Chapter 34: Corpse Cultivator Part 1

He Yongshi lowered his head and looked. In merely an instant, his body was already riddled with short blades.

The short blade at his neck had directly pierced through his throat. Blood beads slid along the blade’s edge, accumulating more and more. Before they could even drip off the blade, a chill had already spread from his throat, rapidly extending toward the other parts of his body.

In but an instant, every blade stabbed into He Yongshi’s body turned into an ice blade one by one. The ice blades sealed all the blood beads that were about to drip, forming crystalline blood droplets hanging from them like little red fruits growing amid the frost. Bo Xuenong carefully plucked off each ice crystal blood droplet, mumbling, “Don’t let your blood flow so fast. I haven’t killed your brother yet. If he smells the blood and doesn’t dare come back, that would be bad.”

Bo Xuenong didn’t even blink. Her movements as she harvested the ice crystal blood droplets were extremely gentle, not like she was killing someone at all, but more like she had passed by a spirit tree and was picking spirit fruits.

He Yongshi couldn’t understand why Bo Xuenong was here, nor could he fathom how she, clearly Shen Yanting’s disciple, killed with such proficiency and ease. He even suspected that in Bo Xuenong’s eyes, he wasn’t a living person at all, but a dead object, which was why she could so casually take his life.

The frost seeped into his flesh, gradually solidifying his blood throughout his body. His consciousness grew weaker and weaker, but one thought remained exceptionally clear.

Shen Yanting must have taken in the wrong disciple. Only a demonic cultivator would treat human life like weeds.

He wasn’t a good person either, but even he couldn’t kill with such a calm expression. Humans and livestock were different in the end.

As long as he told Shen Yanting, she would surely abandon Bo Xuenong and take another disciple. Then he would still have a chance, still have…

He Yongshi’s rigid fingers trembled slightly, slowly reaching toward Bo Xuenong. “You…”

A faint voice emerged from his throat, and there were no more words after that.

His life came to a complete end.

The frost completely enveloped him. A rich fragrance seeped out through the ice layer. Bo Xuenong’s nose twitched lightly as she greedily inhaled this aroma belonging to a feast of flesh and blood. She licked her lips, as if tasting a hint of sweet meat, and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. The gaze she directed at the ice sculpture grew colder and colder.

She had clearly used the Ice Blade Frost Technique to seal every inch of his skin, ensuring not a single drop of blood would flow from his body anymore. Yet the fragrance not only didn’t fade—it grew even richer.

Her blood roared for her to devour him.

Her mind urged her to break open the frost, seize He Yongshi’s neck, and take a bite.

Bo Xuenong touched He Yongshi’s throat through the ice layer, her fingertip tracing the weakest spot on his neck as she imagined the fresh sweetness of biting down.

No.

She couldn’t eat people.

Bo Xuenong raised her hand to shatter the ice sculpture and completely destroy the corpse.

Her hand paused just before touching He Yongshi. She suddenly thought that since He Yongda doted on He Yongshi so much, even willing to share spirit supplements with him, he might have planted a curse seal on He Yongshi. She had acted very quickly just now, so the curse seal probably hadn’t reacted, but if she completely destroyed He Yongshi’s body, it might alert He Yongda.

Bo Xuenong withdrew her hand and lightly waved her arm, pushing the ice sculpture into the corner.

The increased distance didn’t make the fragrance disappear. That unique, seductive aroma still wafted endlessly toward Bo Xuenong, stirring her sense of smell and igniting the cravings in her bloodline.

Her consciousness grew blurrier, but one conviction stood out clearly.

She couldn’t eat people.

She couldn’t do things Shen Yanting wouldn’t like.

Bo Xuenong pressed down on her wrist and turned her head away, no longer looking at He Yongshi. She had to wait here for He Yongda to return.

He Yongshi was easy to deal with, but He Yongda was different.

Number one on the Heavenly Pride List, a nascent soul stage cultivator.

The Tianxiu Catalogue didn’t record He Yongshi’s specific rank, but since he could rank first on the Heavenly Pride List, he couldn’t possibly be nascent soul early stage. He had already divided spirit supplements before—a complete spirit supplement could provide an unimaginable boost, certainly not insignificant.

Bo Xuenong’s gaze drifted around the room, searching for suitable spots to set up an array.

Her array skills were very average. To deal with He Yongda without alerting the Heavenly Feast Sect, she could only set up the array the instant he entered the room.

