“Yu’er! Don’t take away my child!” Madam Zhao looked at the body placed on the table, and let out an agonizing scream.
With her arms stretched in Zhao Yu’s direction, she stumbled out of bed. She rushed towards them, her movements much less flexible than during the day.
Behind her, Zhao Bai made no sound, just followed Madam Zhao silently. His dark eyes fell upon them momentarily, and with the corners of his mouth curled into an abnormal arc, his scarlet tongue was on display, along with his canine teeth.
Like a beast observing its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to land a fatal blow.
“Shizun, this is…” Lin Liaoting asked in surprise as he looked at the scene in front of him.
“Yin Corpse.” Jian Xiuyun grasped the Qinghan Sword and spoke solemnly.
A hundred years ago, there was an amazing prodigy in the cultivation world. His talent was so extraordinary that it was astonishing. Unfortunately, that person did not embark on the right path, and chose the path of demonic cultivation.
Not only did he create many spells of his own, but he also came up with various ideas that were unacceptable to the world, such as refining people who were near death or who had died recently and turned them into Yin Corpses.
The refined person would be no different from a normal person during the day, but when night fell, it would return to its original appearance as a Yin Corpse. It was really powerful with immensely strong fighting power, didn’t feel pain, and was extremely difficult to kill.
He once tried to create an army of Yin Corpses, but was soon discovered, and the eight sects united to hang him under Mount Yun.
All the Yin Corpses he created were burned.
It stands to reason that such a thing would have been extinct a long time ago, so why did it suddenly reappear?
Before they had any time to think further about it, the Zhao couple rushed forward, and Jian Xiuyun hurriedly raised his sword to fight.
Yin Corpses were extremely tough to deal with. Unless they were chopped into pieces or burned by fire, they would stand up and continue fighting even if their heads are cut off.
Therefore, it took quite an effort to deal with them.
Jian Xiuyun faced Zhao Bai, while Lin Liaoting took on Mrs. Zhao.
Zhao Bai didn’t say much from beginning to the end. He seemed silent and honest, but he was not easy to deal with.
Jian Xiuyun originally wanted to dismember him, but after a few moves, he realized that his body was different from ordinary Yin Corpses. It was very firm. Every time Qinghan Sword clashed with his body, it only sounded a “clang” without inflicting any damage.
Jian Xiuyun frowned slightly. It seemed that he could only try burning him.
With his consciousness, a kindling stick flew out of his Qiankun pouch.
Zhao Bai seemed to have gotten an idea of what he was going to do, and instinctively felt fear, speeding up his offensive.
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When Zhao Bai saw this, he actually took a step back.
But then he suddenly became fierce and rushed towards him, as if he was desperate for his life.
Fire was indeed the nemesis of Yin Corpses. When the originally strong corpse was exposed to fire, large black scorches would immediately appear, like withered firewood that would break at a touch.
Soon, one of Zhao Bai’s limbs was gone. He couldn’t balance himself and fell to the ground.
Despite this, he continued to crawl towards Jian Xiuyun, fighting till the end.
Lin Liaoting on the side had already cut off Madam Zhao’s limbs. Madam Zhao was like a broken doll, unable to move, but she still kept shouting, “Yu’er!”
Lin Liaoting took pity on her and did not behead her directly. Instead, he lifted her up and placed her next to Zhao Yu. He said, “You are beside your son now. Can you stop screaming?”
As soon as Madam Zhao saw Zhao Yu, her voice lowered as expected. She pressed her head tightly against the boy’s skin, and began to hum the nursery rhyme again.
After dealing with Madam Zhao, Lin Liaoting came over and was somewhat taken aback when he witnessed Zhao Bai twisting and moving on the ground, “Shizun, these two people are too strange.”
“Indeed.” Jian Xiuyun nodded, “Once night falls, the Yin Corpse will return to its original appearance and generally will not retain any sanity. However, Madam Zhao still remembers Zhao Yu, and Zhao Bai’s body is as hard as a rock. It’s difficult to even pierce, let alone mince.”
As he spoke, his eyes darkened, “These two Yin Corpses are very special. They must have been carefully refined to make up for the shortcomings of ordinary Yin Corpses.”
Lin Liaoting felt a chill down his spine when he heard this. “But hasn’t that demonic cultivator died long ago? Who can still refine and create Yin Corpses?”
Jian Xiuyun shook his head, “The only good thing is that they are still vulnerable to fire.”
With that said, he threw the fire stick directly on Zhao Bai.
The flames erupted instantly and spread.
Zhao Bai twisted his body in pain and finally let out a sound, letting out bursts of screams.
The fire had burned away all his limbs, leaving only his head. Suddenly, he shut his mouth and looked behind Jian Xiuyun, a trace of joy flashing in his eyes.
