Refining Oneself Into A Corpse

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

The sounds of impact echoed continuously as the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil relentlessly bombarded the rock wall before him, seemingly tireless.

His hands had become flushed red from the blood rushing to them, and wisps of bloody mist emanated from them.

Initially, the rock wall remained unmoved, but gradually, ripples like water began to appear on its surface.

At that moment, the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil suddenly retreated a few steps, his body gradually turning red, and clumps of mist steamed from within him.

Clearly, the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil was preparing to unleash a formidable technique.

"Break for me!"

As soon as the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil finished speaking, his aura suddenly soared, evidently having activated some secret method to forcibly enhance his strength.

"Bang..."

"Crack... Crack..."

His fists slammed heavily onto the rock wall formed by the Rank Three Array Disc spiritual treasure, instantly covering it with cracks, shattering it like a mirror.

Then, it dissolved into specks of white light and dissipated.

After breaking through the defense, the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil didn't hesitate; his eyes scanned, immediately pinpointing Feng Liuchen's location.

He stomped the ground with his right foot, resolutely clenched his fist, and charged inside.

At that moment, Feng Liuchen was at a crucial point in his breakthrough, but he had to stop and defend against the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil's attack.

Just as the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil's fist was about to strike Feng Liuchen, a wall of sand appeared between them.

The Corpse-Smelling Old Devil's fist slammed into the sand wall, instantly turning it into flying sand that scattered everywhere, while Feng Liuchen had already left his original position, arriving at the cave entrance through the swirling sand.

He didn't choose to flee but looked expressionlessly at the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil, with streaks of green light appearing behind him one after another.

"Corpse-Smelling Old Devil, you're courting death!" Feng Liuchen naturally recognized the person before him, and he showed no mercy.

Seeing Feng Liuchen unleashing a powerful attack without a word, the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil didn't bother with pleasantries, only wanting to quickly leave the cave.

He took a step and shot out of the cave.

At that moment, the Hundred Herb Flying Daggers behind Feng Liuchen hadn't fully formed, but he couldn't care less.

He pointed sharply at the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil, and the Hundred Herb Flying Daggers that had already taken shape instantly shot out, while those that hadn't formed slowly dissipated.

"Junior, hand over the lotus seed, and I'll let you leave; otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy," the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil said to Feng Liuchen while dodging the Hundred Herb Flying Daggers, attempting to break Feng Liuchen's psychological defenses with words.

"Dream on!" Feng Liuchen's face was stern, his eyes burning with anger.

His breakthrough had been interrupted, and his spiritual power was now abnormally turbulent, with the risk of backlash if he wasn't careful; he had to act quickly.

Feng Liuchen thought about killing the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil here while also thinking about the Yin-Underworld Three-Colored Lotus and Chen Xing.

In his opinion, the current Corpse-Smelling Old Devil was definitely no match for him, as his cultivation had been crippled, and even if his physical strength could rival a Rank Three Peak, he himself had already stepped into Rank Four, just waiting for an opportunity to complete his transformation.

"Corpse-Smelling Old Devil, next year today will be your death anniversary; remember, the one who killed you is Feng Clan's Feng Liuchen!"

After Feng Liuchen finished speaking, the green light behind him intensified, and a series of Hundred Herb Flying Daggers condensed again; in front of him, walls of sand blocked the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil's path, layer upon layer.

The Corpse-Smelling Old Devil dodged a wave of attacks, and there were cuts on his body, but they were all minor injuries that didn't hinder his movements.

He looked at the sand wall in front of him and Feng Liuchen behind the sand wall, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"I thought he was just an ordinary Rank Three Spiritualist, but I didn't expect him to have already stepped into Rank Four; I was careless, failing to kill him with a single blow," the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil thought to himself.

"I wonder if he has already refined all the lotus seeds; I should find an opportunity to leave," the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil thought secretly.

"Junior, this old man surrenders; let me leave, and I guarantee I won't cause you any more trouble," the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil clenched his fists and shouted at Feng Liuchen.

As for the Feng Clan that Feng Liuchen mentioned, he already knew that what he said was true based on Feng Liuchen's attack style, as he had killed many Feng Clan members.

"You want to surrender now? It's too late; go to hell and repent," Feng Liuchen replied.

At that moment, the green light behind Feng Liuchen gradually thinned, and a series of green grass-leaf flying daggers slowly took shape, numbering over a hundred.

Seeing this, the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil was instantly terrified.

Immediately, he tapped several times on his body, and his entire body instantly turned extremely red, like a cooked shrimp.

A stream of heat emanated from his body, and even his surroundings condensed into bursts of water mist.

"You forced me to do this; die!" the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil shouted hoarsely, roaring in anger.

He took a sudden step, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked, with cracks spreading around like a spider web.

Then, with a fierce stomp, the ground was instantly covered with gravel, and the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil's body shot out at that moment.

His arms stretched forward, his fists clenched, and he slammed heavily into the sand wall.

