Refining Oneself Into A Corpse

The next day.

The sky was as gloomy as water.

Chen Xing stood before the collapsed pit, his body completely enveloped in fine white fluff. A stream of energy wandered freely within him, bringing a sense of comfort and invigoration whenever it passed through any part of his body.

Chen Xing was convinced that as long as this energy spread throughout his body, he would be able to move freely as before.

"It seems the Burial Mound is still relatively safe. I can recuperate here for now and make further plans once I can move on my own," Chen Xing thought.

Now that he had no lifespan limit, he had plenty of time.

"Once I can move freely, I will look for subsequent cultivation methods," Chen Xing thought, feeling a wave of drowsiness.

Nowadays, he felt extremely mentally drained whenever he thought deeply, but he could recover with a sleep. It could be considered one of the downsides of becoming a zombie.

Subsequently, Chen Xing hid in the pit, waiting for the night to come.

The Burial Mound where he was now was extremely devoid of Yin energy because the corpses had been used for his corpse refinement array. Without a cultivation method, he could not autonomously absorb the surrounding Yin energy.

Now, he could only rely on instinct and the lunar Yin energy to cultivate, which was strongest at night.

Therefore, after becoming a zombie, his activity was limited to the pit and the ground around it, and no one had yet discovered his presence.

At the first quarter of Chen Shi.

"Bang! Bang, bang!"

A knock sounded on the door.

"Creak..."

The door opened.

"Captain Wang, your ordered breakfast has arrived. Please enjoy," a servant said, handing the package to Wang Tiezhi.

Wang Tiezhi casually took it, weighed it in his hand, and seemed quite satisfied with the weight.

"Alright, go back and tell Liu Longgang to be careful of the Black Wolf Gang's retaliation," Wang Tiezhi reminded before closing the courtyard gate.

It was normal for Wang Tiezhi, as a first-stage Spiritualist and a squad leader of the Azure-Clad Constables, to have his own courtyard in the city.

And Liu Longgang was naturally the bald-headed strongman from the Black Tiger Gang.

Entering the house, Wang Tiezhi opened the package. Golden ingots, gleaming with dazzling light, appeared before his eyes. He picked one up and squeezed it in his hand, sighing inwardly, "Not bad, this Liu Longgang is still so sensible."

Clearly, this was not the first time they had made such a transaction.

Subsequently, Wang Tiezhi hid the gold ingots and left the courtyard gate.

Meanwhile, the servant returned and told Liu Longgang everything he had seen and heard.

"Alright, you may leave," Liu Longgang waved his hand, and the servant excused himself.

"Hmph! This Wang Tiezhi is truly insatiable. He usually gets his tribute, but he still wants to take advantage of this opportunity to make a profit," Liu Longgang's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with angry fire.

The three Black Wolf Gang members causing trouble were insignificant to them, but Wang Tiezhi had caught them red-handed. Coupled with the law explicitly prohibiting private fights in Black Stone Town, he could only swallow this bitter pill.

However, this money was not spent in vain. At least the three Black Wolf Gang members who caused trouble would not survive.

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In the Black Stone Town, South City Government Office, two figures stood side by side.

"You two are here early!" Wang Tiezhi greeted the other two, while continuing to walk towards them.

These two were also squad leaders from the South City area, maintaining the security of different areas of the South City.

The three of them were here to report their missions to the South City Warden.

One of them was burly, his blue training uniform stretched taut, a spirit treasure—a Hundred-Forged Blade—at his waist. His gait was steady, making it clear that he was a formidable figure. This person was Wang Tiezhi.

The Hundred-Forged Blade was a treasure blade that was hard and somewhat flexible, made from a piece of refined iron that had been repeatedly shaped and tempered hundreds of times.

Next to Wang Tiezhi was Zhou Zhengyi, a slender, fair-skinned man. His hands were empty, and his waist lacked the usual constable's saber or chains. Instead, it was bare.

However, his footsteps were exceptionally light and nimble. With each step, it seemed as if air currents surged around his boots. Clearly, the boots he wore were no ordinary items but a spirit treasure—Light Spirit Boots.

The Light Spirit Boots could make a person as light as a swallow. Even without activating them, they provided excellent assistance.

The Zhou family was considered one of the leading and prestigious clans in Black Stone Town.

Next to Zhou Zhengyi was a tall, slender youth with wheat-colored skin.

He was named Sun Weiquan, and he wore a spirit treasure—a Body-Locking Chain—at his waist, which jingled as he walked, completely disregarding the feelings of others.

The Sun family was also a prominent family in Black Stone Town.

All three were in the early stage of the first-stage Spiritualist realm, and the spirit treasures they wore were also first-stage spirit treasures.

Under normal circumstances, a first-stage Spiritualist could only refine one first-stage spirit treasure, as their own spiritual power was limited. Too many spirit treasures might become a burden.

It was worth mentioning that spirit treasures were not classified in detail beyond the division between innate spirit treasures, acquired spirit treasures, or first-stage, second-stage... spirit treasures.

As the old saying goes, there are only useless Spiritualists, not useless spirit treasures.

The same spirit treasure might unleash different power in different hands.

