Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Today happened to be the time to pay the monthly salary. After handing the decomposed corpse to Yuan Cheng, Song Wen received a monthly salary of thirty spirit stones.

In the past year and a half, Song Wen has not dared to relax in his cultivation. Two months ago, he successfully advanced to the sixth level of Qi training. After that, his corpse transformation gradually became serious.

After advancing to the sixth level of Qi training, Song Wen also controlled his exposed aura to the fourth level of Qi training.

It took nearly two and a half years to reach the middle stage of Qi training. This is considered an upper-middle level among the outer disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect. If you are lucky, you may have the opportunity to advance to the late stage of Qi training and become an inner disciple within six years of entering the sect.

After breaking through to the middle stage of Qi training, his salary was also improved, with ten more spiritual stones every month.

When Song Wen left the corpse cave, he asked Yuan Cheng for a month's leave. He needed time to deal with the problem of corpse transformation.

Yuan Cheng readily agreed, but in his heart, he did not think that Song Wen would appear alive in the Corpse Demon Cave after one month, and there was a high probability that he would never return.

In the past, most of the crazy corpse dissectors in the corpse cave would choose to go out to look for opportunities when facing a mental breakdown, but only one out of ten people who actually came back alive and solved their mental problems.

They may die in various crises in search of opportunities, or their minds may collapse and completely turn into zombies. Some may even be killed by their relatives or fellow sect members, becoming opportunities for others.

Song Wen returned to the cave, disguised himself, packed some things, and went straight to Fangshi.

On the way to Fangshi, Song Wen found a hidden corner where there was no one around, and removed the physical body's cover of his cultivation aura, fully revealing the aura of his sixth level of Qi training.

At this time, he had turned into a pale-faced young casual cultivator.

After looking himself up and down, Song Wen felt that it was not safe enough, so he took out his cloak to cover himself up, put on a ghost-headed mask with red eyebrows and fangs, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Arriving at Fangshi, Song Wen entered an inn, walked through the inn lobby, and came to a thatched house in the backyard of the inn.

After showing a wooden token to the guard in front of the thatched hut, he was allowed to pass.

Entering the thatched house, the first thing you see is a narrow staircase leading to the ground. Go down the steps, and after walking for tens of meters, your eyes finally become clear.

An underground hall with a width of several acres appeared in front of us. There were many small caves scattered around the hall.

There are many monks coming and going in the hall, including casual cultivators and disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect. Most of them cover up their appearance. Even though Song Wen is wearing a cloak and a ghost mask on his face, he doesn't look out of place here at all.

This is an underground ghost market for monks created by a certain Jindan ancestor of the Corpse Demon Sect.

Here, monks can trade the cultivation resources they want and buy some information.

But in this kind of ghost market where monks trade directly, there is no guarantee of the authenticity of goods and information. The authenticity is entirely up to the monks to judge.

In the center of the hall, there is a circular counter with several old men sitting at the counter. They are the managers of this ghost market. Their main role is to facilitate transactions between monks and collect and exchange information. They are a bit like Yaren in the secular world.

Song Wen walked up to an old man and showed the wooden token again.

After taking a look at the numbers engraved on the wooden sign, the old man walked out of the counter and led Song Wen to one of the caves at the edge of the hall.

More than a month ago, Song Wen was able to enter this underground ghost market through the introduction of the stall owner, Brother Xu.

He spent a hundred spirit stones to purchase information about Kongchanmu from the old man.

According to intelligence, a monk saw traces of the empty cicada tree in an underground cave in the ancient battlefield of good and evil. However, the empty cicada tree was guarded by powerful resentful ghosts, and no one successfully retrieved the empty cicada tree.

It is said that the ancient battlefield was tens of thousands of years ago, when the right and evil sides fought a battle. The evil monks were unable to defeat them. In order to reverse the situation of the war, they plundered countless mortals, used mortal flesh and souls to set up a blood god formation, and killed a large number of right monks here.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and it has long been impossible to verify what happened in the first place.

But the numerous bones buried in the ancient battlefield, the ghosts floating around, the wandering corpses everywhere, and the lingering corpse and yin energy all year round, all illustrate the tragedy of the war that year.

Although the ancient battlefield is dangerous, there are many treasures and secrets hidden within it.

Sometimes monks found fragments of powerful magic weapons left over from the war, and some also found techniques. Some unique elixirs also grow in the caves of the ancient battlefield.

This caused many monks to go looking for opportunities, but they were basically monks in the Qi training stage.

The ancient battlefield has been searched countless times by predecessors, and the truly powerful magic weapons and techniques have long been taken away by predecessors. Most of what is left behind is something that others look down upon.

The purpose of Song Wen's trip was to join an adventuring team going to the cave and wait for an opportunity to obtain the empty cicada tree.

This is also the reason why Song Wen wants to expose all his cultivation base. His cultivation level is not high to begin with. If he still hides his cultivation base, he will easily be looked down upon by these life-hungry people who lick blood from the tip of a knife, which will bring him serious consequences. unnecessary trouble.

The old man took Song Wen to the entrance of the cave, then turned and left.

Song Wen entered the cave alone.

In the cave, there were already three men and one woman, four people inside.

Seeing Song Wen come in, a middle-aged male cultivator with a strong ghost spirit said.

"Are you the fellow Taoist with the flying boat?"

Song Wen nodded but did not speak.

After receiving a positive answer, the middle-aged male cultivator said again.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's introduce ourselves."

At this time, a burly man next to him stared at Song Wen and said in a bad tone.

"Wait a minute, I, Niu Ding, never go with guys who hide their heads and show their tails. People like them like to play tricks on people behind their backs."

When Song Wen heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he thought to himself: This Niu Ding is quite accurate at judging people.

Immediately, Song Wen took off his mask and cloak, revealing the pale young monk's face.

Seeing Song Wen being so cooperative, the unhappy look on Niu Ding's face disappeared, he said.

"My name is Niu Ding, and I am at the seventh level of Qi training."

The middle-aged male cultivator said, "Xuan Ye, seventh level of Qi training."

Song Wendao said, "Guo Tao, practice the sixth level of Qi."

Song Wen said the pseudonym "Guo Tao" without hesitation. In fact, the names others gave may not necessarily be their real names. Among the demonic monks, a few would use their real names.

At this time, only the man and woman had not introduced themselves.

Unlike others who intentionally distance themselves from others, these two people stand very close to each other. It is obvious that they are familiar with each other, and they are familiar with each other and trust each other.

The man looked ordinary, the kind you wouldn't find if you were thrown into the crowd.

The woman was slim and slim, with an outstanding appearance, and her body was full of the mature flavor of a young woman. However, this woman's face had a cold expression, as if she was far away from anyone.

The man glanced at the woman and saw that she had no intention of speaking, so he spoke.

"My name is Lao Chun, I am at the sixth level of Qi training."

He pointed at the young woman and said, "This is my senior sister, in purple clothes, at the seventh level of Qi training."