I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 213 - 125: The Celestial Corpse_2

The Yin evil object is the favorite fuel of the Yin-Burning Fire. The heavier the Yin energy, the fiercer the burn when ignited.

The Iron Coffin felt threatened and immediately shouted to stop.

"Wait! Fellow Daoist, please do not act rashly. If there are any conditions, we can negotiate them properly!"

Xu Qing suddenly put away the Yin-Burning Fire, but it was not because of what the other said, but because he felt the fluctuation of the Sutra of Salvation.

He almost forgot, the Corpse Infant in his hand was still a corpse.

Putting away the Yin-Burning Fire, Xu Qing instead took out the Guardian Sword and, in front of the Iron Coffin, placed the sword tip against the Corpse Infant’s heart.

"What exactly must I do for you to cease?"

Xu Qing abruptly raised his head, staring directly at the Iron Coffin.

"When you incited the monks and nuns of the Child-Giving Temple to harm those women and infants, did you ever ask them what they must do for you to stop?"

As he spoke, the Guardian Sword in Xu Qing’s hand had already pierced through the Corpse Infant’s body.

The dark purple infant blood sprayed, and a wail came from the distance. The temple priest, upon seeing this scene, fainted on the spot.

At this moment, an angry roar erupted from the Iron Coffin, and the heavy iron lid shot out, smashing towards Xu Qing.

The iron coffin lid was over a thousand pounds. For an ordinary person, a mere brush would mean death; who would dare to take it head-on?

But was Xu Qing an ordinary person! Seeing the coffin lid flying over, Xu Qing did not dodge or evade; he simply lifted his foot and kicked it.

With a resounding clang akin to a bell tolling, a deep, four-fingered indentation appeared in the middle of the coffin lid.

The iron lid then shot back towards the dark Iron Coffin with a speed even faster than before.

From within the Iron Coffin emerged a corpse dressed in Divine Robe and Divine Hat, resembling a shaman.

The corpse’s eyes were tightly shut, and its skin, although shriveled, shone with a metallic luster like a newly polished bronze piece.

As the coffin lid flew over, the dried corpse swiftly sidestepped, then sprang forward like a launched iron pill, appearing instantly before Xu Qing.

The shriveled fist, with its clear bone knuckles and veins, struck fiercely at Xu Qing. Unperturbed, Xu Qing sank his body, raising the fist with the Vajra Claw Tiger to meet it.

With a sharp cracking sound.

The fist of the dried corpse, as tough as copper or iron, cracked like porcelain.

Xu Qing felt a numbing sensation from the impact, a bit surprised in his heart.

It was the first time he had encountered a physical opponent so tough.

Just in terms of physical strength, it at least matched the level of an Iron Armored Corpse, or even slightly higher.

What kind of corpse was this? Copper Armored Corpse?

Xu Qing wondered, you could say it was a zombie, but the other didn’t have much corpse energy; instead, it had a strong medicinal scent. You could also say it wasn’t a zombie, but it was clearly not a living person either.

The dried corpse was equally astonished; its body was forged with secret techniques, an ordinary person couldn’t withstand it, and even a treasure sword that could cut through iron like mud might not break its defense.

"Are you perhaps a Horizontal Martial Artist at the Grandmaster Realm?"

Seeing the Finger Tiger on Xu Qing’s hand, the dried corpse was slightly fearful.

Out of the corner of his eye, Xu Qing noticed the appearance of a black cat behind the dried corpse. He relaxed slightly and started conversing with the dried corpse.

"I’m not some crude Martial Artist; I’m just a Corpse Driver. Not good at fighting people, only at handling corpses."

"Collecting corpses, digging graves, burying corpses, that’s my specialty..."

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell you, I’m also the Sect Leader of the Cat Immortal Hall. I’m here to eradicate this wicked shrine and spread the renown of my Cat Immortal Sect across Jin Sect..."

Xu Qing’s words left the dried corpse bewildered. He couldn’t connect the youth in the red wedding robe with a Corpse Driver or Cat Immortal Hall, none of it made any sense!

"Corpse Driver, Cat Immortal Sect..."

While the dried corpse was silent, the black crow in the sky also did not remain idle, nervously watching Xuan Yu sneak up on the dried corpse, continuously making raucous noises to cover the sound.

At a certain moment, black light erupted from the ruins, and Xuan Yu, positioned about ten feet behind the dried corpse, suddenly pounced, shredding the air with phantom cat claws, tearing through the stalemate. The dried corpse tried to turn its head and raise its arm to block, but the black light reached its neck first.

