My Corpse Puppet Has Formed a Soul Link with a Fairy Chapter 13 : Aren’t You Also Asking for Trouble

Chapter 13: Aren’t You Also Asking for Trouble

Fang Chang stepped closer to take a look.

Inside the bronze square cauldron, it was filled to the brim with chunks of fatty, paste-like flesh.

The flesh was entirely crystal clear, yet not cold like dead matter. Its touch was warm like jade, yet soft and elastic.

At tis it gently pulsed, at tis it secreted fine beads of sweat.

Like living flesh.

This object was called “Jade Essence Embryo.”

In the cultivation world, it had a nickna—Primordial Flesh.

A layer of soft red treasure light enveloped the Primordial Flesh.

It illuminated Fang Chang’s smiling face.

Primordial Flesh was an object rich in the natural Spiritual Essence of heaven and earth.

Whether for alchemy and furnace refining, talisman drawing and ink grinding, altar raising and formation setting—among the hundreds of cultivation thods, every single one could make use of it.

Because of its versatility, it could also serve as a universal exchange item.

Its quality was graded in four tiers: black, white, green, and red.

The current red flesh was of superior quality.

Such top-tier Primordial Flesh was enough to nourish any cultivator for quite so ti.

And though the Primordial Flesh was important—

what made Fang Chang even happier was—

the bronze square cauldron holding the flesh.

S-grade secret treasure!

Four Symbols Sacred Spirit · Black Tortoise Cauldron!

The owner of the general’s tomb beneath Yideng Temple had failed to recognize its value and had actually used a treasure more precious than the Primordial Flesh as a container for at.

This object could not only store all things, but in tis of danger, it could also block a fatal strike for its owner.

It could be said to be a beginner-phase treasure in Fallen Immortal that greatly increased fault tolerance!

Unfortunately, each version had its own “gods,” and S-grade items from older versions differed from those of newer ones.

In the later stages of the ga, this item basically beca a high-end storage bag.

But that was a matter for later.

For now—

obtaining this thing without injury was simply a massive profit.

Joy continuously appeared on Fang Chang’s face.

He then looked toward a stone platform by the wall. The platform was smooth and lustrous, and on it rested an ancient bronze box covered in intricate patterns.

Examining its complex structure, with movable and transformable axles—

it was clearly a chanism box.

Cheng Hua was not attracted by the Primordial Flesh.

As Fang Chang moved, she followed him closer.

Seeing him examining the object in his hands, she took the initiative to explain:

“Heavenly chanism Box. This object was used in earlier years by the Mohist Heavenly chanism Workshop to store important treasures. Its transformations can reach up to hundreds of thousands of variations. It is powered by a special internal crystal core. If it cannot be restored to its original state within three attempts, the box will self-destruct, and the treasure will be transported elsewhere.”

Fang Chang found it sowhat strange.

“You even understand this?”

He himself naturally recognized it.

But Cheng Hua didn’t seem like soone who understood matters outside cultivation.

“When I was young, I once saw a similar item among my master’s collection.”

“From the way you say it, you couldn’t restore it in three tries and destroyed it?”

“…Yes. Because of that, I was nearly beaten to death.”

“Your master sounds quite strict.”

Cheng Hua rarely showed a guilty expression: “That chanism box was left behind by my master’s deceased husband.”

“…Speaking of which, weren’t you also asking for trouble by touching it?”

“So, my suggestion is to send this to the Heavenly chanism Workshop to be unlocked, lest you leave regrets.”

Fang Chang smiled but did not respond.

Holding the Heavenly chanism Box, his ten fingers moved like phantoms, rapidly twisting the axles.

“You…”

Cheng Hua frowned, about to persuade him again—

when she heard a click—she froze on the spot.

The bronze box blood with light, and then layers of bronze plates unfolded outward like a blossoming lotus.

Within it, a completely gilded object—

the “Nine Heavens Key”—was revealed.

A secret realm key of an S-grade secret treasure!

Fang Chang’s expression remained calm as he put it away.

Cheng Hua narrowed her eyes slightly.

She looked at the box, then at the narrow crack they had entered through.

“You don’t seem surprised by anything.”

“You’re about the sa.”

“But it’s as if you already knew everything in advance.”

“Actually, this is my hotown. This tomb is where I died in my previous life.”

Fang Chang spoke nonsense casually.

He began refining the Black Tortoise Cauldron.

As an ownerless object, it was especially easy to refine, and it was completed in no ti.