Jian Xiuyun felt something wrong and subconsciously turned around.
Then something slammed into his body.
Before he could react, a sharp pain flared up from his neck.
He lowered his gaze and saw Madam Zhao, limbless, biting his neck fiercely with her bloody mouth wide open.
“Shizun!” Lin Liaoting exclaimed, quickly drawing out his sword and slashing Madam Zhao’s neck.
Her head was instantly separated from her body, but the force on Jian Xiuyun’s neck did not decrease at all.
She exerted so much force that her sharp teeth pierced his neck. Jian Xiuyun did not dare to pull her off directly lest he tear off a layer of skin.
Looking at the helpless Lin Liaoting, he endured the pain and said, “Fire.”
Lin Liaoting understood instantly.
He picked up the fire stick on the ground and set aflame Madam Zhao’s head.
As soon as Madam Zhao’s head touched the fire, she let out an ear-piercing shriek. Her mouth opened, and her head fell off Jian Xiuyun’s body.
Lin Liaoting showed no mercy this time and burned her to ashes.
Then he hurried over and checked Jian Xiuyun’s injuries.
He saw a patch of black on Jian Xiuyun’s white, slender neck, which kept spreading. The two holes bitten by sharp teeth were bleeding continuously, and it looked extremely horrifying.
Lin Liaoting’s face paled instantly and he said, “Shizun! Your neck…”
Jian Xiuyun knew by his expression that it was not good. He managed to stay calm and said, “It’s just corpse poison. We’ll deal with it later. Let’s get out of here first.”
“Okay.” Lin Liaoting responded.
The two turned and walked outside.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they opened the door, they were met with the sight of a dense crowd of people standing outside.
Hearing the noise, they raised their heads neatly and looked at them. Like the Zhaos, the whites in their eyes had disappeared, leaving only black pupils occupying the entire eye sockets, and exuding a heavy death aura.
And Li Zheng was standing at the front.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the scene in front of him and felt a chill in his heart.
It turns out that there has been no living person in Ancient Stone City for a long time.
Lin Liaoting on the side did not expect this to be the case, and unconsciously approached him and said in a low voice, “Shizun, everyone in this town is a Yin Corpse, but we are out of ideas.”
Jian Xiuyun lowered his right hand that was on his neck, held Qinghan Sword tightly, and said, “It seems that we can only fight hard.”
“This disciple understands!” Lin Liaoting heard this, drew his sword, and rushed out.
These Yin Corpses were easier to kill than the Zhao couple, but they were troublesome. They had to cut off their limbs first and then behead them. In addition, their numbers were really large. Jian Xiuyun was injured again, and they were at a disadvantage for a while.
In less than two sticks of incense time, Jian Xiuyun felt that he couldn’t hold on any longer.
To kill the Yin Corpses, he must exert his spiritual power, and exerting spiritual power would speed up the flow of the corpse poison, which was simply a vicious cycle.
He felt his body getting weaker and weaker, and he could barely hold the sword.
Lin Liaoting also noticed it. While slicing off the head of a Yin Corpse, he asked, “Shizun, are you okay?”
Jian Xiuyun shook his head and said hoarsely, “I’m alright.”
With that said, he clenched Qinghan Sword again, forcibly increased his power, and continued to kill Yin Corpses.
After an unknown while of killing, Jian Xiuyun felt that the power he boosted was slowly numbing, but the corpses in front of him still poured in like a tide, rushing towards them in a steady stream.
The corpse poison in his body circulated faster and faster. Jian Xiuyun felt his vision blackening. He swayed for a moment, then fell backwards.
There was none of the pain he expected, but a warm embrace.
Jian Xiuyun’s vision had completely gone black and he couldn’t see the face of the person in front of him. He assumed it was Lin Liaoting. He struggled to stand up and said warmly, “It’s alright, I just feel dizzy.”
The man didn’t say a word, but merely held him in his arms, his hold gentle and firm.
Jian Xiuyun’s intuition was that something was amiss, so he tried his best to open his eyes.
The darkness in front of him finally dissipated a little, and he saw a young man.
His stature was tall, and Jian Xiuyun barely reached his chin. He wore a silver mask, his face could not be seen clearly, but it could be made out that it was fair and angular.
Jian Xiuyun relied on his many years of experience in reading faces and initially judged that he should be a person with a good appearance.
Although he didn’t know who he was, he gave off a familiar feeling.
“It’s over.” He lowered his head and whispered to Jian Xiuyun.
He’s back!
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How can he not recognize the person he’s been thinking about for years? Another minus point for Shizun.
Thank you for the chapter!
Aiya.. shizun, get better and get a good glimpse at your disciple!
Thank you for the update(ﾟ∀ﾟ 三 ﾟ∀ﾟ)!!