Bo Xuenong suddenly thought of the space Feng Jin had exchanged for, the one that could even block Shen Yanting’s divine sense. She immediately took out that jade token and gripped it lightly. The familiar panel appeared before her eyes again. The Punish Evil, Promote Good Panel had a new message.

【Assistant Bo Xuenong successfully killed Mid-Tier Evil Person He Yongshi, +50 points】

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Bo Xuenong had underestimated He Yongshi. She hadn’t expected that in just a few days after leaving the Imperial Serenity Sect, he had advanced from early stage evil person to mid-tier evil person. Back when he was still at the Imperial Serenity Sect, Feng Jin had only gotten five points for crippling him. Now, his life alone provided her, as assistant, with fifty points.

The Heavenly Feast Sect really was a great place to nurture people.

Even a foundation establishment cultivator could become a mid-tier evil person. If he kept growing, becoming a peerless evil person would be just around the corner.

If Shen Yanting knew she had killed such a vicious person, she might even praise her.

A flash of delight passed through Bo Xuenong’s eyes. In her peripheral vision, she suddenly noticed that the Punish Evil, Promote Good Panel had added quite a few names. Unlike the fixed targets in the Love Firmer Than Gold Panel, the Punish Evil, Promote Good Panel’s targets refreshed at any time, with the speed depending on how quickly the System encountered evil persons.

Previously, when Feng Jin stayed at the Imperial Serenity Sect without stepping out, it could only refresh low-tier evil persons from within the sect. The targets changed very slowly—even a dead name like Guan Caimei’s still occupied a spot. Now that Bo Xuenong had just arrived at the Heavenly Feast Sect, all the targets had been replaced. The lowest were now mid-tier evil persons worth fifty points to her; all the low-tier ones had been brushed off.

Bo Xuenong counted them. The Love Firmer Than Gold Panel had twenty-two people in total, and the Punish Evil, Promote Good Panel could have at most twenty-two at once.

Among these twenty-four new ones, she only recognized He Yongshi and He Yongda.

Without surprise, He Yongda’s name was gold.

It showed just how much he deserved to die.

Nascent soul.

She hadn’t killed one yet.

It would surely be satisfying.

Bo Xuenong circulated her spiritual power lightly. The bottleneck at golden core peak had already been torn open by Guan Caimei’s death last time. After just killing He Yongshi, that tear had grown even larger. Once she killed He Yongda, she might break through to nascent soul. She didn’t want to take shortcuts, but since Shen Yanting had permitted her to kill, she wouldn’t let a single one go.

Bo Xuenong wasn’t worried at all about failing to kill He Yongda.

She had her own trump cards.

The fragrance was still too enticing.

Bo Xuenong’s gaze lingered on the System Panel for a moment before she couldn’t help turning toward He Yongshi. The persistent blood fragrance still tormented her nerves. Bo Xuenong tried her utmost to suppress the urge to pounce, biting her lip tightly to restrain the impulse.

As that craving grew stronger, Bo Xuenong suddenly heard a voice. “Do you want to eat him?”

The sudden female voice rang out right behind Bo Xuenong. It was very close and clear. A faint chill crept up her spine, and all the hairs on her body stood on end. With her cultivation, she hadn’t detected anyone entering the room or approaching her from behind at all. She spread out her divine sense, gauging the woman’s distance from her.

A short blade appeared in her hand, and she whirled around, stabbing toward the suddenly appeared woman.

The short blade didn’t strike the woman—it hit a suddenly appeared ice sculpture, scraping off chunks of ice shards.

Bo Xuenong looked closely and saw that this ice sculpture was actually He Yongshi. The eyes of the He Yongshi sealed inside, which had been forced shut, now opened, filled with a crimson glow, as if he had come back to life.

How was this possible?

Bo Xuenong felt it strange. She reached out to grab the woman standing behind He Yongshi. Before she touched her, He Yongshi’s ice-encased head smashed forward. Bo Xuenong retreated several steps before realizing that thin strands of gray spiritual mist had formed lines piercing through the ice sculpture, binding different parts of He Yongshi’s body.

With just a twitch of the woman’s fingers, He Yongshi moved according to her will.

Corpse control?

What kind of ability was this?

Bo Xuenong had never seen a cultivator who controlled corpses before, and Shen Yanting had never mentioned it.