Corpse Burier: I Can Nourish Corpse

After everything was ready, he began to carve his life story into the stone wall, starting from the time he gained an immortal opportunity a thousand years ago.

One thousand one hundred and thirteen years ago, he was still called Zhongyun Mountain, merely the son of a farmer in a mountain. His father was named Zhongli, his mother Li Erniu. Above him was a brother three years older, and a sister two years younger. Their names, Lin Yingyun Mountain still remembered in his heart.

His brother was named Zhong Lingxi because there was a stream in front of their house that occasionally had spirit fish; his younger sister was called Zhong Hongxia because they could see the red glow of sunset from their house, the most beautiful sight they could behold.

When he was fifteen, celestial fire descended from the heavens, burning their crops to ashes and erasing the forests and streams. His family happened to be thirty miles away in town, selling firewood and melons at the market, narrowly escaping the disaster, but they returned to find everything at home gone.

With no other choice, he joined the Blood Saber Gang in town, earning silver coins by collecting bodies for the gang to support the family’s livelihood. His parents, weakened by toil, were unable to cultivate new land and could only do odd jobs such as carrying sand and washing clothes in town.

But misfortune never comes alone; not long after, both parents passed away from illness, leaving only the three siblings to rely on each other for survival.

Writing up to this point, Lin Yingyun Mountain stood silently in place for dozens of breaths, seemingly trying to calm his mind, an action unlike a late-stage Golden Core elder cultivator familiar with life and death, but rather like a mortal.

After calming down, Lin Yingyun Mountain continued writing.

With only the three siblings left, he devoted himself to working for the Blood Saber Gang because among the siblings, he was the only one with the talent to learn martial arts. However, in less than two years, his elder brother suddenly disappeared, his life or death unknown. A year later, he learned from the gang leader that, last year, a heterodox immortal master at the Qi Cultivation Second Layer passed through and casually took some people from the town to cultivate ghosts.

Although he didn’t know if his elder brother was among them, it was likely. Otherwise, a living person couldn’t suddenly vanish without a trace. After that, he was left with only a younger sister, his one remaining relative. Three years later, he was promoted to vice hall master of the gang and learned from the gang leader about the true cause of the celestial fire that left them homeless years ago.

It turned out two cultivators at the Qi Cultivation Third and Fourth Layers had been practicing and casually started a fire.

Upon learning this truth, he fully realized that mortals in this world are merely the meat on the chopping block. The families they desperately protected and the life they struggled to keep warm and fed were like ridiculous bubbles, easily burst by a passing cultivator, and the cultivators didn’t even intend to, they just happened to be passing by.

Realizing this, he resolutely left the small town and set out in search of immortal opportunities. Luck was on his side as he tested positive for a spirit root and became the disciple of an old Taoist in a temple, advancing to the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation after ten years of practice.

He found the heterodox evil cultivator and the two cultivators who casually set a fire.

After killing all three, he returned to the small town, but only took a distant glance at his now married younger sister before setting off on the path of cultivation again. This departure lasted fifty years, and he became an unreachable Foundation Establishment cultivator.

But he also knew that in the Cultivation Realm, the Foundation Establishment was just a slightly larger ant, nothing special.

Upon his return, his sister had already passed away, leaving him with no relatives in the world, so he continued forward.

After struggling and wandering for a hundred years, he joined Qi Guang Sect, received a new name from his mentor, Lin Yingyun Mountain, and became the youngest Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator in Qi Guang Sect, marrying his mentor’s daughter. However, at the time, Qi Guang Sect was merely a declining Golden Core influence barely sustained by his mentor, whose life was nearing its end.

After his mentor’s death, Qi Guang Sect became like a withered leaf in a storm, always on the brink of being shredded, so he struggled desperately for a hundred years, facing dozens of life-and-death crises, killing many people in the process, including companions he’d known for twenty or thirty years. In the end, it was all to finally achieve the Golden Core and stabilize the precarious Qi Guang Sect.

That year, he returned to the small town again, only to find that the town and its people had been turned to dust by a duel between two late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivators, leaving no survivors.

