Chapter 482: Corpse King

There's a lot of detail about refining corpses...

It's true that outsiders only see the spectacle, while insiders know the intricacies.

Mo Hua's mind stirred slightly, and he continued in a deep voice:

"Then I'll test you again. Suppose... I refine a corpse that can command a group of corpses. What should this 'corpse' be called?"

"Command a group of corpses..."

Lu Ming frowned, thought for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly: "I don't remember very clearly..."

Mo Hua said: "Open book exam. You can go and look through the classics."

Lu Ming was a little confused, "Open book?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, appearing very tolerant, saying he would let him look through books if he couldn't answer and wouldn't make things difficult for him.

Lu Ming was still a bit moved.

He immediately took out several books on refining corpses from his storage bag, searched through them, then said hesitantly:

"There... there are several kinds..."

"Some are called 'Bell Corpses', where the control bell for corpses is refined inside the zombie body, used to control other zombies..."

"Some are called 'Lamp Corpses', using the corpse as a lamp, burning oil to lead the way..."

"There's also one kind called 'Corpse King'..."

"Corpse King?"

Mo Hua's expression showed a slight surprise.

Lu Ming asked somewhat nervously: "What's wrong?"

"Correct," Mo Hua nodded, "It's a Corpse King. You answered correctly."

The one Lu Chengyun refined, which could command thousands of zombies, should be a Corpse King...

Corpse King...

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then asked again:

"I'll test you again. How is this Corpse King refined, and what are its effects after being refined?"

Lu Ming flipped through the book and said again:

"It seems to be a more complicated procedure than normal corpse refining..."

"The corpse used to refine a Corpse King must have certain characteristics. Ordinary corpses won't work."

"For it to command a group of corpses, it's best if they submitted to it before death and were under its control..."

"That way, after death, when they are refined into corpses, the remaining instinct to submit makes it easier for them to be controlled by the 'Corpse King'..."

"Zombies under control are much less likely to lose control and backlash."

Lu Ming thought for a bit and then gave an example:

"In the past, there was a great power in Corpse Cultivation who annihilated a sect. He refined the sect master into a Corpse King, and then refined the sect disciples into zombies."

"This way, these 'disciple' zombies would naturally be controlled by the 'sect master' Corpse King..."

"There are also some records that say in a small country in the southern barbarian lands, the people were slaughtered by a demon cultivator..."

"The country's lord was killed and refined into a 'Corpse King', and the people in the country were also all slaughtered and then refined into zombies. This is how an entire country was refined into a Corpse Country..."

Mo Hua's face remained expressionless, but he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The cultivators of a sect, even a country...

All had parents and relatives, yet they suffered such a calamity and couldn't even find peace in death.

Those who cultivate demon paths indeed create a lot of killing karma.

Cultivating the dao selfishly and using any means necessary...

Lu Ming continued:

"This kind of country lord has the qualification to become a 'Corpse King'. It is a top-quality corpse embryo for refining a Corpse King."

"But this is a method of a great power in the demon path. General corpse cultivators with crude refining methods cannot achieve this..."

Mo Hua asked for more details, and Lu Ming answered each one.

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction and praised:

"You study very hard. I can rest assured now. Tomorrow, I will say some good words for you in front of Master Lu and promote you so that you can achieve success in the corpse path and stand out..."

"Don't disappoint my expectations..."

Mo Hua thought of the state of being a strict teacher in his heart, but on his face, he put on an appearance of "earnest teaching".

Lu Ming, however, had a troubled expression and seemed to want to speak but hesitated.

Mo Hua said displeased: "What's wrong? Are you still not satisfied?"

"I... I..." Lu Ming stammered, not daring to speak out.

He struggled in his heart for a bit, then pleaded: "Little mister, can you... say something to Master Lu and let me leave?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Hua said in a deep voice.

"I..." Lu Ming smiled bitterly, "I don't want to be a corpse cultivator..."

Mo Hua deliberately put on a stern face, "You actually don't know what's good for you?"

Lu Ming was a little panicked and quickly waved his hands:

"I wouldn't dare..."

Mo Hua "hmmph" and said, "Master Lu treats you so well, giving you an opportunity to become a corpse cultivator and learn to refine corpses. This is your good fortune and also your chance to serve the Lu family as a disciple. You actually don't cherish it?"

Lu Ming wanted to cry without tears:

"If I really become a corpse cultivator and enter the demon path, my life will be over..."

I won't be able to marry a dao companion or fulfill my filial duties.

No matter how high my cultivation is, I can only hide in the dark, dealing with corpses all day. I will also be hunted by the Dao Court and cannot see the light. Who knows when I will expose my identity and be "acting on behalf of heaven".

Thinking of this, Lu Ming was filled with regret.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

This Lu Ming, although a bit foolish, still had some sense in his heart.

Mo Hua pretended to hesitate, thought for a while, and then slowly sighed:

"Alright then, it's fate that we met. If you're unwilling to be a corpse cultivator, I won't force you."

"However, I don't think it's likely that the family master will let you leave..."

"Once you leave, you will definitely leak the secret of this corpse mine."

