What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Because my injuries have completely healed.

Moreover, under the combined effects of the medicine, the earth-shaking power, and the refreshing aura, my energy and spirit reached an unprecedented peak.

The malevolent energy within my body was like extremely viscous mercury, surging and roaring through my meridians, each drop containing an extremely fierce explosive force.

His condition is impeccable; it's time.

I sat cross-legged on the floor of the rented room, took a deep breath, and took out the Xuan Yin Sha Crystal left behind by Lei Zhenshan.

I closed my eyes, clenched my fists tightly in my palms, and the Qi cultivation method of the corpse-stitching man began to circulate wildly within my body.

boom!

The moment I actively drew it in, the extremely pure evil energy contained within the evil crystal, like a black flood bursting its banks, surged wildly into the eight extraordinary meridians of my body through my palm.

The absorption process lasted for a full day and night.

On that day, I felt as if I were in a world of both ice and fire.

The dark, malevolent energy chilled me to the bone, even causing a thin layer of white frost to form on my skin.

The intense friction generated when the two kinds of evil energy in the body merge brings a burning sensation that makes one feel as if their insides are being consumed by fire.

Fortunately, the cool vortex between my eyebrows played a huge role at this moment.

It slowly rotated on its own, emitting a cool sensation that protected my mind.

It allowed me to remain absolutely clear-headed amidst this intense pain, without showing the slightest sign of going astray.

When the morning sun shone into the room again the next day, the Xuan Yin Sha Crystal in my hand had completely lost its luster, turning into a pile of grayish-white powder that slipped through my fingers.

The malevolent energy within me has condensed to an extremely terrifying degree.

The mercury-like liquid that was originally filling my meridians was forcibly compressed back into my dantian, forming a dark purple vortex the size of a fist.

"Freeze!"

I let out a low roar in my heart, mobilizing all my mental energy and cool aura.

I tried to completely compress and solidify this vortex, transforming it into a true "destructive pill".

The vortex began to spin wildly.

Its volume was gradually compressed, and its color became darker and darker, faintly revealing an indestructible substance.

However, just when that vortex was compressed to a certain critical point.

Click.

A very faint, muffled sound, like a bowstring snapping, seemed to come from inside my body.

The malevolent energy that I had been suppressing so tightly suddenly rebounded as if it had lost some kind of core support.

Although I controlled it properly, it did not cause any serious backlash.

However, the evil energy that had already taken on a solid form dissipated again, returning to its previous extremely viscous, critical state between liquid and solid.

Failed.

I opened my eyes and exhaled a long breath of cold white mist.

The white mist condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air, which then fell onto the wooden floor with a crackling sound.

I looked down at my hands, feeling the malevolent energy within me—though it hadn't yet formed a malevolent core, it was more than twice as powerful as it had been before my seclusion—and shook my head helplessly.

Spiritual practice is indeed not something that can be achieved simply by closing oneself off and piling up resources.

The malevolent aura of the Corpse Stitchers originates from death energy and resentment.

My grandfather once mentioned that the mortician sews corpses and repairs the deathly aura, but what he seeks is that sliver of life.

Now it seems that the condensation of the evil pill requires not only a massive accumulation of evil energy, but also a certain opportunity.

Or rather, it is a deeper understanding and experience of life and death, and of malevolent energy.

Blindly pushing yourself to the limit will obviously not work once you reach this critical point.

It's like a pot of soup; you've added all the ingredients and water, but it's missing that final touch of "chance" – the perfect timing.

No matter how long I cook it, I can't get that flavor back.

However, I didn't feel particularly discouraged or irritable.

I have a mild personality, and my biggest advantage is that I don't like to dwell on things.

Since one cannot condense the evil pill through arduous cultivation, it means the time is not right. Forcing it will only backfire and lead to qi deviation.

"Fine, half-step Demon Core it is, it's still much better than before."

I muttered something to myself and stood up from the floor.

Afterwards, I went into the bathroom and took a long, refreshing hot shower.

After changing into a clean and neat black casual outfit and carefully putting away the scalpel and bone needles, I patted my cheeks in front of the mirror on the sink.

Since there's no point in going into seclusion, I've decided to stop dwelling on it.

After staying home for more than half a month, I should go and see what has become of the outside world of Jiangcheng.

Pushing open the security door of the rented room, the early summer sunlight was a bit dazzling.

I went downstairs and got into the modified Toyota Prado.

After turning the key, the engine let out a deep, powerful roar.

Gripping the steering wheel and looking at the bustling streets outside the windshield, I smiled.

"Go to the funeral home to report for duty and cancel your leave. I wonder if Director Wang has accumulated any tough issues over the past month."

Twenty minutes later, I turned the steering wheel and parked the car in the open-air parking lot of Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

I turned off the engine, opened the car door, got out, and took a deep breath of the familiar air.

My nerves, which had been tense due to the seclusion, completely relaxed.

As I entered the office building, I knocked directly on Director Wang's office door.

"Director Wang, I'm back to report for duty."

I pushed the door open and went in; the voice was still that same lukewarm tone.

Director Wang was buried in a pile of reports when he heard my voice and suddenly looked up.

After confirming that it was me who came in, his eyes lit up instantly, and his expression was as if he had seen a Bodhisattva who could save him from suffering.

"Oh, Xiao Chen! You're finally back! If you hadn't come back, I would have gone gray with worry!"

Director Wang pretended to rub his already receding hairline, then hurriedly stood up and pulled me outside.

"Come on, let's not talk about canceling the product yet, come with me to the cold storage."

In the past two weeks, the clinic has received several large orders, and the situation... well, apart from you, no one else would dare to perform acupuncture lightly.

I let him pull me along, and I felt quite calm.

Director Wang has always been like this; if you can help solve the problems he's facing, he's easier to talk to than anyone else.

Upon entering the basement, a chill swept over me.

Director Wang pointed to the mortuary bed covered with a white sheet in the middle and said in a low voice, "This was just brought here the day before yesterday. It was from a major multi-vehicle collision on the North City Expressway."

When the delivery arrived... there was basically only a bag of parts left.

The family is very wealthy, and they have only one request: no matter how much it costs, he must be allowed to leave this world with dignity.

Old Zhang tried it yesterday, and vomited as soon as he opened the bag. He's still on sick leave and resting at home.

I nodded, gesturing for Director Wang to go out first.