I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 341 Zombies Know Martial Arts, Even Gods Are Afraid

Venerable Fulu, whose bones do not decay.
Xu Qing had heard the name of this Venerable One from more than one disciple of the Yin Corpse Sect, but among those disciples, this Venerable One of extremely high status had always acted mysteriously and had never revealed his true form.

Even when preaching, he would hide behind layers of curtains; even when traveling, he would ride in a cloud-carriage and never show his true face to the public.

Xu Qing only heard a woman's voice coming from the sedan chair from fragmented pieces of information; other than that, there was no other information.

It wasn't until Xu Qing performed a ritual to guide the young corpse-driver who claimed to be a disciple of the Venerable Fu Lu that he finally broke through the fog and saw the so-called Venerable Fu Lu.

In the revolving lantern, when the young corpse driver became a disciple of the Venerable Fulu, he had to meet the Venerable behind a screen or curtain every time.

Until one day, Ghost Law, who was patrolling the Yin River, inadvertently discovered the mysterious existence of the Yin River.

In the eyes of the Ghost Law, the Yin River is its territory, and the twelve gatekeepers correspond to the twelve 'vassal kings' of the Yin River.

Within a radius of ten thousand miles around the Yin-Yang Boundary Marker, the Eight Banners Marshals, the Demon King of Many Calamities, and the Yin-Erosion Dharma King are all under the supervision of the Ghost Law. It will never allow anyone to hide or reside in its territory.

Just as the young corpse-driver was listening to Venerable Fulu preach the Dharma.

The laws of the underworld, which govern all ghosts, came shrouded in boundless dark clouds and ghostly mist, obscuring the sky.

Amidst the clouds and mist, the colossal figure of Gui Lu appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Behind the curtain, Venerable Fulu could not hide her panic. She hurriedly offered her greetings, her words filled with awe and fear of the Ghost Law.

However, the Ghost Law was unruly. It ignored the words of Venerable Fu Lu and instead used its innate ability to transform into countless ghosts at will to conjure up a shadowless ghost carrying yin wind and evil energy. It stretched out its ghost claws and, accompanied by childish babbling, tore the curtain in front of Venerable Fu Lu layer by layer!

In the courtyard where Venerable Fulu resided, the young corpse-driving craftsman finally saw the Venerable Fulu's true face.

Behind the curtain, there was no person, only a two-foot-tall blue and white porcelain vase, with a beautiful woman's head perched atop its mouth.

This head has a mouth that can speak, eyes that can turn, and eyebrows and features that are picturesque and quite pretty, but it has no body connected to it at all; it is just a bottle.

Ghost Law was delighted at the sight of its prey, just like a mischievous child who had encountered something new and interesting. No matter how the beauty in the bottle tried to resist with hand seals or incantations, it paid no attention!

Despite the pleas and attempts of the Venerable Fulu to plead for mercy, Guilu forcefully urged the hundred ghosts to reach out their claws, lifting him up into the dark clouds, and then throwing him down from the sky.

It wanted to know exactly what was in the bottle.

At that moment, the Venerable Fu Lu, who was hiding in the vase, crashed heavily into his own dwelling cave like a falling meteor.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a beautiful woman's head appeared in the ruins, without a body, only her internal organs connected to her neck. Her heart, liver, intestines, lungs, and kidneys hung stickily and wetly below her neck, exposed to the air, like a tangled slug, covered in blood and filth.

When Gui Lu saw that Venerable Fu Lu was not a ghost, but a wretched man clinging to life with unorthodox methods, a man worse than a human pig, he completely lost interest.

A listless murmur of a ghost came from the dark clouds. Ghost Law did not linger any longer. It once again commanded thousands of ghostly figures, rode on the rolling dark clouds, and vanished without a trace in an instant.

They looked no different from a child who had grown tired of a toy and carelessly discarded it.

After the sudden rain, the ground was a mess.

Within the ruins of the tomb, only a bizarre creature with a beautiful woman's head connected to her internal organs remains, along with a young corpse-driving craftsman who is still in shock and dumbfounded.

