Chapter 5: The Good Person Card
“I have a senior sister nearby. She has already received my ssage—she will arrive in just a few days.”
As soon as Fang Chang opened the door, he heard Cheng Hua’s weak voice.
Early in the morning, the two had moved to the village that had recently been massacred by the Blood Demon Path. The bear cave was truly not a suitable place.
Fang Chang placed the brewed herbal dicine onto the wooden table.
He sensed sothing different in Cheng Hua’s tone.
“Senior sister? Could it be the close friend who gave you the sachet?”
“Correct.”
“Then congratulations, Fellow Cultivator—you are about to escape suffering.”
Fang Chang spoke with faint sarcasm, though Cheng Hua did not catch it.
The Fairy supported herself against the wall as she walked out from behind the curtain separating the room, her face pale.
As she moved, her slender legs alternated beneath her skirt.
She glanced at the bowl of dicine on the table and said plainly:
“My injuries are too severe. I cannot take dicine carelessly. If the prescription is wrong, it may cause harm instead.”
In simple terms, she did not quite trust Fang Chang’s skill.
After their brief ti together, Fang Chang had already understood this Fairy’s personality.
Basically, there was no need to guess her thoughts.
Because she would say them directly.
“With Fellow Cultivator Cheng’s cultivation, a single sip should be enough to discern the nature of the dicine.”
Cheng Hua frowned slightly.
After a mont,
she parted her soft pink lips, revealing a glimpse of her rounded, faintly flushed tongue, and gently took a sip.
Then she froze, her calm eyes showing rare surprise.
“Stone Milk Moss over a hundred years old? It grows on the rock walls of spirit veins—where would such a spirit vein co from here?”
Fang Chang smiled faintly.
There was naturally no spirit vein here.
But with the Little Martial God Dai Bojun nearby, blessed with great fortune, anything was possible.
In Fallen Immortal, those blessed with fortune were even more outrageous than protagonists with plot armor.
Wherever they went, heavenly treasures would forcibly mature.
When Fang Chang had first transmigrated here, he had found it strange that several dicinal herbs he rembered had not yet matured. Only later did he realize—it was because those fortune-blessed NPCs had not yet passed through.
“That is not sothing you need to worry about. Will this dicine cause harm?”
“Of course not. Stone Milk Moss resembles coagulated fat and has the color of green jade. It is one of the best mild auxiliary dicines for repairing ridian damage and stabilizing internal cultivation…”
As Cheng Hua spoke, her voice gradually softened. She studied Fang Chang with confusion.
After a pause, she added:
“This dicine is also greatly beneficial for cultivation. You are just giving it to like this?”
Fang Chang poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.
“Just drink it. Why so fussy?”
“Do you have feelings for ?”
“…?”
Fang Chang’s hand froze midair as he held the teacup, looking at Cheng Hua, who wore a serious expression.
Her pale face showed no trace of a girl’s shyness—only a straightforward question.
“What do you think?”
“I think you do.”
Cheng Hua nodded firmly. “When you saved from Zhao Yuntong, you forced a pretentious smile. My senior sister once told that when n smile like that at a woman with my appearance, it usually ans they have feelings.”
That was a bit off-putting, Fairy.
And… what do you an a pretentious smile?
Fang Chang felt slightly awkward and shook his head.
Seeing that Cheng Hua was like this, he decided to speak plainly.
“I have no such intentions toward you. I rely wish to use you as a ans to climb onto Canglan Mountain’s branch.”
“Really? I don’t believe you.”
What do you an you don’t believe—
Cheng Hua brushed her hair behind her ear, revealing slightly reddened ear tips, and lifted her head to drink the entire bowl of dicine in one go.
The dicine was bitter.
Her brows furrowed, a blush briefly appearing on her cheeks before quickly fading back to calm.
“You are a good person, Fang Chang. But I am devoted to cultivation and have no interest in romantic matters. You should be the sa.”
“If you truly wish to find a Dao companion to pursue the Great Dao together, once you enter the sect, I can introduce one or two for you. With your appearance and bearing, as long as your aptitude is not too poor, it should not be difficult.”
