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

I immediately closed my eyes, cleared my mind of all distractions, and began to fully circulate the Mountain-Shaking Force that Guan the Blind Man had taught me.

The Mountain-Shaking Force is an extremely domineering body-refining technique.

The aim is to strengthen bones, muscles, and internal organs by squeezing and tempering the blood and qi.

But ever since he learned the basics from Guan the Blind, he has hardly made any further progress in this skill.

Because subsequent cultivation requires a large amount of precious medicinal herbs or rare and precious natural treasures to replenish the energy and blood consumed.

I've never been able to find the time to work on it, or rather, I haven't put much effort into this technique.

Because I know that my cultivation is fundamentally based on malevolent energy, and strong blood and qi are just icing on the cake.

But in the current situation, the one thing I have in abundance is qi and blood.

As the Mountain-Shaking Force spread throughout his body, the violent energy of blood and qi finally found an outlet.

Guided by the technique, they began to frantically wash over my bones and muscles.

I could clearly hear a series of teeth-grinding "crackling" sounds coming from inside my body.

That was the sound of bones rapidly increasing in density under the nourishment of abundant blood and qi, and muscle fibers instantly reorganizing after being torn, becoming even thicker and stronger.

This strengthening process is accompanied by unimaginable pain.

It felt like someone was slowly smashing all my bones with a heavy hammer, and then rebuilding them with molten iron.

I gritted my teeth and remained silent, frantically urging my cultivation technique forward.

With an extremely abundant, even excessive, supply of Qi and blood, my Mountain-Shaking Strength realm began to climb upwards at a rocket-like speed.

Originally, I was just starting out, but after only a dozen minutes, I felt my skin become as tough as cowhide.

This is the mark of achieving a minor mastery of the "Mountain-Shaking Strength" technique.

Immediately afterwards, the power of Qi and blood began to penetrate deep into the internal organs.

My heartbeat became deep and powerful, like a drumbeat, each beat pumping a massive amount of blood and energy throughout my body.

The energy and blood within my body are increasing rapidly, and my physical strength is also growing stronger at a visible rate.

Normally, such a surge in strength would be something to be happy about.

But now, all I feel is an increasingly heavy sense of crisis.

Because the vital energy surging from the dead wood seemed inexhaustible.

No matter how fast I circulated the Mountain-Shaking Force, no matter how much my body absorbed, the power transmitted through the bone needles showed no signs of weakening; on the contrary, it seemed to be growing stronger.

I am, after all, just a mortal being.

Even though my Mountain-Shaking Strength level is constantly breaking through, there is still a limit to the total amount of Qi and blood that my physical body can accommodate and digest.

This is like continuously filling a balloon with water.

Although the balloon can expand to accommodate the incoming water in a short period of time, there is still a limit to how far it can go.

After half an hour.

I have finally reached my limit.

Tiny beads of blood began to seep from the surface of my skin.

That's a sign that the subcutaneous capillaries have ruptured because they couldn't withstand the excessive blood and qi pressure.

My eyes began to bloodshot, my vision turned blood red, and the throbbing pain in my veins was on the verge of numbness.

The speed at which I can currently control the Mountain-Shaking Force has been reached.

If I go even a minute faster, I risk going mad.

Meanwhile, the vital energy within the withered wood continues to flow in.

At this critical moment of life and death, my five senses became exceptionally sharp due to extreme blood flow.

I suddenly noticed a very subtle fluctuation less than two meters away from me.

With difficulty, I turned my eyes and, through my bloodshot vision, looked at the grayish-white snake egg that I had placed on the bedside table not far away.

This subtle fluctuation was actually emitted by the snake egg itself!

Its originally dull surface now showed a very faint bluish halo.

The snake egg was trembling slightly, and that trembling conveyed an extremely strong emotion.

eager!

It yearned for the immense power of vital energy that filled the entire room.

Following the bone needle, the snake egg also started to move on its own because of this piece of dead wood!

At that moment, the divination that Master Liu had told me suddenly flashed through my mind.

Jiangcheng, the corpse-stitching man.

Is this little guy trying to find a glimmer of hope for himself?

With that in mind, I didn't hesitate at all.

I suddenly stretched out my left hand, mustered the last bit of strength in my body, and leaned forward.

He pressed his left palm heavily onto the gray-white snake egg on the headboard.

"Buzz!"

The moment my left hand touched the snake eggshell, a strange connection was established.

I immediately stopped forcibly channeling the excess qi and blood into my limbs and bones, and instead guided it all to my left arm.

That immense power of blood and qi poured wildly towards the snake egg through the meridians strengthened by the Self-Sewing Technique.

At this moment, the snake egg was like a bottomless pit that had dried up for countless years.

The moment it received this energy of blood and qi, it unleashed an extremely terrifying absorption ability.

The snake egg absorbed qi and blood much faster than I could digest them using the Mountain-Shaking Force, even to an absurd degree.

It not only absorbed all the Qi and blood I transmitted, but also generated a force that drew me back, helping to relieve the enormous pressure accumulated in the meridians of my right arm.

In just a few seconds, the bloating and pain that felt like my body was about to burst was greatly relieved.

Looks like I guessed right?

I exhaled a long breath of foul air, the smell of blood filling my lungs, and my tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

At this point, a strange balance had been achieved.

The withered tree channeled its vital energy into my right hand.

My body has become a transit station at this moment.

While passively absorbing a small portion of Qi and blood to strengthen his physical body through the use of the Mountain-Shaking Force, he also directed the vast majority of the violent Qi and blood power to his left hand.

The snake egg devoured all the vital energy in a ravenous manner.

Output, transit, absorption.

I remained in that position, not daring to move an inch.

I was simply focused on maintaining the flow of Qi and blood within my body, ensuring that this power would not get out of control again.

Time passed by, second by second.

The room was so quiet that the only sounds were my breathing and the occasional, extremely faint "thump-thump" sound coming from inside the snake egg.

As it absorbs more and more blood and energy, the color of the grayish-white snake egg begins to change.

The original lifeless grayish-white color gradually faded, replaced by a warm, jade-like hue.

The fine lines on the eggshell surface also began to emit a faint bluish glow.

I don't know how much vital energy was sealed within this piece of dead wood; all I know is that this process lasted a very long time.

From late at night until the first light of dawn appeared outside the window.

The moon sets, the sun rises.

As the first rays of dawn shone into the living room through the gap in the curtains, I felt the immense power of blood and energy emanating from my right hand finally begin to weaken.

It's like a tap being slowly turned off; the violent impact gradually subsides and eventually becomes a thin stream.

About ten minutes later...

"Click."

A very faint cracking sound came from below.