Chapter 490: One Hand Covers the Sky

“Not bad!” Lu Chengyun nodded and said.

Zhang Quan’s face was full of anger.

Lu Chengyun looked lightly at Zhang Quan, “What do you want?”

Zhang Quan suppressed his anger, his eyes full of ambition, and said coldly:

“What else can I want?”

“The Corpse King hibernating and the walking corpses digging the mine are equivalent to letting a fierce sword gather dust?”

“When the Corpse King comes into the world, it should naturally command the group of corpses, sweep everything before it, and dominate the state boundary!”

“With the Corpse King, with so many Iron Corpses, and so many Walking Corpses.”

“The entire Little Wasteland State boundary, no, even several neighboring state boundaries, what force can be our opponent?”

“The zombie army arrives, floating corpses everywhere.”

“Those who resist will be swallowed and killed!”

“Without effort, first occupy South Yue City, then step by step rule the Little Wasteland State boundary, and then little by little nibble at neighboring second-grade state boundaries…”

“We refine corpses to kill people, and then kill people to refine corpses!”

“A cycle repeated, endlessly, constantly expanding our forces!”

“Then we can, by this, establish a powerful corpse path demon sect, glorify our ancestors, and solely dominate one boundary.”

“At that time, you and I will be the founding ancestors of the corpse gate of the sect. What is a mere family head position worth mentioning?”

Seemingly having thought of this vision, Zhang Quan’s face turned red, his eyes were full of blood threads, and his expression was excited.

Lu Chengyun, however, was unmoved. Instead, he laughed coldly once and sneered:

“Naive!”

Zhang Quan’s face sank, and he looked at Lu Chengyun with an unpleasant gaze.

Lu Chengyun didn’t care. Instead, he said coldly:

“Your Zhang family, although it has inherited the corpse path for generations and has some origins, is after all a small clan, with a single transmission each generation and not many people, so your vision is limited and your scope is also small…”

“Dominate the state boundary, found a sect, establish a demon sect?” Lu Chengyun’s face showed mockery, “Do you think this is playing house?”

“One second-grade Corpse King and dozens of Iron Corpses can claim what domination?”

“Do you take Dao Court as eating vegetarian?”

“Dao Court unifies the Nine Provinces. Some giant demon path cultivators who have inherited for ten thousand years still know to lurk, secretly plot, and dare not show their heads. With this little foundation of ours, relying on these one or two grade zombies, what state can we occupy, what domination can we claim?”

“Are we qualified?”

Zhang Quan’s face turned green for a while, then red for a while.

Lu Chengyun shook his head and sighed:

“You only know how to refine corpses, and you know very little about this cultivation world. You are far from understanding the power of Dao Court.”

“We act secretly, build a corpse mine, raise some walking corpses, not show any signs, and Dao Court may not care.”

“Even if they want to care, they may not be willing to pay that price and fight us to the death.”

“But if you make a big fanfare, waving the banner of inheriting the corpse path and establishing a demon sect, then you are committing a great taboo of Dao Court!”

“Dao Court will stop at nothing to put us to death!”

“Once the wind leaks, within three days, hundreds and thousands of Foundation Building Dao soldiers, holding silver spears and wearing gold armor, in a grand formation, will directly kill us.”

“They will chop and kill both you and me, along with all the walking corpses and Iron Corpses in this corpse mine, and grind our bones and scatter our ashes!”

“Don’t say one Corpse King, even ten are useless!”

“A mere Corpse King is not a great demon, a great corpse, or a great ghost, the kind of great disaster that is hard to encounter in a thousand years. What do you and I rely on, and how dare we, go and touch the bad luck of Dao Court, go and commit the great taboo of Dao Court?”

“Rely on you being stupid, or do you dislike living long?”

Lu Chengyun’s tone was not polite at all.

Zhang Quan couldn’t say a word, a surge of anger stifled in his heart, and he said indignantly:

“But we can’t… just dig the mine…”

Lu Chengyun’s gaze sank, “So I say your scope is too small.”

Zhang Quan was startled.

Lu Chengyun laughed coldly once, “How about digging the mine?”

“Exchange what for digging the mine?”

“Exchange spirit stones!”

“In this world, who doesn’t want spirit stones? Who will dislike having too many spirit stones? Without spirit stones, what immortal will they cultivate, what dao will they seek?”

Zhang Quan frowned slightly, as if thoughtful.