Not long after Gui Lu left, the seemingly dead Venerable Fu Lu finally stirred and raised her head. She looked at her young disciple, who was trembling and slumped on the ground, and said in a trembling voice:

"Go! Quickly take me to the sect leader's residence; my new clothes are there."

The sect leader was praying behind closed doors, praying that the Ghost Law would not come to attack him.

The young corpse-driver shouted for a long time on the cemetery before the leader of the Yin Corpse Sect finally appeared.

"Oh dear! Junior Sister Fulu, who injured you like this?"

Venerable Fulu said with a frustrated expression, "You were quite composed when there was such a commotion outside."

"Junior sister, please don't misunderstand. I was in seclusion at a critical juncture when I heard your cries. Upon hearing that something was wrong with you, I was willing to risk a qi deviation to interrupt my cultivation."

"Enough with the small talk. I have been injured in the lungs by the Ghost Law. Please take out one of the new clothes I left with you. Also, I need to borrow your cave for a while to heal my wounds in seclusion."

Finally, Venerable Fulu instructed the young disciple:
"This matter must not be revealed to outsiders. If I happen to hear of it..."

The Venerable Fulu's expression was cold and stern. He then said, "You have done a good job protecting us today. You may go and receive a bottle of Blood Essence Pills for your cultivation."

At present, Xu Qing has learned about the status of the Venerable Fulu and the true appearance of the master behind the curtain through the young corpse driver's lantern, but he still hasn't seen a trace of the true face of the uncorrupted corpse mentioned by the corpse driver.

The Undying Bone is already the strongest form of the Flying Zombie. If the Flying Zombie is likened to an immortal who has attained immortality and ascended to heaven, then the Undying Bone is also an existence that is infinitely close to a true immortal on land, not to mention a zombie that can refine multiple pieces of the Undying Bone.

According to the "Corpse Tale," Xu Qing, now at the peak of his Undying Bone Realm, is probably even inferior to a true terrestrial immortal. As for those ascended immortals...
This was not within Xu Qing's consideration.

"How could the Yin Corpse Sect possess an Undying Corpse? But if they didn't have an Undying Corpse, why would the entire Yin Corpse Sect hold Venerable Fulu in such high esteem?"

With questions in mind, Xu Qing stormed the Yin Corpse Sect's mountain gate.

The Yin River matter is settled. There are two types of people Xu Qing fears the least: one is the dead and the Yin corpse; the other is those who manipulate the dead and use walking corpses as a means of survival.

Arriving at the Yin Corpse Sect was like a son-in-law returning to his wife's home.

All the disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect would offer their best-crafted walking corpses as a form of hospitality whenever they met.

Xu Qing strolled leisurely along the way, without even needing to lift a finger. He only needed to slightly raise his aura, and the walking corpses beside those disciples would immediately turn against him and venerate him as their king!
Several guardian elders, refusing to believe in evil, manipulated five or six golden-armored corpses to surround Xu Qing. However, Xu Qing did not reveal his full aura, but only raised it to the Corpse-Subduing Realm. The elders then fought with the golden-armored corpses they had raised.

Corpse monsters and the like are born with insufficient intelligence, and the lower the intelligence of a ghost or evil spirit, the more likely it is to follow the law of the strong being respected.

Among zombies, those who are one level higher can lead the rest of the zombies and become the leader.

At this moment, Xu Qing was walking inside the Yin Corpse Sect, just like a wolf entering a sheepfold. All those corpse puppets that the sect disciples were so proud of had now become their death warrants!

Seeing that they could not defeat the invasion of evil spirits, alarm bells rang loudly within the Yin Corpse Sect, and thousands of Yin Corpse Sect disciples, controlling their respective walking corpses, gathered together.

When they saw the most powerful elders of the sect die tragically at the hands of the corpse puppets, at least seven or eight hundred of the more than a thousand disciples silently took a step back. Then, as if they had made up their minds, they resolutely fled in all directions.

Upon seeing this, Xu Qing raised an eyebrow and immediately unleashed his full aura. Not only did the corpse puppets that had fled with the disciples begin to defect, but even the walking corpses stored in the tombs and burial pits rose from their coffins and rushed towards Xu Qing as if on a pilgrimage.

