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

The edges of the wound were very smooth, and there was even a faint but sharp magical fluctuation remaining.

These wounds could not have been caused by the claws of a zombie or the bites of a venomous insect.

It looked more like it had been pierced directly by some sharp weapon or by a powerful magic user.

Grandpa's face was as pale as paper, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth.

With each breath he took, his chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that the severe internal injury had seriously affected his foundation.

At this moment, he knelt on one knee on the altar, his hands rapidly forming a series of complex hand seals.

He forcefully channeled his domineering, dark red aura into the nine bronze chains on the ground.

Just then, Grandpa suddenly coughed violently a few times and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the stone coffin in front of him, which was not yet fully closed, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

"Those beasts from the Sang family ancestors... the sins they committed hundreds of years ago, and they still leave behind such a scourge..."

Grandpa's voice was hoarse and deep, echoing in the empty square, every word reaching my consciousness.

"Using the techniques from the 'Sang Clan's Heavenly Garment Strategy,' he sacrificed the souls of a thousand people, stitched together the bones of a hundred beasts, and fused with the most potent poisons from the Miao region, attempting to create an immortal and wicked corpse..."

That's utterly delusional!

Grandpa gritted his teeth, his hand seals becoming increasingly rapid, and dark red malevolent energy spread across the chains like burning flames.

He stared intently at the stone coffin, his tone filled with deep regret and resentment:

"If I hadn't been tricked by those bastards before I came to Old Bear Ridge, and hadn't suffered this irreversible injury..."

Today, I will utterly crush you, you monster, into dust! Now…

With my crippled body, I can only barely set up this trapping formation to suppress you here…”

Following my grandfather's murderous gaze, my consciousness finally "saw" the scene inside the stone coffin.

It was a terrifying body that would give anyone a nightmare just by looking at it.

It was dressed in tattered, elaborate clothing that was typically worn by Miao nobles hundreds of years ago.

Furthermore, it is larger than the average person.

The exposed skin was covered with dense, bluish scales the size of a baby's palm.

What's most chilling is that its body surface is covered with countless rough and ugly suture lines.

These sutures appeared to be made of some kind of unknown animal sinew, forcibly splicing together limbs that were clearly not human into this body.

This is the evil corpse that the Sang family ancestor refined a hundred years ago, as Grandpa mentioned.

As the grandfather cast his final hand seal, the nine bronze chains, like giant pythons that came to life, tightly coiled around the stone coffin.

Then, they forcefully pushed the frantically struggling evil corpse back down.

As the coffin lid slammed shut, all the illusions shattered instantly, like a broken mirror.

"call--"

I suddenly opened my eyes and exhaled a long breath.

As the illusion shattered and my consciousness returned, the first thing that came to mind was a crucial word.

That was what my grandfather said: "The Sang Family's Heavenly Garment Strategy".

This almost confirms that the Sang family's Heavenly Garment Strategy and the Chen family's Heavenly Garment Strategy that I currently possess are completely different things.

Moreover, the Heavenly Garment Strategy I learned does not contain any techniques related to the Corpse Refining Method.

Thinking of this, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Chen, how are you? Are you alright?"

Zhang Xuanqing, who had been standing by my side, intently watching over me, immediately asked with concern when I opened my eyes.

He slightly raised the longsword in his hand, ready to deal with any potential danger.

I calmed the surging jade-colored evil energy within me and withdrew my hand from the bronze chain.

"I'm fine, Master Zhang."

I turned my head and looked at Zhang Xuanqing.

"Through the residual aura on this seal, I saw some fragments of memories of the senior who left the seal back then."

Here, I deliberately concealed my grandfather's identity.

Sometimes keeping some secrets that don't affect the overall situation can prevent a lot of trouble at crucial moments.

"Oh? Can you see what's inside now?"

A glint of light flashed in Zhang Xuanqing's eyes as he asked eagerly.

I nodded and calmly recounted the information I had organized in my mind:

"I see clearly. What's being suppressed here isn't some ancient god or demon."

Rather, it was a demonic corpse created by the Sang family's ancestor hundreds of years ago.

I paused for a moment, then continued, "In that senior's memory, he said that the Sang family's method of refining corpses came from the 'Heavenly Garment Strategy'."

They used the methods recorded on it to sacrifice the souls of thousands of people.

Then, the bones and limbs of various ferocious beasts, combined with the Gu techniques of the Miao region, were forcibly sewn onto a human body.

This thing is covered in bluish scales and is probably extremely poisonous.

Upon hearing this, anger flashed in Zhang Xuanqing's eyes:

"They sacrificed the souls of a thousand people and stitched up the corpses with animal bones and poison? The Sang family is truly depraved!"

No wonder this yin energy is mixed with such a strong evil!

"However, Master Zhang, there is a very crucial piece of information."

I looked into Zhang Xuanqing's eyes and added a sentence.

"The senior who set up the seal back then had already suffered very serious injuries before he came to Old Bear Ridge."

I saw a penetrating wound in his abdomen, with strong magical energy lingering around the edges, clearly indicating he had been ambushed by another powerful opponent.

I pointed to the altar beneath my feet and continued my analysis:

"That senior said in the afterimage that because he was seriously injured, he was no longer able to completely kill this evil corpse."

That's why they had to settle for second best and painstakingly set up this seal.

In other words…

Zhang Xuanqing was incredibly clever; he immediately understood my meaning, and his previously serious eyes lit up instantly.

"In other words, this evil corpse is not an invincible being!"

Zhang Xuanqing slapped his thigh, his voice filled with excitement.

"Back then, even when that senior was severely injured, he was still able to suppress him."

The fact that this evil corpse has been sealed for so long indicates that it is definitely in a weakened state.

"Brother Chen, your intelligence is extremely important!"

Zhang Xuanqing looked at me with admiration in his eyes.

"Since this thing isn't some invincible demon god, then there's definitely a chance to kill it."

And our current configuration...

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Xuanqing gripped the longsword in his hand, its blade crackling with lightning.

"This deal is definitely worth it!"

I watched Zhang Xuanqing make this decision and nodded slightly.

After all, this choice aligns with my style of doing things.

Never drag things out if you can eliminate future problems completely.