Lu Chengyun said indifferently:

“The cultivators in this South Yue City, while alive, dig mines for my Lu family. Even if they die and become zombies, they still have to dig mines for my Lu family!”

“Born and died, all under the slavery of my Lu family!”

“Living people dig during the day, dead people dig at night.”

“This mine will always have output, and my Lu family will have continuous spirit stones!”

“Spirit stones are the root!”

“With these spirit stones, buy through the offices of Dao Court, buy through various forces, treat them as ‘pigs’ to raise, raise them to be greedy, raise them to be stupid, raise them with insatiable desires, raise them so they can only rely on us Lu family to raise them. Then we can truly act without scruples in this Little Wasteland State boundary!”

“Dominate? What is the use of dominating?”

“Become a demon? What about becoming a demon?”

“Dao Court unifies the world. Demon cultivators who dare to show their heads have long died without a burial ground!”

“The true demon path must learn to cling to the offices of Dao Court, monopolize industries, earn spirit stones, suck the blood of cultivators in the state boundary, enslave them with power, oppress them with status, and exploit them with spirit stones…”

“Not relying on killing, not relying on corpse poison, not relying on demon arts…”

“Openly, eat their meat, drink their blood, and expand ourselves!”

“Even if Dao Court wants to investigate, there is nothing to find.”

“The local Dao Court offices are our people; the local sects are branches of the same breath as us; the local families look up to us;”

“The cultivators below the mine are insignificant, trampled under our feet. They dare not speak, and even if they do, no one will believe them…”

“This is the use of spirit stones!”

“This is true, covering the sky with one hand!”

Lu Chengyun’s voice was decisive, his gaze profound.

Zhang Quan’s expression changed indefinitely.

Hiding behind the altar, Mo Hua also listened with a heart alarmed and trembling.

In the Ten Thousand Corpses Altar, there was a piece of silence.

After a moment, Lu Chengyun said faintly:

“Brother Zhang, understood?”

Zhang Quan came back to his senses, his eyelids twitched slightly, seeming to understand and yet not understand, and nodded.

Lu Chengyun nodded slightly, and then said with deep meaning:

“If you use these zombies to kill people, Dao Court will kill us.”

“But if you use them to dig mines, earn spirit stones, and send them to the offices of Dao Court, even send them to Dao Court…”

“They will not only not kill us, but will hope that we kill more people, refine more corpses, dig more mines, and send them more spirit stones…”

“The era is different now. Even cultivating as demons doesn’t always involve fighting and killing…”

“Brother Zhang, think it over…”

After Lu Chengyun finished speaking, he patted Zhang Quan’s shoulder, then turned and left.

In the altar, only Zhang Quan was left.

Of course, also Mo Hua.

Mo Hua hid behind the altar, extremely shocked in his heart, and cold sweat seeped out of his back.

This Lu Chengyun is more sinister than he thought.

His schemes are also more frightening.

If he really succeeds, eating from both the evil and righteous sides, buying through everything.

Then this corpse mine, possibly will really be like the roots of a thousand-year-old tree, deeply planted in this mine, with interests as the roots, connected from top to bottom, deeply rooted, hard to pull out…

Mo Hua took a slight cold breath, but at this time, he heard a voice.

“Nonsense!”

Mo Hua was startled.

This was Zhang Quan’s voice.

Lu Chengyun had walked far away. Zhang Quan then said indignantly:

“A load of nonsense!”

“He doesn’t want to be a good demon sect ancestor, yet he submits to Dao Court, flatters the offices of Dao Court, and fawns on various forces, being their dog. It’s really absurd!”

“Let zombies always dig mines?”

“If zombies don’t eat people and drink blood, can they be called zombies?”

“Simply losing the face of our corpse path ancestors!”

“Even more hateful, the spirit stones earned from digging mines still have to be sent out?”

“They have really become accustomed to being people’s dogs!”

“He actually says I have a small scope? I see you’ve been a family head for too long, greedy for wealth, short-sighted, and timid!”

“Scheming and fawning for hundreds of years, how can it compare to the hegemony of the demon path?”

“Establish a demon sect, promote the corpse path, glorify our ancestors, leave an evil name in the history of the state boundary, and leave prestige among fellow corpse cultivators. Even if it’s only temporary glory and ultimately suppressed and killed by Dao Court, with no remains, it is enough to fulfill my wishes!”

Zhang Quan’s expression was generous, his gaze resolute.

Mo Hua was silent.

