Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 172: Swelling Mouse

"The matter of the Immortal Bone has been around for over ten generations, right? If you could find the ancient books in the family collection, you would know that this matter was planned long ago."

"Northern Province is rich in spiritual energy, allowing most people to cultivate. Even a small number of untalented children from aristocratic families can cultivate with the guidance of their elders, but their mistake lies in their talent. Generally, those with the aptitude for cultivating immortals can reach the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and with further effort, they can even become Golden Core masters. However, those who force themselves to cultivate immortals, whether they cultivate talismans, pills, or other forms of cultivation, can only gain superficial knowledge and cannot go deeper."

"So someone secretly sent someone to find someone born with immortal bones and transfer them to them. They hoped to use the immortal bones to nourish and stimulate the body's meridians and spiritual consciousness. Facts have proven that this is indeed possible. The aristocratic families were unwilling to dirty their hands, so the corpse seekers appeared."

Qingyang slowly explained, "Actually, there are also corpse seekers in the demon world, but the immortal bones in the demon world are always not as pure as those in the mortal world. The immortal bones collected from there are mostly used to make magical tools."

Yang Zishen raised his eyes and looked at Qingyang's ordinary and mysterious face, as if he wanted to see the real blood and flesh beneath the skin.

"The corpse seeker?"

Qingyang became excited when he talked about this and laughed.

"We all know that for immortal cultivators, killing mortals is a thankless task that benefits nothing in their cultivation and can only breed inner demons. However, there's no such restriction on mortals killing mortals. However, there are also cultivators desperate enough to become corpse hunters. Do you know how much an immortal bone sells for on the black market?"

Qingyang stood up and held up three fingers.

"Three hundred high-grade spirit stones. That's enough to change the spiritual energy of a small world. Only aristocratic families can afford it."

Qingyang sat down, picked up the teacup and took a sip of water to moisten his throat, ignoring the two unfriendly gazes beside him.

The teacup rested gently on the table, the melodious sound of porcelain clashing echoing. Qingyang sighed, "Of course, only immortal bones of superior caliber command such a high price. I heard those corpse-hunters are eager to turn Zhongzhou and Nanzhou upside down. Over the years, the number of immortal cultivators from the mortal realm within the major sects has been pitifully small."

"Are you involved too?" Yang Zishen asked coldly. Qingyang knew that if he nodded, the young man might put the sword to his neck.

Qingyang said in a strange tone, "I'm alone, why would I need immortal bones? Besides, my meridians are unique in this world, and I can't just replace my flesh and blood with mine. If I affect my business, it would be bad if I could affect the whole body."

Lin Qingyue: "When you sold the news about Qingjing, didn't you foresee that Qingjing Town would be destroyed as a result?"

"Well..." Qingyang lowered his eyes: "When fighting for the most precious treasure, who wouldn't harm the innocent?"

"It's like..."

Qingyang pointed at Yang Zishen from afar, "That toothed sword behind you was forged by a demonic leader hundreds of years ago, sacrificing the blood and essence of several cities. Taoist Wuhua obtained it in a battle with the demonic leader, and Master Ouyang transformed it into one of the most famous spiritual swords in the world of immortal cultivation."

Lin Qingyue turned around to look at Yang Zishen, only to see the young man nod with a complicated look in his eyes.

Yang Zishen: "That's right, how did you know about this?"

Qingyang's eyes were slightly distracted, "...Because I survived in that city back then."

In the apocalypse of corpses and seas of blood, even the horizon was dyed a crimson. Every blink of an eye was accompanied by a crisscross of red.

Cruel and charming.

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After Wenren Shuyu entered the room, he closed the door and activated the formation in the room that isolated the outside world.

He came to the compartment, opened the drawer, and took out a delicate and small flying bird puppet.

He used his spiritual pen to draw a transmission array on the puppet, and a faint blue light flickered. He placed the written letter, a piece of leftover cloth, an old glass bottle, and a bone whistle into the flying bird puppet's mechanical space.

These were his finds from the Shangnan Sect. The scraps of cloth were a red and blue embroidered pattern. According to clues, they belonged to the owner of the immortal bone and were placed under the blank plaque for worship by the person who had taken the immortal bone.

Perhaps because he felt guilty, the young man from a noble family did not destroy the body, but this gave Wenren Shuyu an opportunity to find evidence against him.

The glass bottle contains ashes, but we don’t know whose they belong to yet.

He found it in Yu Yourong's room, so it looked like it was someone she knew. Since there was nothing special in Yu Yourong's room, he only took the glass bottle.

The bone whistle was made from the little finger, and the boy often wore it and stroked it. Wenren Shuyu had to set up a trap to get the bone whistle.

He was currently in the Upper South Sect, and with Yu Yourong watching him coming and going, it would be too conspicuous. So, giving the item to Yang Zishen was also to allow him to investigate the outside world and find the location of their transaction.

There is absolutely no way this matter is limited to these few things. The darkness has long been filled with greedy rats.

"Go."

The formation was activated and the flying bird puppet disappeared from its original position.

……

He Junyou happily went down the mountain with the talisman drawn for him by Fu Weisheng. Suddenly he stopped and looked at a corner of the disciples' residence.

With a happy laugh on his lips, he dug out a squeaking mouse from the ground, kept teasing it, and skipped down the mountain.

"Little mouse, so cute. Squeak, squeak, squeak. People see it and get scared!"

"Little mouse, stealing food. Wiping its mouth, it sizzles. Being caught, it squeaks!"

"Little mouse, you're so smart. Finding a wife, drawing talismans. Hehehe, I'm so awesome!"

……

When he arrived at Class C, He Junyou threw the mouse into the arms of his twin brother who had just rolled his eyes at him.

"Ahhh!"

"He Junyou, you are sick!"

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Let me help you!"

His twin sister said she would come up to help, but after a while, the mouse was still crawling in her twin brother's arms. The twin sister looked anxious and reached out to stuff the mouse into her brother's arms.

The others saw this wonderful show and came over. Someone threw a talisman, and the little mouse swelled up like a balloon, becoming two people tall. Frightened, it quickly fled across the school.

Amid screams and curses, Shi Xuanyu immediately pulled Meng Nianchun out of the school.

"Go! Drive away!"

"Don't you need help?"

"Why would they help at this time? They'd only make things worse!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a demonic light appeared in the school.

With a loud bang, the Class C classroom exploded. The rat, having experienced something unknown, radiated a swollen demonic power, its eyes bloodshot as it chased after the twin brother.

After a while, Meng Nianchun saw a dirty little girl chasing the mouse that was chasing her brother.

Looking back, almost everyone in Class C was dirty, and a few people were chasing after them.

"I haven't used my talisman yet!"

"Is it about to explode? Shui Xiuyi, don't run!"

"It's so fun! Go!"

Meng Nianchun/Shi Xuanyu: ...

Others standing in the ruins: ...