Burial Furnace

It hadn't been long since it got dark when Zhang Yuan received several orders.

They were all Foundation Establishment stage corpses, most likely perished in the secret realm.

Some of the corpses were still wearing tattered armor, covered with knife marks and claw marks, while others were so badly unrecognizable that their faces were completely obscured, clearly indicating that they had experienced an extremely brutal battle.

Each corpse brought him more or less primal power, increasing his lifespan by more than six months.

Night was falling.

The hustle and bustle of the street gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional bark of a dog and the chirping of insects in the distance.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting dappled shadows on the floor like an ink wash painting.

Zhang Yuan sat behind the counter, leisurely reading some books.

The door was pushed open.

A rich fragrance wafted in on the night breeze. Unlike the sweet scent of ordinary cosmetics, it was a clear and subtle fragrance, like some unknown flower blooming in a deep mountain valley, which invigorated the spirit.

Then a female nun walked in.

Wearing a black bodysuit, her exquisite and curvaceous figure was on full display.

Her waist was so slender it seemed like it could be grasped in one hand, her chest was full and firm, and her buttocks were high and round.

Her steps were light and graceful, each step carrying an indescribable charm, as if she were walking on clouds, or dancing a silent dance.

Her face was covered by a black veil, revealing only her eyes.

Those eyes were clear as water, yet deep as a pool, as if they held endless stories.

The aura emanating from her was immense, like an invisible mountain pressing down on Zhang Yuan's heart.

Definitely at the Golden Core Realm!

Zhang Yuan was secretly delighted.

This female cultivator was definitely here for the first time, which shows that her crematorium is becoming more and more famous, even attracting Golden Core cultivators.

"Boss, dispose of the body." Her voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of jade colliding, yet it carried a hint of languor, making it exceptionally pleasant to listen to.

Zhang Yuan immediately led her into the cremation hall.

The masked female cultivator glanced around, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

Without saying much, she took out three corpses from her spatial ring and casually threw them into the furnace.

Dark golden flames erupted instantly, engulfing the three corpses.

The flames leaped and crackled.

Just then, the Immortal Transformation Furnace sent a message directly into Zhang Yuan's mind: "A special bead has been detected inside the corpse. It is a low-grade spiritual artifact. Should it be cremated as well?"

Zhang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly responded in his mind: "Don't cremate him, keep him."

He was overjoyed; he had finally encountered another corpse hiding treasure.

This extra income was what he looked forward to most.

That's how he obtained his Shadowless Ring. It was far better than a storage bag, especially since it contained quite a few treasures at the time.

Moments later, the three corpses turned to ashes.

Three rich streams of primordial energy surged into Zhang Yuan's body like a tide, warm and abundant, instantly increasing his lifespan by eighteen years.

This masked female cultivator was indeed at the Golden Core stage, and she must be ruthless and merciless, killing without hesitation.

Otherwise, how could they possibly take out three Golden Core corpses to cremate at once?

"Boss, I only have three high-grade spirit stones." The masked female cultivator took out three high-grade spirit stones from her spatial ring and placed them on the table next to her.

Zhang Yuan secretly curled his lip in his heart.

How could a Golden Core cultivator only have three high-grade spirit stones?

The other party simply doesn't want to pay; they want to take advantage of the situation.

"Senior, as you know, our shop's profit margins are very thin; we're almost at the point of bankruptcy." Zhang Yuan said with a bitter face, feigning difficulty, "Three high-grade spirit stones to cremate three Golden Core corpses... that price is simply..."

"I know. You're waging a price war with the Spirit Talisman Pavilion," the masked female cultivator interrupted him, her tone flat. "But I really don't have any spirit stones left. How about I settle the debt with my first kiss?"

Before she could finish speaking, her ears turned slightly red, as if they had been lightly rouged. The blush spread from the base of her ears to the tips.

"I don't have such rules here." Zhang Yuan looked at her exquisite and curvaceous body, and at her luscious and sexy lips. He felt his throat go dry and his heart beat faster involuntarily.

He felt utterly absurd—a female cultivator at the Golden Core stage actually had her first kiss?

Do I have to pay with my first kiss?

"How could there not be? Didn't Mu Qingqing pay with her first kiss?" the masked woman said confidently.

Zhang Yuan was taken aback: "You know Mu Qingqing?"

The other party was a Golden Core cultivator, while Mu Qingqing was a Qi Refining cultivator; they didn't seem like they could possibly know each other.

"I saw that although her talent was only average, she had a very resilient character. So, I took her as my disciple." The masked female cultivator explained, while sighing, her tone tinged with helplessness. "However, I am also a rogue cultivator and don't have many resources to nurture her."

In reality, for independent cultivators, three high-grade spirit stones are an immense fortune.

Her reluctance is understandable.

"I see. It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together." Zhang Yuan suddenly realized. "How is she now?"

"She's now at the ninth level of Qi Refining and is training in a relatively safe place while also looking for opportunities," the masked female cultivator said. "I entered the secret realm this time to help her find Foundation Establishment Pills, but I couldn't find any, so I can only try to gather spirit stones to buy them."

"May I ask your honorable name, senior?" Zhang Yuan asked, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Um... my name is Feng Qianyu." The masked female cultivator was slightly embarrassed, and her voice lowered a few decibels.

"Feng Qianyu? What a nice name." Zhang Yuan praised, then nodded. "Alright then. Come with me."

A female cultivator at the Golden Core stage wanted to repay a debt with her first kiss, and he, a mere cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining, could not refuse no matter what.

Moreover, the other party was Mu Qingqing's master, so they had some connection.

He led her into the lounge.

Feng Qianyu stood in the center of the room, hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes, raised her pretty face, and looked shyly waiting.

Her eyelashes were long, casting a row of fine shadows under the light, trembling slightly like butterfly wings.

Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving, clearly indicating that she was not as calm as she appeared.

Zhang Yuan looked at her luscious red lips, and through the thin veil, he could vaguely see the perfect shape of her lips.

He approached and said softly, "May I remove my veil? Mu Qingqing didn't wear a veil before."

Instantly, he smelled a rich, alluring fragrance.

Feng Qianyu's eyelashes trembled even more violently.

She hesitated for a long time before raising her delicate hand and slowly removing her veil.

Suddenly, an unparalleled beauty was revealed.

Her features were so exquisite that they seemed to be God's most prized masterpiece.

The eyebrows are like distant mountains shrouded in mist, neither too thick nor too thin, just right;

The bridge of the nose is straight and the lines are beautiful;

Her lips were full and plump, like ripe cherries, with an alluring sheen.

Especially her eyes, clear yet with a hint of shyness, like the bright moon reflected in a mountain spring, exceptionally charming.

Her skin was as white as snow, and under the light of the luminous pearl, it shone with a jade-like luster, so delicate that no pores could be seen.