Fantasy: I Become A Saint By Burning Corpses

In this era when people are struggling to survive, the bark and grass roots have been eaten up, let alone any magic medicine.

Even during the Taiping years, elixirs were rare.

A plant actually ran out of the magic gate. You can imagine how excited the middle-aged man was.

"Sir, do we want to take action?"

the guy asked expectantly.

"Forget it, spiritual ginseng is a psychic, who knows where it went."

"We have limited manpower here and we have tasks to do, so we don't want to cause unnecessary complications."

The middle-aged man weighed it again and again and had no choice but to give up.

Although spiritual ginseng is good, you can’t put the cart before the horse.

If the tasks assigned by the superiors are delayed, even obtaining ten spiritual ginseng plants cannot make up for it.

...

Half a month passed in a flash.

Li spent a very peaceful night. During this period, he went down the mountain to visit Zhou Bao who was recovering from his injuries.

Although he is skinny, he is in very good health and is recovering well.

Moreover, Zhou Bao sent people to buy a batch of goods from other places and was taking action.

"There's not even a single murderous corpse. If this continues, I'm going to starve to death."

Li Ye complained.

The corpses sent in the past half month only showed signs of corpse transformation, and none of them had completed the mutation.

This resulted in Li Ye's limited cultivation.

So far, his strength is 21,000 kilograms, and his strength and skill have only increased by 800 kilograms in half a month. This is even counting the results of Li Ye's hard work day and night on the "Nine Heavens Red Thunder Technique".

As Li Ye became stronger and stronger, he could hardly feel any increase in the 800 kilograms of strength.

Every time Li Ye breaks through a level, he needs more and more cultivation.

At this time, Li Ye couldn't help but think of the boss of Yajixuan he saw on the street that day, the spy of the Kingdom of Jin.

When will we find a way to kill him?

To Li Ye, those masters from the Great Jin Kingdom were as alluring as walking humanoid herbs.

Thinking about it all the time.

...

Yajixuan:

Ah Da saw the middle-aged man covering his neck and said in surprise: "Sir, do you feel cold in your neck again?"

The middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly.

Yes, he felt a coldness in his neck for no reason again, as if a knife was hanging from his neck, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

The middle-aged man wondered if there was something wrong with his practice these days.

But no.

He kept looking for the reason, but he had no clue.

"Am I being cursed from afar?"

The middle-aged man guessed.

...

Afternoon, the office hall of the Corpse Refinery:

The deacon in yellow robe turned his back to everyone, full of aura.

Wu Qing and other responsible persons stood obediently on both sides, not daring to express their anger.

"Let's draw lots."

The deacon said calmly.

With a wave of his hand, someone below appeared with a tray on which was a yellow tea cup.

The person in charge of Courtyard No. 1 was about to step forward, thought for a while and said: "This matter is not trivial. I don't think we should waste time. Let Lao Wu come directly."

People were stunned for a moment, and then they understood what the person in charge of Courtyard No. 1 meant.

They all expressed their agreement.

"It makes sense, Lao Wu, you go first."

"That's right, we are all redundant."

"I admire Old Wu's thousands of skills."

People say no!

Wu Qing's nose was almost crooked with anger.

Are these bastards so sure that they will win?

There is no reason for this.

Seeing the suddenly lively atmosphere, the deacon turned around with great interest and said to Wu Qing with a smile: "Old Wu, time is pressing, don't be modest, you should come first."

Master Butler, do you think so too?

Lao Wu felt like an arrow had been shot into his heart, which broke his heart.

"Okay, but I think it's a waste of time."

Wu Qing expressed confidently, then strode forward, opened the lid of the cup with one hand, and reached in to pinch the paper ball with the other hand.

People cast curious glances one after another.

The deacon, who had always been serious about his words, couldn't help but stretch his head forward at this moment.

Wu Qing stirred his fingers in the tea cup, selecting this picture now, then that one, always feeling awkward, and kept changing.

Just this one!

