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

"This isn't acknowledging your brother's kindness; it's practically an attempt to murder him."

After slapping my hand away, Li Qing muttered something while patting the dust off his buttocks.

"Thank goodness my shield is thick enough, otherwise you'd be burning paper money at my grave this time next year."

When Jin Wanliang came over, he couldn't stop laughing: "Li Qing, you can't say that."

The stronger Brother Chen is, the more confident we brothers will be in Jiangcheng, right?

After a whole night of running around, my stomach is growling with hunger.

I know a famous old-fashioned mutton soup dumpling place nearby; it's absolutely delicious. I'm treating today, as a way of celebrating for Brother Chen!

By this time, the sky was fully bright, and the early summer morning breeze carried a pleasant coolness on my skin.

The three of us didn't say anything more about the conflicts in the martial arts world.

Lu Yan is still at Longhu Mountain and hasn't returned yet. We can't get involved in the matter of the Northwest Guardian for the time being, so we might as well not bother ourselves.

At the breakfast stall, we each finished three large bowls of mutton soup and ate two baskets of steaming hot buns before we parted ways, completely satisfied.

Over the next few days, my life returned to that calm and regular rhythm.

During the day, I am still the taciturn mortician at Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

Every day, I face one cold corpse after another, using my needle and thread to mend their last vestiges of dignity in life.

However, now that I have broken through to the Sha Dan realm, sewing up ordinary corpses is no longer a challenge for me.

I don't even need to consciously circulate my evil energy; I can easily suppress the faint resentment remaining on the corpse simply by relying on the natural flow of my aura.

In the evening, after returning to my rented room, I began to devote myself wholeheartedly to refining and solidifying my new level of understanding.

The condensation of the Killing Pill is not just a surge in my total internal energy, but a leap in my level of life.

I discovered that, in addition to the terrifying increase in my physical strength, the most noticeable change was that my mental strength had also increased dramatically.

In the middle of the night in my rented room, I sat cross-legged on the bed without turning on the light.

With a thought, the black bone needle silently slid out from my sleeve and hovered in front of me.

When I was at the half-step Demon Core stage, although I was already able to skillfully use the Qi control techniques recorded in the Heavenly Garment Strategy, my mental strength and the support of demonic energy were limited at that time.

Although I was able to use my Qi to control the willow-leaf blade for ranged attacks at that time, I couldn't control the bone needles as precisely as I could with the willow-leaf blade.

The reason is that my mental strength is insufficient to support me in multitasking.

For me at that time, this was a negative improvement in combat power.

Therefore, I have always focused on close combat with the willow-leaf dagger, using bone needles as the main means of controlling and manipulating qi.

but now……

I turned to look at the old leather suitcase on the bedside table.

That was a memento left to me by my grandfather. It contained a complete set of scalpels, thirty-six in total, passed down from him.

Besides the one I always carry with me that I find most handy and sharpest, there are thirty-five other swords lying quietly in the box.

I took a deep breath, and my vast and pure spiritual energy spread out like invisible tentacles, reaching into the suitcase.

"Rise." I slowly uttered a single word.

"Zheng—"

A crisp, clear sound of a knife ringing out rang out in the silent room.

The lid of the suitcase was lifted open by an invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, a willow-leaf dagger gleaming with a chilling light seemed to come alive, slowly rising from the box and flying to my front, hovering in mid-air alongside the black bone needle.

I closed my eyes and divided my mental energy in two.

Half of his spiritual power, mixed with malevolent energy, was injected into the black bone needle, while the other half was attached to the willow-leaf knife.

"go."

My thoughts stirred slightly.

In an instant, two streaks of light, one black and one silver, suddenly lit up the cramped rented room.

The black bone needles moved through the air like ghosts, silent yet possessing a chilling penetrating power.

The willow-leaf dagger resembled a silver dragon, its blade slicing through the air with an extremely faint hissing sound.

Two deadly weapons were at my disposal, moving freely within the rented apartment.

They sometimes fly in crisscrossing patterns, sometimes attack from the front and back, and can even make sudden stops and turns in mid-air that defy the laws of physics.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest sense of sluggishness.

Most importantly, when I was simultaneously controlling these two items to carry out high-intensity simulated attacks, I did not feel any pressure from mental exhaustion or depletion of my killing energy.

"Multitasking is effortless."

I opened my eyes and looked at the two deadly weapons, one black and one silver, hovering in front of me. A bright glint flashed in my eyes.

Moreover, I can sense that this isn't even my limit.

I turned my head and looked again at the leather case containing thirty-five scalpels, and my heart involuntarily quickened.

If... if my mental strength and malevolent energy could continue to grow, could I control even more at the same time?

Could he even make all thirty-six willow-leaf daggers fly into the air?

At that time, a rain of swords will pour down from the sky. With such destructive power, even if General Zuo were to be resurrected, he would probably be minced into a bloody pulp.

I suppressed my excitement and carefully put the bone needles and scalpel away again.

One must eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. I have just broken through to the next level, and being overly ambitious is a major taboo in spiritual practice.

Besides my own cultivation, I occasionally check on that snake egg.

Since absorbing the immense blood and energy released from the mysterious withered tree of the Lan family, it is now able to circulate its demonic energy on its own, and the vitality inside the egg is becoming increasingly vigorous.

Just as I had guessed, it no longer requires me to cut my finger and feed it a drop of blood every seven days, as I used to.

This is a wonderful thing for both me and it.

Time slipped away quietly in this calm and unhurried process.

About a week later, the evil pill in my body had completely stabilized.

The wisp of dark golden lightning pattern was completely integrated into the operating trajectory of the evil pill, and there was no longer any risk of conflict or rampage.

it's time.

That evening, I stood at the window of my rented room, watching the lights of thousands of homes gradually come on outside, and Lei Zhenshan's face involuntarily appeared in my mind.

"Come to the capital to find me the day you condense your Demon Core."

Lei Zhenshan's extremely serious tone and heavy hand gesture at that time still seem vivid in my mind.

parents.

These two words were once extremely distant and vague concepts to me.

From childhood to adulthood, only my grandfather and that tattered book, Tianyi Ce, have been with me.