Corpse Burier: I Can Nourish Corpse

Without the presence of a Golden Core cultivator to anchor them, the Zhao Family becomes easy prey, subject to the whims of the Beast Taming Zhong Family and the Huang Family, who could exploit them freely at any moment. Falling into their hands would undoubtedly be far worse than merely serving wine and warming beds.

A few moments later, Wuxinming and Wen Jiu arrived at the main hall of the Zhao Family, where the Female Cultivators had already knelt in greeting.

At a glance,

everything was a pristine white.

Wuxinming stepped forward to enter, "You are considerate. Master He, today we shall drink until we drop."

Wen Jiu did not move. Instead, he turned to look at Zhao Hongtu and the others. On their faces, Wen Jiu saw anxiety, tension, and the uncertain future of the Zhao Family. "Are you the Great Elder of the Zhao Family?"

Zhao Hongtu hesitantly stepped forward, "This junior, Zhao Hongtu, greets Senior He!"

"Take me to retrieve what Black Crow Zhenren left behind in your family," Wen Jiu expressed no intention of entering.

He merely glanced at the kneeling Female Cultivators, and from their eyes, Wen Jiu discerned a myriad of emotions.

There was endurance.

There was forced calmness.

And there was also a flush of color.

Of course, Wen Jiu was not a good person and had no intention of advising Wuxinming to treat them kindly in the future.

Because this is the Cultivation Realm.

Wuxinming paused in his step, "Master He, let’s have a few drinks before we go."

"You can open a tavern and drink as much as you like," Wen Jiu replied indifferently, intending to head toward the heart of the Yin Vein. He could sense the location of the Tier Three Middle Grade Killing Array.

"This..."

Wuxinming glanced at the kneeling Female Cultivators and felt it was a shame.

At that moment, Zhao Hongtu suddenly knelt to the ground, "Esteemed seniors, please forgive Zhao Mou’s rudeness. Before my ancestor passed away, he left a message. Should a Golden Core come to claim the items within the Yin Vein, they must agree to two conditions of the Zhao Family. If agreed upon, everything within the Yin Vein belongs to the seniors. If not, everything within the Yin Vein will turn to ashes along with Zhao Mou within it."

"Even the Divine Killing Array?" Wuxinming, after sensing Zhao Hongtu’s Divine Sense fluctuations, was slightly surprised. "As expected of Black Crow Zhenren, a Golden Core Elder Cultivator who lived for a millennium, he truly had some impressive things at hand. The Divine Killing Array can connect with one’s Divine Soul, but the cost is that the array and the soul exist together. If the soul extinguishes, the array is destroyed. Similarly, if the array is broken, the soul perishes. This array has no core; even a Spirit Array Master cannot unravel it. The only ways are to kill the person connected to the divine, or to break the array with brute force. Either method would immediately turn everything within the array to ashes."

Li Hongtu did not respond to this remark but looked forward unfazed, as if to demonstrate a certain attitude, "I am not afraid of death, but the Zhao Family should not perish. Afterward, Zhao Mou is willing to sever the connection to the Divine Soul and offer his life as atonement!"

"Great Elder!"

"Great Elder!"

The five Fake Core cultivators behind him were shocked.

The kneeling Female Cultivators were even moved to tears, with some joining in, trembling as they called out the words Great Elder.

Wuxinming scoffed coldly, "You dare to act with such resolve. Few have ever dared to threaten me. Regardless of whether I accept your conditions, you will die!"

"Zhao Mou’s death is insignificant, as long as it can quell the seniors’ anger," Zhao Hongtu declared resolutely.

Wen Jiu, feeling the Law-Devouring Yin Insect moving within him, calmed his mind and asked, "What are the two conditions?"

"The first condition is that the seniors must protect the Zhao Family for three hundred years, ensuring its survival; the second condition is that the seniors must take one member of the Zhao Family as a Direct Disciple, and both conditions must be sealed with a Heart Demon Oath."

Zhao Hongtu responded.

Wuxinming sneered, "You dare to make such audacious demands. Neither Master He nor I have ever taken a disciple, yet you wish for us to take one from the Zhao Family as a direct heir. Do you know the weight of being the first True Transmission of a Golden Core?"

Zhao Hongtu’s expression tensed; he had never expected such a situation and did not know what to say.

The first True Transmission.

It is akin to being family.

How is the Zhao Family deserving of this honor?

Yet recalling the ancestor’s words that unless it was a position of direct transmission, it could not correspond to the value of the items within the array, Zhao Hongtu summoned the courage to continue speaking, "Our Zhao Family’s Sixth Elder has a granddaughter named Zhao Ming, with a Top-Grade Spirit Root. Although she is only fifteen, she is already at Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer. If properly nurtured, she will no doubt reach Foundation Establishment by thirty. I wonder if she catches the eyes of the esteemed seniors?"

Before Wuxinming and Wen Jiu could reply, Zhao Hongtu waved his hand, and a young Female Cultivator holding a musical instrument emerged from the crowd, hurriedly kneeling in front of the two, almost tripping due to her haste and nervousness.

To almost trip on the stairs at Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer was unheard of, revealing just how nervous she was.

"This junior, Zhao Ming, greets... greets the esteemed seniors. Wishing the two seniors longevity in the immortal way, a smooth path in cultivation, fortunate encounters on every outing, relics at every turn, a Dao companion as beautiful as an immortal, and descendants as talented as dragons and phoenixes..."

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

Wuxinming interrupted, displeased.

[Still eight thousand words.

Ask for monthly tickets!

Begging on my knees!]