My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 840 - 515: Shocking Upheaval in Corpse Valley

This house looks like a shrine or a temple; inside, there's a small altar placed slantingly, its bronze lamp stand covered in patina, and cobwebs filling the corners. In the dim light, Wei Wuque was amazed to find intricate carvings on the altar, along with numerous tiny bronze figures.

Upon looking up again, he noticed murals on both sides. Although the paint had long chipped away, the dominant colors were still discernible: black, red, and gold. In the clouds and thunder patterns, an extraordinary scene unfolded with feathered men controlling soldiers, filled with the clamor of warhorses and weapons—it seemed like an extremely bloody battlefield painting.

"How are there words here?" Ruo Shu asked, puzzled.

Wei Wuque stepped up to look and discovered that on the column where Ruo Shu was standing, there was text and illustrations, "Is it... seal script?"

"Seal script?" Ruo Shu said, surprised.

At this time, the spy outside entered and reported, "Master, those soldiers have entered a certain building and haven't come out yet."

"What are they searching for?"

Wei Wuque couldn't help but wonder. Based on the intelligence reports he received, it was correct that the White Lotus Sect pressed near Wuchang City a month ago, but they had long since withdrawn; could it be they're hunting down remnants? Unless the White Lotus Sect were madmen, they'd be unlikely to hide in such a ghostly place.

Wei Wuque felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

He first called the Taoist spy to come and decipher the words, then stepped out of the door, gazing into the distance.

The fog was thicker than before, seemingly draped in layer upon layer of thick veil, so far only abrupt branches extended into view.

Swoosh.

Cold winds swept through, carrying whirring sounds. Inside the fog, shadows flickered as the ground of the valley suddenly began to tremble slightly.

Click.

Wei Wuque looked down in shock and saw a hand suddenly appear around his ankle.

Then, a dead man with a grey face and clad in iron armor broke through the ground from beneath his feet!

Wei Wuque, horrified, instinctively struck an open palm as the dead man's features momentarily twisted into a ferocious grimace, releasing his ankle. Wei Wuque used the momentum to kick; the bright blade emerged from his waist in mid-air, and the rotten head took flight, spewing forth not blood but thick miasma.

Looking back, shadows flickered in the fog, appearing as a large crowd of figures surging from the valley, moving closer and closer like waves blown by the wind.

Ruo Shu and the Taoist spy dashed out from the house,

"What's going on?"

"Corpse People! They're all Corpse People here!"

Wei Wuque shouted, as unexpectedly, the ground continuously shook. Then the soil slowly crumbled away, revealing one corpse after another, either desiccated or skeletal, crawling out of the earth with hollow eyes and decaying flesh, while the mist roiled like hot knives slicing through butter.

As if awakened from ancient times and unable to adapt, the Corpse People paused for a moment, then collectively let out eerie howls, charging at the living beings on the field.

Clang.

Ruo Shu's long sword cut cold glints under the moonlight, cleaving three incoming Corpse People in half, exploding miasma like a blooming flower.

The Taoist spy threw eight talismans with a flick of his hand, the yellow paper igniting mid-air into a wall of fire, temporarily holding back the surrounding horde of Corpse People.

"This is a Nine Yin Corpse Cultivation ground!" The Taoist's voice trembled, Peach Wood Sword lifting a scoop of soil, dark red blood seeping out, "The entire valley is a corpse nest!"

Wei Wuque suddenly groaned and knelt down, the blue-black pattern emerging at the ankle that had been grabbed earlier. As the Taoist spy tore open his pants, they saw something writhing beneath the skin. Without hesitation, he bit his fingertip and used a silver needle to prick the Zu San Li acupoint: "The miasma has entered your pulse, Master, hold your breath!"

When the silver needle pierced, foul black blood spilled out, causing wild grass to instantly wither where it landed.

The ground cracked like a spreading web, and over a dozen ancient corpse soldiers broke through the earth, their armor inscribed with intricate patterns, carrying old banners, the torn flags exuding a strong, ominous aura, making one's hair stand on end.

Ruo Shu agilely leapt like a cunning rabbit or fox, landing in front of a corpse soldier, spun the long sword, delivering a heavy chop, but the sword edge bounced heavily against the mottled iron armor. Surprised, yet quick to react, she tilted the sword forward, gouging the unprotected neck, while swiftly dodging away as neighboring corpse soldiers raised spears to stab her.

The corpse soldier instantly fell dead to the ground. Ruo Shu retreated repeatedly, hearing the sound of whooshing arrows behind her as the spies used hand crossbows to counter with scattered volleys.

"These armors... are strange." Ruo Shu recalled the sensation when struck the armor.

Under the chilling moonlight, the iron armor was as black as ink, etched with intricate and arcane patterns, pressing forward like a mountain range. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

She was already a Fourth Rank Martial Artist, with power nearing thousands of pounds at full strength, yet unable to cleave through such armor with a single strike.

Wei Wuque held his breath to detoxify, looking up to see more and more Corpse People gathering. If they stayed here, a Martial Artist's energy would stream through their body without air exchange, leaving them to likely perish from exhaustion!

"There's no way out..."

Even as the spies continuously shot arrows to counter, their efficacy was limited, and with the Corpse People advancing fiercely, the few against many, they wouldn't hold out in place for long.

"Over there!"

Ruo Shu shouted loudly, and upon looking in the direction, a bronze war chariot surged forward, the corpse horse breathing miasma with a sound like thunder, upon which sat a tower-like corpse general, banners waving, the gunpoint still bound with half a broken bronze chain.

No sooner said than done, before Wei Wuque had decided, Ruo Shu had already shot out like a cannonball, feet tapping rapidly, followed by the sword slicing through the air, directly confronting the corpse general.

The great spear swept horizontally, a sudden gust rising, as Ruo Shu deftly flipped, bracing herself with one hand on the chariot, withdrawing her sword and simultaneously delivering a heavy kick to the corpse general, causing its tower-like frame to reverberate like ripples across a lake, before erupting in fury, wielding the spear with both hands, slamming it down with force intending to crush Ruo Shu's head into a pulp.