was figuring out how to bypass the 16 restriction to allow the female characters to “express themselves” better,
one day, too lazy to remove the electrode patches, Fang Chang wore his gaming helt straight to the balcony to eat instant noodles.
And it just so happened to be a once-in-twenty-years thunderstorm...
Fang Chang only rembered a flash of white light, striking straight down from the clouds.
When he woke up again, he had already transmigrated into the ga.
Since he was here, he might as well settle in.
Naturally,
he brought the Corpse Refinent Path cultivation system from the ga with him.
[Affiliation: Corpse Refinent Path]
[Yin Corpses: Jia-1 (severely injured), Jia-2 (severely injured), Jia-3 (lightly injured).]
[Talent: Soul-Link]
The so-called Soul-Link
was the act of stealing a portion of a living person’s soul and placing it into a yin corpse. This not only accelerated the corpse’s refinent but also increased the feedback to the master.
This talent had been a key reason for Fang Chang’s rapid rise back then.
Even so,
it still took him a full month just to officially enter the initial stage of cultivation—Qi absorption.
The main reason was that he had grown up in a modern city.
Without the nourishnt of spiritual essence, his body’s aptitude could only be described as utterly terrible.
On top of that, he lacked a good Soul-Link target—there was no way his progress could be fast.
Fang Chang was helpless.
When the ga beca reality, there was a major problem—he simply could not encounter powerful NPCs.
Even though they had been everywhere in the ga...
Left with no choice, he could only recall famous quests and go wait at their locations.
Right now, this was one such fortuitous quest...
anwhile,
after hearing his explanation, Cheng Hua frowned slightly and did not lower her guard easily.
She stepped forward and examined the corpses, confirming that they were indeed victims of the Blood Demon Path.
Not only that,
the two Blood Demon cultivators’ corpses were surrounded by yin energy and corpse poison—it was clear they had been killed by yin corpses.
So, Fang Chang of the Corpse Refinent Path had just happened to arrive and killed fellow demonic cultivators?
That was rare.
Regardless, the corpses covering the ground indeed had nothing to do with him.
Cheng Hua was not soone who panicked at the re ntion of danger. Since he had done no evil, she had no intention of provoking conflict.
She suppressed her killing intent.
The tense atmosphere at the scene eased.
Only then did she notice that Fang Chang was eating flatbread himself while stuffing dried at into the old farr’s corpse. Her gaze beca sowhat strange.
Fang Chang sat back down and continued eating, smiling.
“Fellow cultivator need not look at that way. I am soone with principles. Since I borrowed everyone’s yin energy, I repay it with a al to fulfill their lingering wishes and bring balance.”
The wishes of mortal farrs were simple—often just the word ‘full.’
To a cultivator, dried at was worth little, but such sincerity was indeed rare.
Cheng Hua pressed her lips together, her impression of the young Corpse Refinent Path cultivator improving slightly.
She sheathed her sword and cupped her hands.
“Canglan Mountain disciple Cheng Hua. My apologies for the disturbance.”
With that, she turned to leave without looking back.
In the ga, this female cultivator had always been decisive and swift.
But since Fang Chang had co to wait here, he did not intend to just exchange greetings.
“Fellow Cultivator Cheng, please wait.”
Cheng Hua stopped and turned back.
Her indifferent expression now carried a trace of caution.
“What is it?”
“There is sothing I am unsure whether I should say.”
“Speak freely.”
Fang Chang paused for a mont, then shook his head and sighed.
“The white sachet at your waist seems to carry thods of the Gu Path.”
Cheng Hua shook her head faintly and instinctively refuted him.
“Do not speak nonsense. This was a gift from a close fellow disciple.”
“I cultivate corpse refinent and have so understanding of the Gu Path. While I do not know what kind of Gu insect is inside the sachet, its presence is indeed real. You may wish to examine it.”
Fang Chang spoke calmly, appearing confident.
In truth, he was just making it up.
He knew nothing about the Gu Path.
Even if he did, as soone who had just entered the Corpse Refinent Path, how could he detect sothing from the Gu Path, which specialized in concealnt?
What he relied on
was his prior knowledge of this quest.
In the original storyline,
after Cheng Hua killed the Blood Demon cultivators who massacred the village, she would be ambushed and killed.
However, if the player appeared beforehand and warned her about the Gu insect in the sachet, making her vigilant, she could escape with severe injuries.
Moreover, it would increase her trust toward the player.
Even if they were strangers before, it could raise the relationship to level 2 [Familiar ~ Acknowledged].
There was even a chance to receive an invitation to beco a disciple of Canglan Mountain!
That was one of the Twelve Orthodox Paths.
Important characters were everywhere—one walk through the sect could encounter several.
At that point, wouldn’t opportunities for Soul-Link be everywhere?
Cheng Hua checked the sachet with so doubt.
After a mont, her expression changed slightly.
“......”
“At first, I thought it might be your doing. But upon hearing that you are a disciple of Canglan Mountain, I knew that was impossible.”
“Perhaps there is so misunderstanding. My close friend would not harm .”
“I think the sa. Perhaps it was not your friend, but those Gu Path practitioners acting in secret.”
Fang Chang pretended to comfort her.
For an item as personal as a sachet, even if the scent before and after opening did not differ much,
it could not deceive a cultivator.
Once it had been given, tampering with it afterward would be troubleso and complex.
It was easiest to act during its creation.
Whoever gave it had the greatest suspicion—sothing anyone could understand.
Cultivators were all sharp.
This would not escape Cheng Hua.
“That does make sense.”
However, after hearing Fang Chang’s comforting words, Cheng Hua’s expression actually stabilized, and she no longer harbored suspicion.
“Ah…?”
“It seems soone is trying to fra my close friend.”
“......”
She looked at Fang Chang. Most of her caution had faded, and a trace of softness appeared in her indifferent eyes.
“Thank you for the reminder. When I return, my friend and I will discuss this matter carefully. We will certainly prepare a generous gift in return.”
“There is no need to ntion .”
Fang Chang broke into a slight sweat.
If it truly was your close friend who did it, wouldn’t that an I just exposed myself?
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