This Zhang Quan has his own ideas…

And he has… the faith and pursuit of the corpse path?

Mo Hua found it hard to evaluate for a while.

And Zhang Quan scolded Lu Chengyun for a while, calmed his heart, and after a moment, he smiled coldly again, and muttered lowly:

“Lu Chengyun…”

“Refining corpses is not something you alone decide…”

“…Once the Corpse King is refined, it will not be up to you…”

“I am not as timid as you.”

“I will definitely let the Corpse King appear, let the Iron Corpses slaughter the city, let this South Yue City be filled with walking corpses, let this Little Wasteland State boundary become hell, let the cultivators of this world hear the wind and lose their courage, let them know what a true corpse cultivator is!”

Zhang Quan’s voice was ice cold. After he finished, he snorted coldly once, then left.

Mo Hua’s gaze flashed, and a cold light was slightly contained.

Zhang Quan, Lu Chengyun…

Although the two act very differently, neither is a good person.

No matter who controls the Corpse King, it will not have a good result.

One will cause floating corpses everywhere, and the other will cause deep and far-reaching poison.

Mo Hua thought of Zhang Quan’s indignant expression again, and the words he had just said, and his heart moved.

Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun are not in harmony, and from his meaning, he also wants to control the Corpse King?

If he wants to control the Corpse King, he will necessarily open the bronze coffin.

In this way, doesn’t he have an opportunity?

Mo Hua’s gaze flickered.

Thereafter, he used all his free time to track Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan, alone, was indeed sneaky, even setting up arrays to prevent divine sense prying, and he didn’t know what he was preparing.

Mo Hua dared not pry carefully to avoid alerting the enemy.

But he knew that Zhang Quan would definitely make small moves.

He is like this now, exactly the same as when he himself wants to cause trouble.

Indeed, a few days later, one night, taking advantage of Lu Chengyun’s busy affairs and his departure from the corpse mine to handle family matters, Zhang Quan also sneaked out.

Mo Hua quickly hid, left his room, and went first to the Ten Thousand Corpses Altar to wait for him.

Less than a tea’s time later, Zhang Quan entered the altar.

Mo Hua still hid behind the altar, secretly looking at him.

Zhang Quan saw that there was no one in any direction, sneaky, and somewhat nervous. From his storage bag, he took out a bronze coffin nail.

Mo Hua’s eyes brightened, and he immediately understood.

“So it’s a coffin nail!”

This coffin nail is both a key, and it also contains an array.

A normal coffin nail is used to seal a coffin, but this coffin nail is used to open a coffin.

Zhang Quan took out the coffin nail, measured along the coffin lid left and right, found a place three inches in, and nailed the coffin nail into the bronze coffin.

Then, a breath slightly flashed on the bronze coffin.

It seemed something was opened.

Zhang Quan was greatly joyful. He immediately lifted the coffin lid, revealing the bronze inner coffin inside, painted with a blood array.

Zhang Quan again took out a dagger, cut open his palm, and dripped the blood along the grooves on the inner coffin.

After the blood groove was filled, Zhang Quan again took out a corpse-controlling bell.

This corpse-controlling bell was neither stone nor wood, neither copper nor iron. Its entire body was black, and it had the same strange blood patterns as the bronze coffin.

Zhang Quan shook the corpse-controlling bell.

The sound was muffled and strange, like zombies muttering.

After shaking it for a while, Zhang Quan again fed the corpse with blood, then shook the corpse-controlling bell again, stepping strange steps, and walked backward along the bronze coffin.

Feed blood, shake the bell, walk backward.

He chanted incantations in his mouth.

Although Mo Hua didn’t fully understand, based on his previous research and his inquiry about Lu Ming’s corpse refining knowledge, he could roughly guess that this was a kind of special corpse control technique in the corpse refining method.

Indeed, he fed blood seven times, shook the bell seven times, and walked backward seven times.

In the bronze coffin, a heartbeat sound was transmitted.

This was the heartbeat of a dead person.

It was completely different from the heartbeat of a living person, evil and bizarre.

Mo Hua just listening felt uncomfortable all over, and his heart also felt a bit suffocated.

Fortunately, this heartbeat only beat slightly once, then stopped.

Zhang Quan, however, was greatly joyful.

He re-sealed the coffin, took away the coffin nail, looked around in all directions again, confirmed that there was no one around and no other traces were left, then laughed coldly once, and left the vast and empty altar.

And behind the altar, Mo Hua poked out his small head.

(End of this chapter)