Refining Oneself Into A Corpse

Blackstone Town, the central government office, in an underground secret chamber.

The secret chamber is very spacious.

Two figures stood within, surrounded by silence. A bright stone inlaid on one side cast their shadows long and narrow.

One of them was Lu Chuan.

The other was a handsome young man. He stared at the stone wall in front, where images flickered. He watched intently, his eyes gleaming with a faint light, as if afraid of missing something.

This man was named Feng Liuhen, a member of the Feng family, and the current chief constable of Blackstone Town.

After a moment, he came back to his senses, stopping the flow of spiritual power into the memory stone. The images on the wall disappeared.

At this moment, fine cracks had appeared on the memory stone in his hand. It was believed that after watching the images on it a few more times, this memory stone would be rendered useless.

“Although this old burial ground has long been abandoned, the yin energy inside is still extremely dense. Just now, I used my Yin-Piercing Eyes to observe the flow of yin energy inside, and found nothing unusual.”

“If I hadn’t been tied up with something else recently, I wouldn’t have entrusted this matter to you.”

“You’ve done well on this mission. You can go to the Spirit Treasure Cave in the government office and choose a spirit treasure as promised.”

“You are now at the second level of cultivation. The spirit treasures in the treasure cave of Blackstone Town are only up to the third level, and there are not many of them. I think you already know this. As for which spirit treasure to choose, I think you already have an idea.”

The young man rubbed his tired eyes and spoke.

His voice was soft, but it sounded like a spring thunder in Lu Chuan's ears, giving people infinite vitality.

“Yes, thank you, Chief Constable!” Lu Chuan knelt on one knee, his head slightly lowered, and said loudly.

Although it is said that the number of spirit treasures refined by each spiritualist should best match their own cultivation level, who would dislike having more spirit treasures? Even if they can't be used now, what if they break through in the future? It's always good to be prepared.

Therefore, if there is an opportunity to obtain a spirit treasure, spiritualists will inevitably spare no expense, even risking their lives to compete for it.

The path of cultivation is a jungle where the strong prey on the weak. Only with strong strength can one avoid being slaughtered at will.

Then, the young man turned around, came to a stone table, took out a white token from the drawer, and handed it to Lu Chuan: “Here, this is the token to enter the Spirit Treasure Cave. Take it and don't lose it. It only recognizes the token, not the person.”

The token was made of an unknown material, the size of a baby's palm. Its two sides were smooth, and it emitted a faint white light, which was particularly dazzling in this underground secret chamber.

Lu Chuan didn't have time to examine it carefully, so he put it in his arms, then hesitated slightly, looking like he wanted to say something but stopped.

Feng Liuhen saw Lu Chuan's hesitant look and said in a flat voice: “Ask whatever you want. I will answer depending on the situation.”

Lu Chuan's expression became solemn when he heard this.

Only to hear his curious voice echo in the secret chamber: “Chief Constable, can the old burial ground really bring people back to life and turn them into zombies?”

Feng Liuhen looked at Lu Chuan with an expression that said, 'I knew it.'

Then, he replied: “Maybe it can, maybe it can't. It's not that easy. I set up the new burial ground only for the sake of the town's people. After all, the old burial ground is too close to the residential area. It's shrouded in yin energy all year round. People who live near it for a long time will inevitably suffer some damage to their bodies.”

“Oh... I see. With you, Chief Constable, it is truly the blessing of the people of Blackstone Town!” Lu Chuan looked enlightened and even flattered Feng Liuhen.

“After I go back this time, I will go to the new burial ground to record the situation inside with the memory stone, and then report to you, sir.” Lu Chuan said excitedly.

“No need. I will personally go to the new burial ground. Recently, the Black Wolf Gang and the Black Tiger Gang have started fighting for territory again. After you go back this time, just follow the rules that you set for them before.” Feng Liuhen said directly.

“Yes, we don't care about their gang fights, but if they harm the people, they will definitely pay the price.” Lu Chuan didn't show any other emotions, just accepting the order.

“You should accept the tributes that should be given. Although these gang forces can't cause any big waves, they can still stir up some ripples. At the same time, you must also beat them down and let them always remember their position.” Feng Liuhen continued to instruct.

“Yes, I know what to do, what not to do, what to say, and what not to say after all these years.” Lu Chuan replied respectfully.

“Well, I still trust you very much, at least more than Du Jiangliu in the north of the city.” After Feng Liuhen finished speaking, he headed out of the secret chamber without waiting for Lu Chuan to say anything.

“Alas~ The old burial ground is about to have a few new graves.”

In the secret chamber, only Feng Liuhen's murmur remained.

After leaving the secret chamber and walking to a fork in the road before they parted, Feng Liuhen instructed Lu Chuan: “Remember, don't let Constable Du in the north of the city know about your investigation of the old burial ground this time, otherwise it will be another troublesome matter.”

“Yes, please rest assured, Chief Constable. My mouth is known for being tight.” Lu Chuan patted his chest and assured.

“I'm relieved about you, but you still need to worry more about your subordinates.” After Feng Liuhen finished speaking, he left, leaving Lu Chuan stunned in place.

