Refining Oneself Into A Corpse

Moonlight streamed through the collapsed ground, casting its glow upon Chen Xing. He felt an increasing chill, yet remained motionless.

A faint black mist began to emanate from Chen Xing's body, drifting towards the surrounding 'mountain of corpses'.

Upon contact, the black mist seeped into the corpses, causing a similar black mist to rise from them.

The black mist grew thicker, intensifying the cold Chen Xing felt.

He then heard the chattering of teeth, and after careful listening, realized it was coming from Chen Jiang's direction.

Chen Xing quickly called out, "Little Jiang, hold on!"

After a moment, Chen Jiang replied, "O…okay…"

The black mist thickened, some even attempting to penetrate their bodies, though not as easily as with the corpses.

Under the influence of the black mist, some corpses began to slowly disappear. As each corpse vanished, the mist grew denser, some even drifting outwards through the collapsed area.

Suddenly, Chen Xing felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, causing him to groan.

Chen Jiang's voice trembled as he asked, "Master…Master, are you…alright?"

"I'm fine," Chen Xing replied, enduring the pain.

Chen Xing knew this was only the beginning. As the Corpse Bone Yin Pearl burst within him, he would attract Yin energy into his body. If he could withstand it, anything was possible; if not, he would simply fade away.

With the Corpse Bone Yin Pearl's explosion, the Yin energy floating in the air seemed to find an opening, rushing towards Chen Xing.

As the Yin energy entered his body, Chen Xing felt his life slowly draining away. Initially, he was aware, but gradually his consciousness blurred, and control over his body waned.

Suddenly, a scream erupted from Chen Jiang's direction. Chen Xing's eyes snapped open, only to see Chen Jiang slowly turn into ashes, his blood-red Qi and blood merging with the black mist and flowing towards Chen Xing. The influx of Qi and blood-infused mist cleared Chen Xing's mind significantly.

In a short while, all the surrounding Yin energy had entered Chen Xing's body. The nearby mountains of corpses had vanished, leaving only ashes, with Chen Xing lying alone on the ground.

Chen Xing's skin was now a bluish-black, his flesh seemingly consumed, leaving his body gaunt and unrecognizable.

His hair had fallen out, and the skin on his face was as dry as old tree bark, the lines and wrinkles deeper than before. His eyes were tightly shut, and four fangs slowly protruded from the corners of his mouth, appearing terrifying in the moonlight.

Chen Xing felt a faint throbbing in his abdomen, a sign that the Yin energy was opening his Qi Sea. Only by successfully opening his Qi Sea could he embark on the path of cultivation.

At that moment, Chen Xing's mind was filled with a roar, and then he lost consciousness. His consciousness began to disperse throughout his body, as the blood Qi that had entered him converged. Chen Xing's transformation had begun.

Chen Xing's consciousness gradually spread throughout his body, but inevitably it was consumed during the process, unable to cover his entire body. At this time, wisps of blood Qi began to replenish the loss.

Within Chen Xing's consciousness were two orbs of light, one large and one small.

The instant the large orb sensed the small orb, it bared its fangs and claws and pounced. The small orb hid in a corner, trembling, and suddenly felt pain, letting out a silent scream. The scream echoed in the large orb's perception like thunder, stunning it for a moment, but ultimately desire overcame reason, and the large orb began to devour the small orb more eagerly.

The pain caused the small orb to instinctively resist, but it was too late. The small orb was no match for the large one and was gradually consumed.

Outside of his consciousness, Chen Xing's body began to emit soul fluctuations, his soul beginning to merge with his body.

The Qi Sea was opening within his body, and his soul was merging with his body, everything happening naturally.

From that point on, it was only a matter of time before Chen Xing embarked on the path of cultivation.

But the price was Chen Jiang's life.

……………………………………

Meanwhile, Scarface, who was nearing the city gate, felt uneasy. He cursed aloud, "Damn it, no, we should go back and kill those two idiots from the Chen family first. I definitely won't be able to play with Little Cui tonight; I'll have to wait until tomorrow."

Horseface, who was focused on the road, was startled by Scarface's outburst. After considering Scarface's words, Horseface agreed.

So, the two turned around and headed back towards the Burial Mound.

The full moon in the sky was gradually shifting westward.

Chen Xing's transformation had ended. The amiable old man had disappeared, replaced by a gaunt, blue-faced, fanged monster. The monster lay on the ground, basking in the moonlight, black mist swirling with each breath, instinctively cultivating.

Chen Xing's consciousness gradually awoke. He felt stiff and unable to control his body freely.

He tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't bend, forcing him to stand straight. He tried to reach out, but his arms wouldn't bend either, extending straight in front of him. He didn't care, because he knew what he would become.

He tried to open his eyes, but could only manage a slit, his vision blurry. He sniffed lightly, able to distinguish some things by scent.

His sense of smell had become sharper, his vision worse, and his hearing was gone, but he didn't care, because he was stronger than ever before. The black mist in his Qi Sea was his capital for rising, and his strong body was his aid. After more than a dozen years of planning, he had finally achieved his goal.

Next, he needed to familiarize himself with this body.

He suddenly leaped forward, a jump of two or three Zhang (6-9 meters). He was satisfied. He leaped several times to the earth wall, extended his arms, and thrust them into the wall. The wall was easily pierced with two arm-deep holes.

"I feel no pain," Chen Xing muttered.

Then, he turned in different directions and did it again.

"Roar…"

He roared at the sky, venting his inner emotions.

After venting for a while, Chen Xing felt tired, a deep soul-weariness. He instinctively stood in the moonlight, absorbing its essence.

The black mist in his body was also completely consumed after the outburst.

Burial Mound…

"Damn it, what was that sound?" Scarface cursed, looking around.

"What did you hear? I didn't hear anything," Horseface said, tilting his ear and listening for a while, his expression unpleasant.

Scarface stood and listened for a while, but heard nothing.

"Hallucination? It's all the fault of those two idiots from the Chen family. If I find them, I'll skin them alive!" Scarface clenched his fists and said fiercely.