Xu Qing continued walking without stopping. At this moment, he didn't even need to take the banner or summon the more than 10,000 generals to control the no less than 10,000 walking corpses and surround the entire burial mountain.

Gradually, a swarm consciousness even developed on its own within the horde of zombies. Ordinary zombies followed the armored zombies, and the armored zombies were led by silver-armored and gold-armored zombies.

All the zombies are autonomously searching for a suitable location for themselves.

Xu Qing seemed to be influenced by this consciousness as well, to the point that deep in his heart he felt that he should be like this, leading thousands of corpse soldiers to attack the Yin River, conquer the Underworld, unify the Nine Netherworlds, and become the true emperor of the underworld.

This is what the Corpse King should be doing!
However, this influence, similar to the consciousness of a swarm of bees or the influence of the Emperor's profound energy, did not last long. Xu Qing only paused slightly before his eyes regained their clarity.

The Immovable Method can make the caster's mind as still as water and as immovable as a mountain. It can also suppress the disturbance of inner demons, keeping the mind clear and quiet, so as not to lose oneself.

At the same time, the White Bone Temple blocked all the support signals from the lower-level zombies. Xu Qing, like a zombie emperor destined to be alone, stepped onto the grave mountain. Corpses piled up on the grave mountain, and the thin, almost shrunken-in-his-robes sect leader of the Yin Corpse Sect stared intently at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was also looking at the other person.

The sect leader before me was dressed in a robe with five bats, like an old man in the mortal world who was nearing the end of his life and about to decay, dressed in his burial clothes in advance, waiting for the arrival of the King of Hell.

Now, it seems that the King of Hell has truly arrived!
"Who exactly are you, and what grudge do you have against my Yin Corpse Sect that would lead you to commit such an act of annihilation?"

Xu Qing looked around, and finally his gaze fell on the large red sedan chair that was placed on top of the tombstone.

There were strange magical fluctuations inside the sedan chair.

Xu Qing became interested. He stared at the bridal sedan chair, ignoring the sect leader, and said to himself:

"Your place has good feng shui, it gathers yin energy and accumulates qi. I heard that there's a drought demon buried under this burial mound?"

The old sect leader guessed, "You've come for that Kui Ba?"

Xu Qing shook his head: "Do you remember Yang Qiying?"

Who is Yang Qiying?

Xu Qing smiled and waved behind him. Immediately, a zombie with a tall skeleton but an extremely thin body came closer.

The silver-armored old zombie let out a low growl that was hard to understand. When it saw Xu Qing raise his hand, the old zombie lowered its body and lowered its head to a height where it could be easily stroked by the other party.

However, Xu Qing simply patted the old stiff man's shoulder lightly and said, "I have a teacher who introduced me to the corpse-driving profession, named Liu Youdao."

"He was a disciple of Yang Qiying, and this zombie is Yang Qiying, who is also my nominal grandmaster."

"My master was lying peacefully in his grave, and you dug him up and used him as a servant. I had no choice but to come and talk to you about this."

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The old sect leader clearly didn't believe the young man's words. He chuckled and said, "This old corpse clearly died of old age. He had to pay a price for the skills that our sect relied on for survival. I have already been lenient by not allowing my sect disciples to be turned into corpse puppets while they were still alive. You say that you want to destroy my sect because of this? You are fooling a three-year-old!"

"Oh? So, what does the old man think is the purpose of my visit here?"

The old sect leader sneered, "It's a dog-eat-dog world. You just want to plunder the corpse puppets that my sect has been raising and cultivating without any effort, so you can use them to your advantage."

"You are young and promising, while I am old and will not fight with you. So, today you can take half of these corpse puppets with you, and the rest will remain in the Yin Corpse Sect. When our sect recovers its strength, we will send you a batch of corpse puppets every five years."

The old man, huddled in his wide robe, analyzed the pros and cons for Xu Qing, saying, "In everything, there is a give and a take. We must never exhaust the resources. You are no ordinary person. Our sect is willing to do things for you, and we can forgive today's events and even offer you a place of worship. What do you think?"

Xu Qing looked directly at the sect leader of the Yin Corpse Sect. This man was flexible and capable, quite a character. If he really followed the other party's words, the Yin Corpse Sect might make another step forward in a hundred years, or even less than a hundred years, and surpass its current achievements in just a few decades.

