The Quest for Immortality

Once someone started, the rest of the cultivators all went with the flow.

Even those who initially claimed they had no secrets revealed their trump cards.

"I hail from the Han Family and possess a Spirit Enhancement Pill. After consumption, my cultivation will increase to the Middle Phase of Foundation Establishment within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea..."

"Zhang Family, Zhang Zifan, my ancestor gave me a Fiery Flame Burning Sky Formation..."

"Dou Family, Dou Changbao, I have a Second-Grade Spirit Binding Net that can hold four Iron Corpses at the same time..."

"I come from a humble clan, merely chanced upon a High-Grade Second Rank Spirit Explosion Jade Rune by coincidence, which possesses the power of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator’s spell..."

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"I have a Clear Wind Screen that can purge... the Corpse Poison of Iron Corpses of Second Grade and above..."

Someone finally couldn’t help cursing, "Why the hell didn’t you bring it out sooner?"

"This is for saving my own life, how could I bear to part with it?"

"You’re really damn stingy!"

"I’m not giving it to you now..."

"No... brother, big brother, I was wrong, just pretend I was farting..."

...

Amidst the noisy quarreling...

Essentially all the cultivators present, from different state boundaries, noble clans, and sects, displayed one or two trump cards.

Yang Jishan silently took notes and nodded his head.

He knew everyone must still be holding back, but that’s only human nature. In managing a coordinated effort, it’s inevitable that each person harbors their own intentions.

The trump cards currently revealed were already sufficient.

Mo Hua likewise widened his eyes in amazement.

During the previous battles led by the Taoist Soldiers, these clan and sect cultivators performed modestly while providing cover.

He had thought these clan cultivators, if not totally inept, were at least somewhat mediocre.

Only now did he understand why:

First, battles involving groups of cultivators are indeed different from solo combat, and many techniques are hard to utilize.

Second, they all had their own little calculations, and they didn’t plan on using their good items for the extermination of the Corpse Mine.

Mo Hua’s eyes sparkled.

This was like reaping wool, as long as you were willing to reap, there would always be rewards.

These matters, if not mentioned by Leader Yang, he himself would have no knowledge of them.

Mo Hua felt as if his knowledge had grown...

...

The cultivators present had various trump cards.

There were Spiritual Artifacts, Pills, Runes, Formations, Spells, and more.

Yang Jishan categorized them and coordinated arrangements.

He was determined to employ these methods precisely, to swiftly eradicate the horde of the undead and suppress the Corpse King!

Once everything was settled, Yang Jishan’s next task was to understand the topography of the Graveyard Mountain.

Several cultivators from the Taoist Court with powerful Divine Senses began to scan the mountain with their Divine Senses.

However, after scanning for a long time, they still couldn’t uncover much.

Just like the mines, the Graveyard Mountain was heavy with Filthy Qi, which hindered the Divine Sense.

Furthermore, there were Formations everywhere.

The auras of these Formations were obscure and intertwined with the Filthy Qi of the mountains, making them difficult to distinguish.

Thus, the map that was drawn was quite rudimentary.

It could only roughly outline the topography, indicate where the Corpse Qi was dense, where there might be Formations, and the likely type of Formation, etc...

These vague details weren’t very helpful.

Yang Jishan furrowed his brows and suddenly thought of Mo Hua. He approached Mo Hua with the map and asked:

"Little brother, can you discern what kinds of Formations are present within this Graveyard Mountain?"

"Let me see..."

Mo Hua took the map, then looked towards the distant, gloomy and dark Graveyard Mountain, his Divine Sense stirring slightly as he began to calculate.

As he calculated, he muttered to himself and then commenced drawing on a piece of paper, altering and correcting his work.

He drew things that Yang Jishan couldn’t understand.

Yang Jishan didn’t dare interrupt Mo Hua, so he silently watched from the side.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua’s gaze brightened as he started to make marks on the map.

His markings noted the names of Formations, as well as the Formation Method Classification, Formation Patterns, and the important details about the Formation eye, Formation Pivot, and Formation media used.

He even roughly indicated the numbers of Iron Corpses and Walking Corpses in areas with dense Corpse Qi.

The entire Graveyard Mountain was clear at a glance.

Yang Jishan was stunned.

He really wanted to ask Mo Hua how he managed to figure it out, but on second thought, asking such questions made him, the leader, seem rather inept.

And even if Mo Hua explained, would he understand it?

At least he hadn’t understood a thing Mo Hua said before...

Let it be, distrust those you do not employ, and trust those you do.

Yang Jishan sighed, feeling a sense of relief.

It was fortunate that on this journey, they had this young cultivator; otherwise, the eradication of the Corpse Mine might not have gone so smoothly.

After Yang Jishan left, Mo Hua furrowed his brows.

There was something that puzzled him.

With the Graveyard Mountain full of Zombies, setting aside the Walking Corpses, how did those Iron Corpses come to be?

Several neighboring state boundaries were all Second Grade. Stay tuned for updates on empire

In a Second-Grade Prefecture, cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage were the limit.

From where did Lu Chengyun obtain these dozens of Foundation Building bodies to refine into Iron Corpses?

Furthermore, these Iron Corpses were clearly refined a long time ago.

The older the year, the more potent the Corpse Poison.

Mo Hua frowned and pondered, suddenly a thought struck him.

Minor Hidden Spirit Sect!

He remembered Instructor Yan mentioning that the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect was once a quite powerful Formation Sect in the region, having produced many Foundation Building Cultivators, but gradually fell into decline.

Until later, when Lu Chengyun betrayed the Sect, murdered his master, and stole the Formation, causing the Sect to disband.

But even after disbanding, the Sect’s graveyard remained.

Within it lay the bodies of generations of Foundation Building Cultivators from the Sect.

Thinking this, Mo Hua felt a chill.

During his observations of the past few days, he noticed that besides the intense Corpse Qi, the physical bodies of the Iron Corpses in the Graveyard Mountain were not particularly strong. Moreover, their arms were symmetrical, and their fingers slender.

Apparently, most of them had been Formation Masters in life...

It could be that Lu Chengyun’s act of killing his master was not an impulsive one but had been premeditated for a long time.