Black mist with demonic energy hit the dried corpse, and its neck was slashed deeply by the cat claws.

Although it wasn’t a living person, if it were, this strike alone meant certain death.

As the dried corpse recovered, the black cat had already retreated ten steps away.

Simultaneously, there was another sound of something cutting through the air beside the dried corpse.

Xu Qing had taken the opportunity to charge at the dried corpse, while Xuan Yu distracted it.

Earlier, the dried corpse had punched him as it flew out of the coffin, now it was time to reverse the situation.

The force unleashed by the Silver Armored Corpse was incredibly powerful, Xu Qing’s fist barely touched the dried corpse’s head before half of its skull was shattered.

"You cannot kill me, I am already dead. As long as my soul remains, I will not die!"

"Dead? You say you are dead?"

Xu Qing approached the dried corpse, keenly observing it.

"If you say so, then I will not be courteous."

White, untouchable light streamed from the dried corpse, Xu Qing quickly pressed his hand against its body.

The pages of the Sutra of Salvation turned rapidly, verses appearing in both their minds.

The white light attempting to leave the dried corpse seemed to be pulled back by an irresistible force, shrinking back into the corpse within moments.

"You..."

The dried corpse’s eyes snapped open, their semi-dry, semi-wet state extremely terrifying.

But it only managed to say one word before becoming utterly motionless.

Like a living person turning into a clay figure, its life was eternally paused in that moment.

The pages of the Sutra of Salvation kept turning, Xu Qing observing the dried corpse’s memories.

This corpse was indeed unusual, its life tracing back over four hundred years.

The corpse was originally a Witch from Taodu Mountain in the Shu Region, with over three hundred years of cultivation, his Dao had already reached a turning point at five hundred years.

To avoid calamities on the path of cultivation, the Great Witch began preparing to avoid the disaster.

Why avoid and not resist? Because the Great Witch knew his Divine Techniques were insufficient, and he had accrued too much bad karma without any Yin virtue. If the Celestial Thunder struck, he would surely die.

To deceive Heaven, the Great Witch came to Jin Sect to find the Yin Corpse Sect, trading a great treasure for the Medicated Corpse Technique.

Medicated Corpse involved ingesting various decoctions and elixir pills brewed through secret techniques while alive to create a body of medicine.

During the process, the medicated person could not eat or drink any grain or water. The longer they survived, the higher the grade of the Medicated Corpse.

Some millennia-old incorruptible bodies were created using this technique, though most only reached the level of a novice Pharmacist, surviving only forty-nine days in the medicated state.

The Medicinal Corpse Xu Qing was assisting had survived a full five years before death!

But that wasn’t the Great Witch’s limit; he ended his life prematurely because the celestial catastrophe was imminent.

Living people say debts end with death, the Celestial Thunder was the same.

After the Great Witch’s death, the calamity naturally dissipated.

But the Great Witch had one last trick; his Divine Soul did not disperse.

Since then, the Great Witch attached his soul to the Medicinal Corpse, seeking a way to ’reincarnate’.

Although Medicinal Corpses do not decay, their bodily structure was irreparably damaged by the medication, and the Great Witch’s Divine Soul couldn’t use the body to continue cultivation. With time, only destruction awaited him.

To obtain a body fully compatible with his soul, the Great Witch pretended to be a descended deity, deceiving and seducing young nuns from Hongxing Temple to conceive a child.

Ghosts mating with humans could give birth to Ghost Infants. The Great Witch’s body was ruined by drugs, to find a body fully matching his soul, mating with a nun’s Divine Soul was the only way.

Solitary yang doesn’t grow, solitary yin doesn’t thrive.

The Divine Soul is a Yin attribute, a nun bears a Yin essence body, without a trace of yang energy, how could the infant grow?

After the Ghost Infant’s birth, the Witch started deceiving the nun, first making her expose Hongxing Temple’s scandals to the noble families. Then, when the government investigated, she played the savior, leading the nuns to Xijing Mountain, disguising her identity with the Child-Giving Temple.

Then came the Mother of the Sacred Infant, aiming to use living infants to resurrect her child.

But the old nun of the Child-Giving Temple did not know, the Witch’s intent wasn’t to revive the child but to create a suitable vessel for his soul, nothing more.

With the final scenes, the Sutra of Salvation offered rewards.

An inferior heaven-grade Heaven Concealing Skill, a superior earth-grade Yin Pupil Technique, and a superior human-grade Medicated Corpse Technique...

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