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Song Wen's thoughts raced, though his face betrayed no emotion.
He took the fragnted prescription handed to him by the attendant, his brows furrowing deeply.
"This formula is quite peculiar. It doesn't resemble a prescription ant for cultivators but rather seems like materials used in corpse refinent. As a pill refiner for over a century, I've never co across such a strange recipe."
"I'm quite intrigued by this fragnted formula. I'll take it to study. If I find anything, your shop better not withhold my due compensation."
The attendant responded, "Rest assured, senior. Hundred Herbs Pavilion is owned by the Xing family. We wouldn't risk our reputation for the sake of a few spiritual materials."
Song Wen nodded, stowing the fragnt away as he left the shop.
Inwardly, he contemplated.
The attendant ntioned that Hundred Herbs Pavilion is a Xing family property. The "Miss" he spoke of must be a mber of the Xing family.
It seems soone in the Xing family is cultivating demonic techniques!
Not long after Song Wen left, the attendant turned to head toward the rear courtyard of Hundred Herbs Pavilion, knocking on the door of a chamber.
After receiving permission from inside, the attendant pushed the door open and entered the chamber.
Inside, corpse energy swirled heavily.
A woman with an iron-gray complexion and sharp fangs sat cross-legged in the chamber.
Her appearance bore an uncanny resemblance to Song Wen's corpse-transford state. "What is it?" the woman asked.
"Miss, a pill refiner just ca to the shop and took a copy of a fragnted formula." The woman's shriveled face twitched slightly, and a murderous glint flashed in her eyes. "In these past years, more than a thousand pill refiners have taken copies of that fragnted formula, yet none have managed to complete it. For such a trivial matter, you dare disturb my cultivation? It seems I've been too lenient with you all."
The attendant had intended to curry favor with the Miss but ended up provoking her ire instead.
His knees gave out, and he knelt on the ground.
"This servant knows his mistake! Please forgive , Miss."
As he spoke, he kowtowed repeatedly.
Bang, bang, bang...
The force of his kowtows produced loud thuds as his forehead struck the hard ground.
His forehead soon split open, and crimson blood began to flow.
The Miss's eyes lit up with excitent at the sight of his blood.
It was the kind of unrestrained hunger that a starving person feels upon seeing food.
In a flash, she was before him.
One hand gripped the attendant's head, the other pressed firmly on his shoulder.
Her mouth opened, revealing sharp fangs.
"Miss, no..."
Before the terrified attendant could finish his plea, the fangs pierced the flesh of his neck.
A swallowing sound followed.
The attendant's body gradually went limp. His flesh withered, and his blood was entirely drained.
The Miss pushed his corpse aside, the frenzy in her eyes slowly subsiding.
Her corpse-transford state faded, and she regained her human appearance.
She was tall and graceful, exuding both elegance and strength. She was like a willow, flexible yet unyielding, and akin to a pine, resilient and steadfast.
The black fitted combat attire clung tightly to her body, accentuating her flawless figure.
Her face was delicate, with brows like painted ink and eyes resembling autumn waters.
If not for the blood staining her lips, one would undoubtedly praise her as a striking and valiant beauty.
Yet her eyes carried a deep worry.
"The demonic techniques from Wu Ji Island indeed allow for rapid cultivation and great power, but the drawbacks are far too severe."
"The Yin Shuo Elder who passed this technique claid that after forming the Golden Core, the signs of corpse transformation could be controlled. But with my current state, how can I survive the Heart Tribulation and condense a Golden Core?"
"I shouldn't have practiced this demonic technique behind the sect's back, back then."
Regret surfaced on her face as she reflected.
"Hmph! The Yin Shuo Elder's technique must be flawed. Otherwise, how could Wu Ji Island have so many Golden Core-level corpse refiners despite the severe drawbacks of The Corpse King's Blood Refinent Technique?"
"He also claid that the Corpse Curse Water could cure the symptoms of corpse transformation. That was likely a lie. He was just using to help him complete the prescription for the Corpse Curse Water."
Her expression gradually twisted in anger and frustration.
"No, I have to seek the sect master's help and demand that the Yin Shuo Elder hand over the complete technique. Otherwise, I will eventually lose my mind and completely turn into a mindless corpse."
She stood up, left the secret chamber, and soared into the sky, heading toward Fang City.
anwhile, Song Wen had browsed every shop and street stall in the Black Market, including those set up by rogue cultivators. Unfortunately, he couldn't find the spiritual herbs he
needed.
However, at one stall, he found so monster blood and souls sold at an exceptionally low price, so he casually bought them.
After taking the jade bottle containing the souls, Song Wen noticed sothing peculiar. The soul bottle had been tampered with, bearing a faint spiritual imprint.
Without raising alarm, Song Wen continued wandering the Black Market for over two more
hours before finally leaving.
Instead of flying, he traversed through the dense forest.
Thirty miles ahead of him, a Sacred Gu, the size of an egg, flew leisurely, carrying a soul bottle
in its mouth.
On the path from the Black Market to Fang City, three Foundation Establishnt cultivators -two n and one woman-hid atop a dense treetop.
The female cultivator, who was at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishnt, was the one who sold Song Wen the monster blood and souls.
The two male cultivators were at the peak and late stages of Foundation Establishnt,
respectively.
Their auras were expertly concealed, with no leaks.
"Are you sure this guy is a fat sheep?" the peak-stage male cultivator asked.
The woman replied, "Big Brother, this man bought monster blood and souls worth over ten thousand spirit stones in a single purchase without blinking an eye. Such generosity must
an he's incredibly wealthy."
The big brother hesitated, his expression uncertain.
"Spending so freely... Could he be a disciple of the Xing family or another major power?"
The other male cultivator said, "I've been watching him for a while. He's visited almost every shop and stall in the Black Market, clearly an unfamiliar rogue cultivator in Fang City without any guide. He's definitely not from the Xing family. As for whether he belongs to another major power, that's harder to say."
"Big Brother, we've robbed people plenty of tis. Why are you hesitating so much this ti?" the woman asked.
The big brother replied, "Recently, the Xing family seems to be planning sothing big, and many disciples from other major powers have co to Fang City. If this man is an elite disciple of one of those powers, there's a high chance his elders have left a soul imprint on him. If we kill him rashly, the soul imprint will transfer to us."
"What kind of elite disciple from a major power would lack monster blood and souls? This man is most likely a rogue cultivator or an insignificant mber of a major power," the
woman argued.
"You have a point. Let's kill him."
The big brother's hesitation disappeared, replaced by a cold killing intent.
Before long, his eyes narrowed.
"He's coming." Using the spiritual imprint on the soul bottle, he sensed the target approaching. The distance
between them had shrunk to less than four miles.
(End of the Chapter)
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