But this time, he wasn’t angry, because after a hundred years of cultivation, he understood the intuition that beneath the Golden Core, all were ants.

Such is the Cultivation Realm.

And even for himself, if he couldn’t reach a higher realm in this life, he would eventually die like his mentor, without even his bones remaining, and his family, his kin, would fall into the abyss because of his death.

So for the next three hundred years, he cultivated desperately, finally reaching the Late Stage of Golden Core, standing atop the West Mountain Floating Domain.

But alas.

He was only a Middle-Grade Golden Core.

Lacking great fortune at his side.

Over five hundred years, he tried many times to breakthrough, always failing, and unknowingly, his time was running out. For the sake of breaking through, he allowed his eldest son to die at the hands of a Tribulation Cultivator; for the sake of breaking through, he even disguised himself as a Tribulation Cultivator, silently refining a cultivator into a Yin Pill; and for the sake of breaking through, he collaborated with the Outer Path Hidden Demon Sect, sheltering Demon Cultivators to harm the West Mountain Floating Domain cultivators.

All this, because he didn’t want to end up like his mentor, begging enemies for mercy unwillingly.

He also didn’t want to struggle for a thousand years, ending up as a handful of dust, indistinguishable from the mortals of the small town a thousand years ago.

He could seize a body and rebuild.

But rebuilding was just more meaningless, hopeless struggle for a thousand years, so he wanted to perish together with Longteng Liyi, but even this plan was extinguished by a bolt of Divine Thunder.

He lost even the chance to die with dignity.

Finally, Lin Yingyun Mountain placed his cultivation techniques, cultivation insights, and such in a stone coffin.

Seemingly waiting for a destined person to discover it.

Witnessing this, Wen Jiu fell into silence, a ripple in his heart, but ultimately said nothing.

Those who do not achieve longevity.

Will all end up like this.

He was no exception.

He wouldn’t lament, because Lin Yingyun Mountain had seen more glory than most cultivators; at least he had witnessed the splendor of the Golden Core.

The vast majority of cultivators spend their lives in the Qi Cultivation Stage, and even struggle a lifetime, reaching only the Qi Cultivation Third Layer.

Such cultivators were once everywhere on Deadman Peak.

So Lin Yingyun Mountain was fortunate, and Wen Jiu felt no ripple in his heart for his death today.

He might even consider taking the body afterward for corpse or ghost cultivation as a reasonable choice.

But just as Wen Jiu thought Lin Yingyun Mountain was preparing to lie in the stone coffin, awaiting death, he saw Lin Yingyun Mountain suddenly take out a black Communication Stone of unexpectedly high quality.

"When can you arrive?"

This was a question.

Perhaps this was Lin Yingyun Mountain’s purpose for coming to the Celestial Yin Mountain Range.

"Since it has a purpose, why can’t the Corpse Fate Technique divine any celestial secrets? What’s going on?"

Wen Jiu fell into thought, a hint of worry surfacing, as this was the first time such an issue had arisen.

Usually, celestial secrets are concealed by a magical artifact, so the Corpse Fate Technique cannot divine them, but it can still see the veiled hints. This time, however, the Corpse Fate Technique divined nothing.

"Seems like the Corpse Fate Technique at the Great Success Realm is already reaching its limits." Wen Jiu murmured quietly and continued to monitor Lin Yingyun Mountain through the East Spring Undying Bone. He saw him setting up a Spiritual Sound Insulation Barrier around.

The Divine Sense of the East Spring Undying Bone could penetrate it, but doing so forcefully would alert Lin Yingyun Mountain.

"Looks like he isn’t giving any chance for corpse collecting." Wen Jiu restrained his thoughts. After Lin Yingyun Mountain left, leaving behind a legacy and life story like ancient cultivators thousands, even tens of thousands of years ago, he prepared to use the East Spring Undying Bone to leave as well.

However, when Lin Yingyun Mountain lifted the sound insulation barrier and murmured quietly, Wen Jiu stopped the East Spring Undying Bone from departing.

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