"Just stay here in peace..."

Lu Ming's face was ashen.

If he didn't leave, he would eventually have to refine corpses one day.

If he refined them well, he would have to stay with the zombies.

If he didn't refine them well and lost control, he could be eaten by the zombies.

It's over...

Lu Ming's heart was completely cold.

Suddenly, he glanced at Mo Hua, saw Mo Hua's calm expression, his young age, and yet he was calm and confident even in the corpse mine, handling things with ease. A ray of hope emerged in his dead heart.

He quickly stood up, kowtowed to Mo Hua, and said:

"Please save me, little mister!"

Mo Hua was slightly startled, then said doubtfully:

"Why should I save you?"

Mo Hua leisurely took a sip of tea and continued:

"Promoting you is just a matter of a sentence. I can say it casually and do you a favor. That's no problem."

"But saving you is much more troublesome and could offend Master Lu."

"What benefit can I get?"

Mo Hua's words stunned Lu Ming.

Lu Ming was a little dazed.

Indeed, they were not relatives or friends, and their relationship was shallow. Why would this little mister save him?

What did he have?

He didn't have many spirit stones, nor was he a young girl of two eights. His cultivation was not high, and his talent was not good. Even if he was killed and refined into a corpse, he wouldn't be considered a good corpse embryo...

Lu Ming felt a chill in his heart that he didn't even realize.

He used to occasionally bully people based on power and felt good about himself, but he didn't expect that when he encountered a real problem, he was so useless...

He didn't have any means or ability.

Mo Hua said again: "If you can offer me a benefit, I'll consider whether to save you."

Lu Ming felt a bitterness in his heart.

What benefit could he offer?

This little mister's identity was extraordinary, and his means were mysterious.

What benefit could catch this little mister's eye?

But his life was at stake, and he was unwilling to give up, so he held onto a one-in-ten-thousand hope and said:

"This little one is willing to sell his life for little mister, go through mountains of knives and seas of fire, without hesitation!"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

He was waiting for this sentence.

Mo Hua first said somewhat disdainfully: "You are a disciple of the small Lu family with low cultivation, low status, not proficient in dao methods, and not proficient in refining corpses. What help can you be to me by selling your life?"

These words made Lu Ming extremely ashamed and unable to lift his head.

Mo Hua pretended to think, then sighed:

"However, who told me I'm young and kind? I'll test you. If you help me with some small matters and do well, I'll save you once."

Lu Ming went from despair to hope, his expression full of joy, and he quickly said:

"Please instruct me, little mister!"

Mo Hua's big eyes rolled, and he said in a low voice:

"Help me inquire about some matters concerning the Lu family's old ancestor and the Lu family's master..."

Lu Ming was startled, "What matters?"

"Anything is fine," Mo Hua said, "Gossip, anecdotes, rumors... Evidence is good, and hearsay is fine. You should secretly inquire about them and tell me..."

Lu Ming was a little doubtful and timid, and he said in a small voice:

"You, you inquire about these, what for?"

Mo Hua put on a stern face and said seriously:

"I want to confirm whether the Lu family's master is a bad person..."

Lu Ming opened his mouth, "Bad... bad person?"

"Yes!" Mo Hua said, "In this world, the more bad people are, the more successful they can be."

"Now that I'm doing things for him, the more bad he is, the better."

"The more bad he is, it means he is more ruthless, doesn't care about face, is shameless, and uses all means. The probability of success will naturally be greater..."

Lu Ming was a little confused.

For a moment, he didn't know if this little mister was praising the family master or scolding him...

"Do you understand?" Mo Hua asked Lu Ming.

Lu Ming pretended to understand and nodded.

"Good, go and do it," Mo Hua nodded and said, "But you must be discreet and not expose yourself. Also, this matter has nothing to do with me. I am just a kind, innocent person who wants to save you from your suffering."

Lu Ming nodded, "Understood, little mister!"

After that, he went to inquire.

Mo Hua would also release his divine sense when he had free time to keep an eye on what Lu Ming was doing.

Lu Ming was not very smart, and Mo Hua was afraid that he would inquire about something wrong.

Fortunately, although he was inquiring, he wasn't very deliberate.

Sometimes he would just start a topic and let the other corpse cultivators chat, and he would eavesdrop.

His own identity was low, and he was a Lu family disciple with a clear background, so no one suspected him, and no one even paid attention to him.

After a few days, Lu Ming brought back the news he had inquired about and reported it to Mo Hua.

There were matters concerning the Lu family, the Lu family's old ancestor, and also Lu Chengyun...

The matters concerning the Lu family's old ancestor were almost the same as what Mo Hua had heard from Qing Lan.

Stingy, greedy, extravagant, unpredictable in temper.

Not only did he harshly exploit the mine cultivators, but he was also quite stingy with his own disciples, often hitting and scolding them. He was extravagant himself but stingy with others.

This was exactly the same as the nickname "Lu Skin Peeler".

Indeed, there are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

And from Lu Ming's mouth, Mo Hua also learned some rumors between Lu Chengyun and the Lu family's old ancestor.

(End of this chapter)