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

One after another, the sand walls were broken through, turning into a sky full of flying sand.

Feng Liuchen's Hundred Herb Flying Daggers had also been completed at this moment; a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he pointed towards the attacking Corpse-Smelling Old Devil.

A cold voice rang out: "Go!"

"Swish... Swish... Swish..."

The Hundred Herb Flying Daggers behind Feng Liuchen moved at the sound, all firing together, crowding into this narrow cave, and shooting towards the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil.

Seeing this, the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil did not retreat.

He charged wildly through them, and instantly green and red intertwined, forming a beautiful and cruel scene.

The Hundred Herb Flying Daggers passed through the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil and struck the rock wall behind him; instantly, the cave was filled with bursts of smoke and dust.

Seeing this, Feng Liuchen retreated violently, leaving the cave entrance.

At the moment Feng Liuchen left, a cloud of smoke and dust rolled out.

He stood quietly at a distance of about two or three zhang from the cave entrance, watching the rolling smoke and dust at the cave entrance gradually dissipate, revealing a human figure.

At this moment, Feng Liuchen was gradually unable to suppress the spiritual power in his body; his face was flushed red, and his forehead was covered with sweat, but he knew that now was not the time to relax his vigilance.

The figure in the cave slowly walked out.

His body was covered by the smoke and dust, but blood still flowed down his body.

"Thud... Thud... Thud..."

With each step he took, he left a bloody footprint on the ground, and the blood splattering from the bottom of his feet left a long trail behind him.

Feng Liuchen stared blankly at the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil at the cave entrance.

He was no longer human; his body was a bloody mess, and the blood flowing out stuck the smoke and dust to his body, like a mud figure.

"Heh... Heh... Heh... Feng Clan, Feng Liuchen," the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil muttered softly, then raised his fist again, staggering towards Feng Liuchen.

Seeing this, a trace of unbearable pity flashed in Feng Liuchen's eyes, and wind spiritual power rose beneath his feet, dodging the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil's attack.

"Why?" Feng Liuchen asked in confusion.

Clearly, he was covered in wounds; clearly, he could no longer pose a threat to him; clearly, he was about to die.

Why did he still attack him?

"Heh... Heh... Why!? Because I want to live!"

"You people from family forces will never understand the helplessness of us rogue cultivators; we fight, snatch, kill, and commit arson to cultivate, and are despised by the world."

"Is this our fault? No! No! At the beginning of my cultivation, I also wanted to be a good person, I also wanted to cultivate and live happily, but this idea is a luxury for us ordinary cultivators."

"Most of the resources are in the hands of dynasties and families; if we want to obtain resources, we can only fight, snatch, fight, kill, and finally obtain a little bit of resources that flow from your fingers."

"Is it wrong for me to want to live? Is it wrong for me to want to cultivate with my talent?"

"It's not my fault, but this world, this man-eating world!"

The Corpse-Smelling Old Devil was nearing the end of his life, standing there roaring hoarsely, as if hating the injustice of the heavens.

He looked in the direction of Feng Liuchen, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his body fell heavily.

He died.

The Corpse-Smelling Old Devil, who was notorious in the outside world, finally died in this unknown and remote underground.

Feng Liuchen stayed in place, as if he hadn't recovered from the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil's words; he looked at the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil's body, a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

But he quickly strengthened his beliefs: "This cannot be a reason for you to do evil."

"Although I am a member of the Feng Clan and proud of the Feng surname, I am only a marginal figure in the Feng Clan, and the resources I get are pitiful."

"But I believe that with my own efforts, being an upright person, I can also move forward steadily on the road of cultivation!"

Feng Liuchen looked at the Corpse-Smelling Old Devil's body with a serious face, and said firmly.

"Is that so?" A hoarse voice sounded behind Feng Liuchen.

Feng Liuchen's face changed greatly, and he raised his hand to cast the Hundred Herb Flying Daggers.

Just as he was about to turn around to check.

"Puchi" sound.

A large hand pierced through his chest, blood spurting out, and the large hand held a still-beating heart.

At this moment, Feng Liuchen's attack also fell on Chen Xing, a series of green flying knives hit his hair, cutting off his hair, and then passing through his body, slowly disappearing.

At the wound, corpse gas filled the air, slowly recovering from the injury.

Feng Liuchen fell to the ground, he turned his head and saw Chen Xing.

"You... How is this possible?" The spiritualist's vitality is tenacious, and even if he loses his heart, he will not die immediately.

"Hehe, from the beginning, I was lying to you," Chen Xing came to Feng Liuchen step by step, looking at Feng Liuchen whose vitality was gradually losing, and said.

He stepped on Feng Liuchen's head and slowly exerted force.

"The Feng family will not let you go," Feng Liuchen left his last words.

"Puchi..." His head was crushed by Chen Xing.

Chen Xing seemed to be not addicted, and stepped on Feng Liuchen's head a few times, with a crazy smile on his face.

Looking at the blood and water mixture that was sticky with the ground, Chen Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the price you paid for controlling me during this time."