Of course, Lu Chuan knew what Feng Liuhen meant by that last sentence. Although he trusted his own subordinates, Feng Liuhen didn't trust them. What he had to do was to make Feng Liuhen feel at ease.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuan shook his head, then headed towards the depths of the government office. No matter what, he would first claim his reward this time.

………………………………

Three days passed in a flash.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the world was white.

Lu Chuan had received his desired spirit treasure and had already returned to the South City Government Office.

The atmosphere in the South City was somewhat tense because there were rumors that the Black Tiger Gang and the Black Wolf Gang were about to start a war again. This made the people of the South City afraid to walk at night recently, lest they encounter a fight between the Black Tiger Gang and the Black Wolf Gang and be affected.

Fortunately, it is now the cold season, and the Blackstone Flower, the main economic crop planted in Blackstone Town, has entered its dormancy period and does not need to be carefully cared for, weeded, or caught insects like in the hot season.

The people have no farm work to do, so they close their doors early to avoid guests.

The Blackstone Flower is a material for refining standard acquired spirit treasures in the Great Wu Dynasty. The seeds are oval and black, and must be planted in rocks to take root and sprout. Its shape is like a cabbage, and it can enter the mature stage in three years. The mature stage is reddish-brown, and then it can be harvested.

Therefore, the mountains around Blackstone Town have been reclaimed to plant Blackstone Flowers.

When the Blackstone Flowers are ripe, the area around Blackstone Town will also have a different scene.

Blackstone Town is named after this.

At this moment, it was daytime, and the wind and snow connected the sky and the earth, making everything in front of you seem like the beginning of chaos.

In front of the new burial ground, a figure stood quietly, wearing a gorgeous sable coat, which seemed out of place with the atmosphere of the burial ground.

This person was Feng Liuhen. At this moment, his eyes were glowing with a faint light, showing that he was urging his Yin-Piercing Eyes to observe the flow of yin energy here.

After a few breaths, the faint light in Feng Liuhen's eyes temporarily extinguished, and at the same time, he moved his steps and went deeper into the burial ground.

The range of his Yin-Piercing Eyes was limited, so he could only explore bit by bit.

At least he hadn't found anything unusual about the yin energy here yet.

As Feng Liuhen continued to go deeper, he found that the surrounding yin energy gradually became thinner.

“It shouldn't be like this in theory.” Feng Liuhen couldn't help but keep an eye out and used his Yin-Piercing Eyes to investigate more carefully.

A quarter of an hour later, he stopped in front of a pit, staring at this pit that had appeared at some point, and fell into deep thought.

This was not the first time he had come to this new burial ground. He had chosen this location in the first place.

The reason for choosing here was that the place was big enough, and secondly, it was a place where yin energy gathered, and it could be regarded as a rare geomantic treasure.

His purpose was very simple, which was to cultivate a zombie. He didn't want a zombie refined the day after tomorrow, he wanted a zombie born from heaven and earth. This kind of zombie is also known as - innate spiritual treasure.

Innate spiritual treasures are born with intelligence and are products of heaven and earth, but there is a disadvantage, that is, unowned innate spiritual treasures cannot autonomously leave the area where they were born. Once they leave, they will return to heaven and earth.

“Is my luck really that heaven-defying?” Feng Liuhen couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

In the end, reason was still suppressed by greed. Feng Liuhen decided to go down and take a look. He believed that with his strength, he would not encounter an opponent in this Blackstone Town.

Besides, the opportunity was right in front of him, and he would not let it slip away in vain.

I saw Feng Liuhen's toes flowing with spiritual power, and then he lightly tapped the snow-white ground, and a shallow pit appeared on the snow, and Feng Liuhen's figure had already fallen into the big pit below.

Feng Liuhen's eyes flickered with a faint light, scanning back and forth in the pit, but found nothing unusual.

Just at this moment, an accident happened, a fishy wind attacked from behind him, and the hands with sharp nails pinched towards Feng Liuhen's neck.

“Humph! Overestimate yourself.”

Just as the nails were about to grab Feng Liuhen, he suddenly twisted his body, and at the same time clenched his fist with one hand, and the fist flashed with spiritual light, slamming **** towards the sneak attacker behind him.

“Bang!”

“Crack!”

The sneak attacker was blown away, and there seemed to be a sound of bone cracking from his body.

This was still because Feng Liuhen was able to hold back, only using spiritual power and not using spiritual treasures.

Otherwise, the sneak attacker would probably be dead.

Seeing that he was no match, Chen Xing had the idea of ​​escaping.

Who knew that just as he made a move, Feng Liuhen's voice suddenly exploded in his ears: “I actually refined a zombie, and it's still a white-haired zombie that has already taken shape, hahaha, it seems that my luck is still as good as ever!”

Immediately, Feng Liuhen raised his hand and slapped towards Chen Xing's direction, and a sandstorm wall appeared in front of Chen Xing, preventing him from moving forward at all.

Then Feng Liuhen waved his palms one after another, and the sandstorm wall blocked Chen Xing all around, and Chen Xing became a turtle in a urn, trapped in the sandstorm wall.

This sandstorm wall is Feng Liuhen's second spiritual treasure, which has the effect of trapping enemies and resisting attacks.