Wu Qing's eyes lit up. Well, this feels right.

He ultimately made the right choice.

"Old Wu, open it quickly."

"Yes, yes, let us see your thousands of skills."

"Old Wu will not let us down."

Everyone urged.

The deacon was also smiling on the side.

Wu Qing was so angry that he yelled: "Qian Shu, your uncle."

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly..."

Wu Qingxin hesitated, and simply turned the paper ball to everyone, with his back to himself, and slowly unfolded it.

Halfway through, the scene suddenly became quiet.

After everything was unfolded, the sound of air-conditioning filled the hall.

What happened to these guys? They turned into stone men?

"It seems that I have disappointed you all. I'm really sorry."

Wu Qing realized something, laughed loudly, turned the paper over to face himself, and checked the results for himself.

Then, his eyes widened.

There was a shallow line clearly drawn on the paper.

I fucking...

Bang bang bang!

The crowd applauded.

"What an eye-opener."

"Old Wu, I am completely convinced by you."

"Old Wu, do you really have no grudge against your corpse-burner?"

people joked.

When the results came out, the deacon announced on the spot: "Yard No. 3, with roast chicken."

Then he said to Old Wu: "Old Wu, Qian Shu is good."

Wu Qing stood there blankly, with a look of despair on his face.

...

In the evening, Li Ye opened the door, and there was a roast chicken and a pot of wine at the door.

Oh, after so many days, it’s finally here.

Li Ye was extremely excited, picked up the roast chicken and Nuer Hong and walked in.

Then he ate and drank.

After half a month of chewing on the cornstarch, the bird almost disappeared from his mouth.

While eating, Li Ye found a note hidden in the belly of the chicken.

So, he took it out and unfolded it calmly.

By now, Li Ye was no longer afraid of any vicious corpses.

Not to mention the vicious corpse, even a corpse cultivator can slap it into the crematorium with one palm.

Deceased: Jun Wuye, a genius disciple of the Demon Sect.

Cultivation: Eighth level of Qi gathering.

Kung Fu: Demonic Wrath Mind Technique

Jun Wuye has a perverse personality, strong strength, ruthless behavior, and will definitely retaliate.

Died at noon.

It is already transforming into a corpse, so be careful.

The information on this note is quite detailed.

Although Li Ye was absolutely confident, he was still slightly surprised after reading it.

Magic genius?

Why did he die near Shenyin Sect?

Due to the character of the people of the Demon Sect and the skills they practice, every member of the Demon Sect will almost 100% transform into a corpse after death.

Because their personalities and behaviors are often very extreme, and their skills are also very extreme.

It's just that the people of the Demon Sect have always been invisible, rarely showing their whereabouts.

Even the Shenyin Sect doesn’t know their headquarters.

It is rumored that the headquarters of the Demon Sect is in the Western Region, but its disciples are all over the world. Every few years, decent people with lofty ideals will go down to hunt down the evildoers of the Demon Sect.

But over the years, they have never been killed or killed.

After each major annihilation, the other party will appear again within a short period of time.

"Is there a Demon Sect stronghold near Shenyin Sect?"

Li Ye was suspicious.

...

A moment later, the Corpse Cremation Hall:

Li Ye looked at the bloody corpse on the stretcher and stepped forward with interest.

His eyes had already faintly seen the dense red hair that seemed to be covered under the shroud.

The corpse in front of me is dangerous, very dangerous.

Li Ye thought for a while, paused, and with a thought in his heart, he offered the Star Bead.

Block out all sounds in the room.

Then it was time to lift the shroud.

Roar!

Suddenly, the shroud suddenly floated up, a strong wind spread across it, and a loud roar resounded.

Li Ye seemed to be on guard, turning his body slightly to one side to avoid the incoming shroud.

Turning around, he saw that the body on the stretcher had stood up and was half-kneeling there. The clothes on the corpse were torn apart by the corpse energy that permeated the body, revealing a layer of red hair more than ten centimeters long...