Unfortunately, killing people to refine corpses was a waste of resources in his eyes. As the holder of the Scripture of Salvation and the Scripture of Living People, Xu Qing followed the cycle of life and death more than anyone else.

In this evil world, the turbid air is descending, and it is necessary to eliminate evil to restore the pure air. This is not wrong in itself, but are all the walking corpses created by the disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect people utterly wicked?

The Mirror of Good and Evil has something to say.

Xu Qing simply stopped acting; he was just craving these ready-made corpses, he just wanted to freeload!

"Fellow Daoist, is there truly no room for reconciliation between us?"

Xu Qing laughed and said, "Open your eyes and see if there are any survivors in the entire sect. Your life's work has been reduced to ashes, so what is there to talk about reconciliation?"

"Summon your corpse puppet and let me see what's so unusual about it."

Xu Qing was very curious. He unleashed his full aura, and any zombie with a lower cultivation level than him would be turned to the side by him. Yet, he never saw the corpse puppet of the Yin Corpse Sect Master.

The old sect leader took a deep breath and said, "I do not have a corpse puppet. Although I do not know how you combined the abilities of the corpse monster and maintained your sanity, I can tell you clearly that you are not the only one in the Yin Corpse Sect who possesses this ability."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing not only remained calm but also showed great interest, asking, "Are you referring to the vase placed inside this bridal sedan chair?"

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The old sect leader paused, genuinely unsure of the young man before him.

"It seems I really am getting old. I'd like to ask my junior sister to make the decision."

However, only a barely audible cold laugh came from inside the sedan chair, clearly indicating that the owner of the sedan chair did not intend to make a move.

The old sect leader sighed again, appearing much older. He straightened up, looked directly at Xu Qing, and said:
"I have lived for over three hundred years. Although I have not been able to refine a corpse puppet, I have cultivated a body of martial arts skills that are no less than those of a corpse puppet."

"Boy, if you can defeat me today, all the materials I have are enough to refine a corpse puppet, and they will be yours. If I defeat you, then I may have to break my vow and refine you into a corpse puppet for my use!"

After saying that, Xu Qing saw the old man in front of him rise up like an eagle soaring into the sky, and then plummet down towards him!

At the same time, a Moon-Covering Blade with a surge of energy exceeding ten zhang appeared in the old man's hand and slashed straight down at him.

At this moment, it seemed as if the sun and moon of the Yin River were not blocked by Yin and Yang, but rather obscured by the blade's edge.

Xu Qing was surprised.

"Martial arts mastery, dual cultivation of martial arts and magic?"

This is truly something I've never seen before. I never imagined that someone other than him could cultivate both the path of cultivation and the path of martial arts to the point of progressing in tandem.

But when Xu Qing extended his unyielding bone-crushing claws and unleashed the Crimson Cloud Hand, capable of striking any weapon, the old sect leader's Moon-Covering Blade was snatched away by Xu Qing in the blink of an eye.

"I happen to know a little about martial arts as well. This move is called Cloud Hands Snatching Blade!"

Xu Qing's hands were filled with corpse energy like clouds. After enveloping the Celestial's all-out attack, he turned around and said, "This move is called Tearing Clouds and Splitting the Sky!"

Finally, Xu Qing appeared beside the old man, his hand landing on the old man's neck, and he chuckled softly:

"This is the Crimson Cloud Throat Lock, which is just a minor technique in martial arts."

Xu Qing was telling the truth. He had cultivated the Heavenly Gang Axe Technique, which surpassed the limits of martial arts. In terms of offensive martial arts techniques, he could be said to have reached the pinnacle.

"Undying bones, a martial arts advancement surpassing even the celestial realm—are you human or a ghost?"

Zombies know martial arts; even gods are afraid of them.

Xu Qing grinned and said, "You lost. I'll take your corpse! But I won't turn you into a corpse puppet, and I won't rule over any of the corpses and walking corpses in this sect as you said."

"Besides being a corpse driver, I am also a funeral director who adheres to professional ethics. I have come here solely for the funeral procession!"

(End of this chapter)