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

"Chen Yang, be careful!"

The compass needle in Li Qing's hand began to spin wildly. He shouted a warning and took several steps back.

I didn't say anything, but suddenly opened my eyes and gripped the knife handle with both hands at the same time.

Then, I focused my gaze on a small mound about ten meters away, made of discarded concrete fragments and soil.

"break!"

I let out a low shout, and with all my strength combined with the surging evil core within my body, I suddenly exerted force with both arms and slashed at that small mound from a distance!

As I moved, a crescent-shaped blade of light, two meters long and interwoven with dark gold and blood red, instantly detached from the blade.

The crescent-shaped blade of light, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound as it tore through the air, hurtled forward.

"Boom!"

A muffled, loud bang echoed through the quiet riverbank.

The terrifying blade of light struck the small mound without any hindrance.

The hard concrete fragments were as fragile as tofu in front of the blade, and were split in two.

Large amounts of soil and gravel were even thrown into the air by the violent blast wave.

Then it rained down again, "whoosh, whoosh."

When the smoke cleared and Li Qing shone his flashlight over, we were both stunned.

The small mound had been completely split in two.

Behind the mound, a terrifying ravine, seven or eight meters long and more than half a meter deep, suddenly appeared on the ground.

The edges of the ravine were charred black, as if burned by high temperatures, and were constantly emitting wisps of chilling aura.

"My goodness..."

Li Qing swallowed hard, took the compass, walked to the ditch, and took a closer look.

"Chen Yang, not only is the destructive power of your blade absurdly high, but it also contains an extremely strong Yin energy corrosive force!"

If that were to hit someone...

At this point, Li Qing stopped talking and shivered.

I slowly lowered the black knife I was holding, cutting off the supply of malevolent energy.

The light on the blade quickly dimmed, returning it to its ancient, dark, and dull appearance.

That last strike, though incredibly powerful, also drained nearly 40% of the evil energy reserves from my inner core.

In actual combat, I could only unleash this level of blade energy twice in a row before facing the danger of exhausting my killing intent.

However, that's enough.

This kind of killing move is meant to decide the outcome with a single blow; it can't be thrown around randomly like a regular slash.

Moreover, I am very clear in my heart that the true terror of this knife has not yet been revealed.

If I activate the protective aura, allowing the malevolent energy to permeate my limbs and bones, and then combine it with my left and right hands that have already been stitched together...

The power of a strike unleashed in that state would increase exponentially.

At that point, even if the three Wuxiang combined their strength to fight, they would probably perish on the spot.

"This knife is practically a killing machine tailor-made for you."

Li Qing walked back to my side, looked at the black knife in my hand, and sighed sincerely.

"With this thing in hand, if you encounter those ignorant evil cultivators again, you can just slash them with one stroke, saving you the trouble of sewing up the corpse."

I smiled and didn't refute it.

This knife is indeed a perfect match for my fighting style.

It can not only contain my raging jade-colored evil energy, but also transform the yin evil energy absorbed from the mass grave into attack power.

Most importantly, its silent nature allows me to use it in conjunction with my Qi manipulation techniques to control bone needles for assassinations.

The interplay of light and shadow, near and far, is enough to instill despair in any enemy.

"Alright, the testing is almost done. You should have a good understanding of the results."

I used the corner of my clothes as a rag to wipe away the dust that had gotten on the knife, then carefully wrapped it again in the black cloth I had brought with me and carried it on my back.

"This sword has too much malevolent energy. We need to find a way to make it a scabbard so that it doesn't affect the surrounding energy field."

I patted Li Qing on the shoulder and said in a calm tone.

"It's getting late, let's go."

I have to go back to work at the funeral home tomorrow; I bet Director Wang has a ton of mess to deal with.

"Alright, time to go back to the city and sleep!"

Li Qing yawned and removed the surrounding warning array.

Then, the two of us climbed into the SUV.

With the roar of the engine, we left the abandoned sand quarry and drove back into the misty night of Jiangcheng.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

At eight o'clock in the morning, I opened my eyes on time and sat up in bed.

After several hours of deep sleep, coupled with the autonomous operation of the evil energy core within his body, the evil energy consumed during the test of the knife at the sand quarry in the suburbs last night has been completely replenished.

The abundance of malevolent energy made me feel refreshed and invigorated.

After washing up, I walked to the corner of the bedroom.

In the corner, there were two boxes, one large and one small.

I first opened the jade box, and the snake egg was still lying quietly inside.

I reached out and gently stroked the eggshell with my finger, and I could clearly feel the steady, beating life inside.

After confirming that the snake egg was in good condition, I glanced at the purple wood spirit box next to me.

The six-winged golden centipede was fast asleep inside, looking very comfortable.

Afterwards, I changed into a clean set of casual clothes and opened the door.

As we walked into the lobby on the third floor, the deafening snoring could still be heard coming from Li Qing's room.

This kid stayed up all night with me to practice the knife; I doubt he'll be up until noon.

I didn't wake him up. I went downstairs, drove straight to the funeral home.

At 8:30 in the morning, the sky over Jiangcheng was somewhat overcast, and the air was slightly muggy.

After parking the car and clocking in, I walked along the employee entrance.

As soon as I reached the stairwell leading to the underground cold storage room on the first floor, I bumped into a familiar figure.

It's Lao Zhang.

After glancing at him, I frowned slightly.

Although Lao Zhang usually looks rather haggard, he seemed very out of sorts today.

At this moment, he was wearing a white coat, holding a stainless steel medical tray in his hand, leaning against the cold tile wall, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"Good morning, Lao Zhang."

I stopped and greeted them.

Upon hearing my voice, Old Zhang shuddered violently, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and almost dropped the tray in his hands.

He looked up at me, his face, which was already pale, now as white as a sheet of paper.

Not only that, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his eyes were covered with fine red blood vessels.

The area between the eyebrows was shrouded in a visible grayish-blue color.

"It's...it's Xiao Chen, good morning."

Old Zhang's voice was very dry and weak.

He avoided my gaze, seemingly unwilling to talk to me any longer, and tried to slip away along the wall with the tray in his hand.