Wang Tiezhi, Zhou Zhengyi, and Sun Weiquan had agreed to meet here. After a brief greeting, they headed towards the South City Government Office.

Passing the two soap-clothed guards who saluted, the three entered the South City Government Office, where they saw an exceptionally large courtyard.

On the left was a training ground, spacious and with many people practicing.

On the right was a rockery, with streams of water flowing slowly, adding some life to the courtyard.

In the middle was a martial stage, with various mundane weapons arranged on it. The three merely glanced at them before losing interest.

The three continued forward, and everyone they encountered treated them with respect, because they were Spiritualists, beings of high status.

Everyone present took pride in becoming a Spiritualist, and although they also had cultivation aptitude, becoming a Spiritualist was a long process.

Passing the martial stage and entering the hall behind it, they found someone who had been waiting for a long time.

"The three captains have arrived, you have been well, I have missed you for many days, we must have a good gathering another day!" The person said, rising to greet Wang Tiezhi and the others.

"Greetings, Steward Jin, Steward Jin is too kind," Wang Tiezhi and the others replied.

After some unavoidable pleasantries, the three finally took their seats.

"I wonder how the three of you have completed your missions? Warden Lu has been waiting for you for a long time," Steward Jin said, getting straight to the point.

The three exchanged glances imperceptibly. Then, Wang Tiezhi stood up, cupped his fist towards Steward Jin, and said, "Fortunately, I have not failed my mission!"

Then, he took out a thumb-sized, dark brown stone from his pocket. This stone was a first-stage spirit treasure—a Shadow Stone. The Shadow Stone recorded the mission they had completed this time.

Steward Jin took the Shadow Stone and said, "Wait a moment."

Then, he left through the side door.

The courtyard area behind the discussion hall was the area where Lu Chuan, the South City area's warden, lived and cultivated. Others were forbidden from entering without important business.

After a while, Steward Jin returned with a smile, clearly indicating that Warden Lu was very satisfied with the three's performance on this mission.

"This mission has been successfully completed. The three of you have worked hard. This is Warden Lu's reward for you."

As Steward Jin spoke, he took out a small cloth bag and poured out nine fluorescent stones.

The stones were not large, uniform in shape, and about the size of a green date. These were the common currency for cultivators—Spirit Stones.

Spirit Stones could be used as currency by cultivators, and cultivators could also absorb the spiritual energy inside to cultivate. They were indispensable for cultivators.

That small Spirit Stone was worth as much as three days of sleepless hard work for Wang Tiezhi and the others.

Upon seeing the Spirit Stones, the three's eyes lit up, and they thanked Steward Jin repeatedly, each putting the Spirit Stones into their pockets and securing them.

"In that case, we will not disturb Steward Jin. Farewell!"

The three left with smiles.

Steward Jin watched the three leave and returned to the courtyard behind the discussion hall.

In a pavilion, a middle-aged man sat, sipping the slightly warm tea in his hand, playing with a thumb-sized, dark brown stone.

His expression was calm, and he could not tell whether he was happy or sad.

"Warden, they have left," Steward Jin came to the outside of the pavilion.

"Yes, I will be leaving for a few days. If the Black Wolf Gang and the Black Tiger Gang send people here these days, you can hold them off for me first. Everything will wait until I return," Lu Chuan said, nodding slightly, and then drank the tea in one gulp.

"Is Warden going to the main government office?" Steward Jin came to the pavilion and poured a cup of tea for Lu Chuan.

"That's right, I will stay there for three days at most before returning," Lu Chuan nodded, then stood up, apparently wanting to leave now.

"Warden, this one has something I don't understand, and I would like the Warden to explain it," Steward Jin said, looking at the Shadow Stone in Lu Chuan's hand.

"What is it?" Lu Chuan looked at Steward Jin.

"I don't know why the Head Warden has been paying attention to the former Burial Mound. Is it because he is afraid that zombies will be born inside?" Steward Jin asked with a puzzled expression.

Lu Chuan frowned slightly and said in a heavy tone: "Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing for you. Do your own thing, don't say too much, don't ask too much, you are still easy to use, I don't want to change a steward."

Hearing this, Steward Jin quickly knelt down on both knees and begged for mercy: "This subordinate knows his mistake, please spare my life, Warden."

"Get up, only this once, don't make it again," Lu Chuan finished speaking, and the person had disappeared.

Steward Jin stood up, trembling, holding on to the stool, and looked in the direction where Lu Chuan disappeared. He secretly vowed in his heart that from now on, he must be cautious in his words and deeds.

Lu Chuan left the government office in the South City area. He did not alarm others. He just sped all the way towards the central government office in Black Stone Town.

There lived the highest authority in Black Stone Town—Head Warden Feng Liuhen.

Suddenly, Lu Chuan felt a chill coming over him. He stopped and looked up at the sky.

Flurries of snowflakes fell with the wind, and the wind blew, dyeing a white.

"It's snowing."

Lu Chuan stretched out his hand, and the snow melted in his hand in an instant.

Afterwards, Lu Chuan was not in a hurry. He just walked towards the central government office step by step, leaving a long footprint in the snow. After a while, the footprint was buried by the snow.

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