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

Song Wen's thoughts were racing in his mind, but his face remained calm.

He took the remaining rubbings from the boy's hand and frowned.

"This prescription is so weird. It doesn't look like a prescription taken by monks. Instead, it looks like the corpse spiritual material used to refine corpses. This alchemist has been making alchemy for more than a hundred years and has never seen such a strange prescription."

"I am very interested in this residual recipe. I will take it back and study it. If I get anything from it, your store can't ignore my reward."

The young man said, "Senior, don't worry. Baicao Tower is the property of the Xing family. How can you break your promise and get fat just because of a few spiritual materials?"

Song Wen nodded, put away the remaining ingredients, and walked out of the store.

He thought to himself.

The young man just said that Baicao Building is the property of the Xing family, so the young lady he mentioned must be a member of the Xing family.

It seems that someone in the Xing family is also practicing demonic skills!

As soon as Song Wen left, the boy turned around and went to the backyard of Baicao Building and knocked on the door of a secret room.

After getting the permission of the people in the room, the boy opened the door and entered the secret room.

In the secret room, the aura of corpse evil lingered.

A woman with a green body and a mouth full of fangs was sitting cross-legged in a secret room.

The woman's appearance is very similar to Song Wen's corpse appearance.

"What's the matter?" the woman asked.

"Miss Zhen, an alchemist came to the store just now, and he took away a residual prescription."

The woman's withered face twitched a few times, and there was murderous intent in her eyes.

"In the past few years, no less than a thousand alchemists have taken away the remnant rubbings, but no one has ever been able to complete the remnant recipe. For such a trivial matter, you dare to disturb my practice. It seems that I usually... I'm a little too gentle with you."

The boy originally wanted to take the opportunity to please the young lady, but it had the opposite effect, and the flattery fell on the horse's leg.

His legs weakened and he knelt on the ground.

"I know my mistake. Please forgive me, Miss."

While he was talking, the boy kept knocking his head on the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

He knocked hard and made a clear collision sound.

His forehead was hit by the hard ground, and scarlet blood flowed out.

The young lady looked at the blood overflowing from his forehead, her eyes showing excitement.

Just like a person who has been hungry for a long time, when he sees food, he feels an uncontrollable thirst.

The figure flashed.

The young lady has arrived in front of the young man.

She held the boy's head with one hand and his shoulders with the other.

The mouth opened, revealing sharp fangs.

"Miss, don't..."

As the boy screamed in terror, the fangs pierced the flesh of his neck.

Then, there was a swallowing sound.

The boy gradually lost his breath, his body became shriveled up, and all the blood in his body was lost.

The young lady pushed away the boy's body, and the madness in her eyes gradually disappeared.

The corpse-like appearance on her body slowly faded away, and she returned to her normal appearance.

She is tall, graceful yet powerful, as flexible as a willow branch and as tough as a cypress.

A black outfit clings tightly to her body, outlining her perfect figure.

The face is beautiful, the eyebrows are like daisy, and the eyes are like autumn water.

If her mouth hadn't been full of blood, people would have praised her for being such a heroic woman.

There was deep worry in the woman's eyes.

"The practice of Wuji Island's magic power is indeed very fast and powerful, but the consequences are too serious."

"The old monster Yin Shuo who taught me the technique said that after forming the elixir, the signs of corpse transformation can be controlled. But with my current situation, how can I survive the heart tribulation and condense the golden elixir?"

"In the beginning, I shouldn't have practiced this demonic technique behind my father's back."

Thinking of this, a look of regret appeared on her face.

"Hmph! There must be something wrong with the technique that old monster Yin Shuo taught me. Otherwise, the hidden dangers of this "Corpse King's Blood Cultivation" are so serious. Where did he get so many golden elixir corpse cultivators on Wuji Island?"

"Old Monster Yin Shuo also said that the Corpse Curse Water can cure the disease of corpse transformation. This is probably a lie. He is just using me to help him complete the prescription for the Corpse Curse Water."

Her expression gradually became gritted.

"No, I have to go see my father and ask him to come forward and ask the old monster Yin Shuo to hand over the complete technique. Otherwise, sooner or later, I will lose my mind and completely turn into a walking corpse without intelligence."

The woman got up, walked out of the secret room, jumped into the air, and headed towards Fangzhu City.

...

Song Wen visited all the large and small shops in the black market and the places where casual cultivators set up stalls, but did not buy the elixir he needed.

However, at a street stall, Song Wen saw that the blood and souls of monsters were very cheap, so he bought them.

After acquiring the jade bottle containing the soul, Song Wen discovered that the soul bottle had been tampered with, leaving a mark of spiritual consciousness on it.

Song Wen didn't say anything. He wandered around the black market for more than two quarters of an hour before walking out of the black market.

He did not fly in the air, but walked through the dense forest.

Thirty miles in front of him, a Holy Armor Gu turned into the size of an egg, holding a soul bottle in its mouth and flying leisurely.

On the route from the black market to Fangzhu City, somewhere among the dense treetops, three foundation-building monks were hiding among them, two men and one woman.

The female cultivator is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and she is also the stall owner who sells the essence, blood and soul of Song Wen's monster beasts.

The two male cultivators are at the peak of Foundation Establishment and the late-stage Foundation Establishment.

The auras of the three people were very well controlled, without any leakage.

"Are you sure that person is a fat sheep?" asked the male cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

The female cultivator responded: "Brother, this person didn't even blink his eyes. He bought the blood and souls of monsters worth tens of thousands of spirit stones at one time. With such a generous purchase, he must be rich."

The eldest brother looked a little hesitant when he heard this.

"With such an extraordinary move, I'm afraid he's not a disciple of the Xing family or other big forces?"

Another male cultivator said, "I have been staring at that man for a long time. He has visited almost all the shops and stalls in the black market. At first glance, he is a casual cultivator who has just arrived in Fang Zhucheng. There is no acquaintance to lead the way. He cannot be a member of the Xing family. , as for whether he is a disciple of other big forces, it is hard to tell."

"Brother, we have robbed others not once or twice. Why are you being so mother-in-law this time?" the female nun asked.

The eldest brother said, "Recently, the Xing family seems to be planning something important, and many disciples from other big forces have come to Fang Zhucheng. If that person is an outstanding disciple of a big force, he may have some traces of his elders. If we kill this person rashly, the soul mark will be transferred to us."

"Which outstanding disciple of a big force would lack the essence, blood and soul of a monster? This person is probably a casual cultivator, or an inconspicuous disciple of a big force." The female monk said.

"You are right, then kill this person."

The hesitation on the eldest brother's face faded away, and he became filled with killing intent.

After a while, the eldest brother's eyes flashed.

"coming."

Through the spiritual mark on the soul bottle, he sensed that the soul bottle was getting closer and closer to where they were hiding, and it was already less than four miles away from them.