Cheng Hua, however, did not let it go.

“Don’t think you can fool . You follow the Corpse Refinent Path. This place is filled with deathly and sinister energy, corpse qi swirling everywhere—it is clearly a grand tomb. Have you co here before to rob graves and dig up corpses?”

Fang Chang laughed.

“It’s really hard to lie to you.”

He divided half of the red Primordial Flesh from the cauldron. “These things are beneficial for cultivation. Take them and keep them well—consider it hush money.”

A trace of pride flashed across Cheng Hua’s face.

“I’ve already figured out your personality… but if you want to enter Canglan Mountain, you’d better not do such filthy things again. Do you understand?”

“Understood, Senior Sister Cheng. Take it.”

“I don’t need it. You keep it yourself.”

“Too little? Fine, fine.”

Fang Chang generously took out another quarter for her.

This ti, Cheng Hua was sowhat stunned.

“Primordial Flesh is a true cultivation treasure. It benefits all paths. You should keep it yourself. Why give it to ?”

“Those who see it get a share.”

Fang Chang felt a bit miserable inside.

If not for his terrible aptitude, with his cultivation progress entirely reliant on the growth of those he was Soul-Linked to, he really wouldn’t want to give it away…

Cheng Hua frowned. “Do you still have feelings for ?”

“……”

“You’re a good person, Fang Chang, but…”

“‘But I’m devoted to cultivation and have no interest in romance—you should be the sa,’ right?”

“You know it well.”

“Where did you get such a nagging personality? Just take it…”

ROAR!!!

At that very mont—

from the stone passage on the other side of the chamber ca an extrely terrifying roar echoing faintly.

The roar carried deathly energy, crashing like a mindless beast.

That sinister aura surged straight through the passage, striking Cheng Hua, who was already seriously injured, turning her face pale.

Fang Chang raised an eyebrow.

“The Tomb General has gone berserk?”

The Tomb General was the boss of this underground dungeon.

In the ga, even with this kind of deviant speed-clear, it would not react.

But now that this was reality, differences were understandable.

“Let’s go. It’s coming.”

Cheng Hua glanced at the Primordial Flesh on the ground. Seeing that he truly didn’t care, she had no choice but to store it away.

She hurriedly followed behind him.

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Inside the Tomb General’s boss chamber.

“Boom—”

Dai Bojun’s entire body was blasted into the air.

Like a cannonball, his back slamd heavily into a stone wall ten ters away.

“Boom!”

The entire underground palace trembled, debris and dust falling from the ceiling.

Cracks spread out from him across the wall like a spiderweb, covering several ters, as his body was embedded deep within it, surrounded by shattered indentations.

Dai Bojun violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

His chest felt blocked, unable to draw even a single breath.

The soul flas surrounding him were forcibly stripped away.

The white tiger reford, furious and distorted with rage.

“How could this be! How could this be! We were just one step away—why did the Tomb General suddenly beco so much stronger!”

Through the dust—

not far away, the tall yet decaying armored figure had already lost half its head and its right arm.

Its sudden surge in strength had caught them completely off guard, dealing a devastating blow in a single strike.

And once the possession state ended—

the intense pain finally flooded into Dai Bojun’s mind.

His vision darkened, his ears ringing incessantly.

He scread, tears streaming uncontrollably.

“Big Sister Bai… Big Sister Bai, it hurts… it hurts!”

“Stop shouting! Get up, you useless thing! If we don’t run now, we’ll both die here!”

A trace of disgust flashed through the white tiger soul’s eyes, as if she were considering what to do next.

But suddenly, she saw the Tomb General let out a roar.

It crouched deeply, then exploded upward, charging straight toward the ceiling of the tomb like a burrowing insect, tunneling layer by layer.

The white tiger was stunned for a mont.

But imdiately, a desperate joy of survival surged within her.

“Bojun, it’s fine… it’s gone. It’s fine!”

Then—

she paused slightly.

Seeing the person sliding down from the wall was already on the verge of death, his screams reduced to weak breaths, his condition utterly miserable.

The joy in her eyes gradually faded.

A strange sense of desolation and disappointnt seeped out.

“The sinister energy here is sufficient to sustain my soul techniques.”

“Bojun, I originally intended to help you step onto the great Dao, and afterward have you forge a body…”

“But since our fate is so poor, and we failed before even succeeding—then I cannot be blad for seizing your body. It is better than wasting your talent…”