“If your aptitude is good, my senior sister would also be a fine choice…”
Even by Cheng Hua’s standards, Fang Chang was considered quite good-looking.
“Stop, stop.”
Fang Chang pressed his forehead.
What is this person even talking about?
“I currently have no intention of finding a Dao companion, and I truly have no such feelings toward you. Please do not make assumptions.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure! I only have respect for you, nothing more.” Fang Chang said through gritted teeth.
“That is good.”
Cheng Hua nodded.
Fang Chang could not stay any longer and took his leave from the village house.
Cheng Hua watched his departing figure, then sat down and silently refined the dicinal effects.
Yet she suddenly found it difficult to settle.
For so reason, a complicated feeling arose in her heart—she was rarely rejected so decisively by a man.
Her legs pressed together slightly, her elegant lines faintly visible through the folds of her skirt.
Her brows furrowed, lips gently pressed together, as a thought surfaced.
“What gives him the confidence to be so certain?”
But after all, she was a Fairy of pure heart and clear Dao.
Though stray thoughts arose, they dissipated quickly.
In the next mont, she imrsed herself once more in healing her injuries.
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Inside another village house,
the clutter had been cleared away, and the coffin containing Zhao Yuntong’s corpse material sat in the center.
Fang Chang ford hand seals and tore off the yin-nurturing talismans affixed to the coffin one by one.
Cold yin energy swirled, and the temperature in the room dropped further.
There were many houses in the village. Fang Chang and Cheng Hua each occupied one.
On one hand, it was to avoid impropriety between n and won.
On the other, Corpse Puppet Zhao Yuntong was about to be completed.
As ntioned before, the process of forming a corpse was complex—purifying the corpse, nurturing yin, body refinent, form stabilization, awakening spirit, and binding to a master—none could be skipped.
With the help of the Corpse Refinent Path system, Fang Chang only needed to perform the most basic purification.
However,
so fundantal choices still required his decision.
【Please select the spirit awakening thod for corpse material (Zhao Yuntong):】
【1. Borrowed Soul Awakening】
【2. Split Soul Awakening】
【3. Original Soul Awakening】
These three were simple to understand:
Capturing residual or wandering souls for awakening;
Splitting the caster’s own soul;
Or using the corpse material’s original soul.
Each had its advantages and disadvantages. Fang Chang chose the one with the highest potential—the third option.
Although Zhao Yuntong’s yandere nature was terrifying, with the Corpse Refinent Path system present, the risk of backlash was nearly zero.
After making his choice, the aura within the coffin beca restless.
It even began striking against the coffin with loud thuds.
An ordinary person would be terrified.
But Fang Chang, experienced in corpse refinent, remained completely calm.
When a soft, delicate moan finally ca from within the coffin, like that of a newborn child,
he curled his lips and lifted the lid.
Zhao Yuntong stood quietly inside.
Her pale bluish skin carried a porcelain-like sheen under the dim light.
Having been refined imdiately after death, her body had not undergone decay or stiffness—it looked almost identical to when she was alive.
The natural distribution of her form, shaped by gravity, stretched the thin fabric at her front in a striking way.
Her waist appeared even more slender in contrast, sharply narrowing before expanding into full, rounded curves at her hips.
Fang Chang remained unfazed.
“Next is binding to a master.”
He bit the tip of his tongue.
Three drops of heart’s blood floated into the air, landing on Zhao Yuntong’s forehead, chest, and dantian, sizzling like red-hot iron.
Blood patterns spread like living things beneath her skin, forming an eerie network.
At the sa ti, Fang Chang condensed his life-bound soul mark into a point of dim blue light and sent it into her slightly parted mouth, engraving it deeply upon her tongue.
Suddenly, her perfect body trembled.
Not a stiff convulsion,
but a ripple-like motion before awakening, spreading upward from her abdon.
The yin-nurturing talisman on her face was shaken loose.
Zhao Yuntong suddenly opened her eyes.
At first, they were hollow and pale like a corpse puppet’s—
then her own soul awakened, instantly filling her pupils.
In the next mont—
a dying hatred erupted within them.
Zhao Yuntong’s bare toes pressed against the ground as she lunged forward violently, her body swaying with terrifying force.
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