Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Early next morning.

Song Wen came to the corpse cave early in the morning.

When he left, he asked his supervisor Feng Deng for a month's leave. Now that he came back two days early, he also needed to report to Feng Deng.

Feng Deng looked at Song Wen, who had disappeared for almost a month, and didn't say much. He knew better than Yuan Cheng how to keep a low profile and bide his time. Apart from arranging the exhumation, he almost never said a word to the exhumer.

"Ji Yin, you are taking one month's leave. According to the rules, you need to make up for the amount of corpses you performed during the month of leave in the next three months."

"Recently, you are assigned two hundred corpses every day. Do you have any objection?"

Feng Deng acted according to the rules, and Song Wen had no opinions.

"It's all up to Deacon Feng to make the decision. I don't have any opinions."

Feng Deng nodded, threw four storage bags to Song Wen, then closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Song Wen came to the dismemberment table No. 73 and began to decompose the body slowly.

After nearly six years of dissecting corpses, Song Wen went from disgusting and resisting at the beginning to adapting to numbness.

Now, Song Wen has begun to enjoy the process of dismembering the corpse.

Just like, Taoist priests recite Taoist scriptures every day to cultivate their mind and nature. The monk beats the wooden fish every day and recites Buddhist scriptures to purify his mind and eliminate karma.

Song Wen can also achieve similar effects when dissecting corpses.

The heart is as still as water, as calm as tranquility!

Dismemberment can help Song Wen get rid of distracting thoughts, cultivate his moral character, and improve his mood.

When Song Wen dissected corpses, he no longer simply pursued speed, but pursued the state of being as good as a cook dissecting an ox.

When dissecting every corpse, he pursues the integrity of the muscles, bones, blood vessels and muscles.

In Song Wen's eyes, those decomposed limbs and internal organs are like paintings in the eyes of a painter, and poems in the eyes of a poet.

It is a work of art that he worked hard to create.

It took Song Wen more than four hours to dismantle the two hundred corpses. When he walked out of the corpse cave, it was almost evening.

After leaving the Corpse Execution Cave, he did not go back to the cave, but went to the Chuan Gong Hall on the mountain.

The "Corpse King's Blood Cultivation" he practiced only had Qi training techniques. Now if he wants to continue to improve his cultivation, he must either find the follow-up techniques of "The Corpse King's Blood Cultivation" or switch to other foundation-building techniques.

Moreover, now that the foundation building is complete, he also needs to improve his skills and methods, and practice some of the skills of the foundation building monks.

There are three ancient buildings in the Corpse Demon Sect's Kung Fu Hall, which respectively correspond to the techniques and secret techniques practiced by Qi training, foundation building, and Jindan monks.

Song Wen didn't have the Foundation Establishment Elder Token, so naturally he couldn't enter the Foundation Establishment Transmission Building.

He was standing a few hundred meters away from the Foundation Establishment Chuan Gong Building. In front of the door of the Chuan Gong Building sat a middle-aged woman who still had charm. The woman had her eyes closed and was sitting cross-legged, as if she was meditating.

This woman is the deacon elder of the Foundation Building.

Unlike the people coming and going in the Qigong Chuan Gong Building, the courtyard outside the Ji Chuan Gong Building was deserted, with few people coming.

The Corpse Demon Sect announced that there are more than 230 monks in the foundation-building period. When these foundation-building monks first established the foundation, most of them came to the transfer hall once, and rarely came here after that.

In Song Wen's perception, the middle-aged woman was at least in the middle stage of foundation building. It was obviously impossible to hide from this woman and sneak into the Chuan Gong Building.

Moreover, Song Wen did not know whether there were other guarding forces secretly in Chuan Gong Tower.

Sneaking in hastily is tantamount to seeking death.

It is best to hold the elder's token and enter the transfer hall from the front in a grand manner.

The Disciple Token and Elder Token of the Corpse Demon Sect can be determined by whether the aura on the token matches the monk's own aura.

Song Wen's physical body control of breath can imitate the breath of others.

In other words, as long as he has an elder order, he can successfully enter the power transfer hall.

Of course, the elder he imitates cannot be someone familiar to the deacon elder, otherwise, no matter how much Song Wen imitates, his demeanor will still show flaws.

After standing for a moment outside the Foundation Building Building, Song Wen pretended to sigh softly, then turned around and walked towards the Qi Training Building. Very much like a low-level disciple, yearning for foundation building, standing outside the foundation building and imagining the day when he successfully builds the foundation and enters the foundation building.

He was a monk on the fifth level of qi training. He watched outside the foundation building for a long time. If he didn't do something to hide his actions, he would inevitably arouse suspicion.

In the Qigong Training Building, Song Wen randomly picked a secret technique and went down the mountain to Fangshi.

Entering Fangshi, Song Wen went straight to the underground black market.

In the black market, he could manage to get some information about the Corpse Demon Sect's foundation-building monks.

As soon as he entered the underground black market, Song Wen discovered something unusual.

In this black market, among the people coming and going, the number of foundation-building monks is obviously more than in the past, and most of these extra foundation-building monks are casual cultivators.

"Where did so many casual cultivators in the foundation-building period come from?"

"I haven't heard of any major auctions in the city recently, and there are no rumors of the emergence of secret realm ruins near the Corpse Demon Sect. What are these casual cultivators gathering here to do?"

Song Wen smelled something unusual in these casual cultivators of foundation building.

But thinking about it carefully, Song Wen felt that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Anyway, he only wanted to hide in the cave to practice, and when he dissected the corpse, he stole some blood essence in exchange for training resources. In short, he was very satisfied with the current situation.

It would be even better if the threat of Shi Shou could be eliminated.

Unless one day, the essence and blood stolen from the corpse cave can no longer meet his cultivation needs, maybe he will consider leaving.

Song Wen walked straight to the counter in the center of the underground black market hall and said to an old man on the counter.

"I want information about the Corpse Demon Sect's monks who have advanced to the foundation-building stage in the past five years. How many spiritual stones are needed?"

The old man raised his turbid eyes, stared at Song Wen, and said in a low and hoarse voice.

"A lot of people have come to buy information about the Corpse Demon Sect's foundation-building monks recently. I didn't expect you, a little kid with a seventh-level Qi training, to join in the fun."

Song Wen's current appearance is that of a young casual cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training.

"In the past five years, a total of seven people from the Corpse Demon Sect have successfully built foundations. To get information about these seven people, we need two thousand spiritual stones."

Song Wen's expression changed slightly, "Is it so expensive?"

The old man smiled jokingly, "There have been more people buying information about foundation-building monks recently, so it is naturally more expensive. There are some things that a young Qi practitioner like you cannot mix."

There seemed to be something else in the old man's words.

Song Wen didn't think much about it. He thought that these things had little to do with him and didn't want to pay more attention to them.

He took out two thousand spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to the old man.

The old man glanced at Song Wen with a strange expression, as if he was a little surprised that a seventh-level qi-training monk took out two thousand spirit stones without blinking an eye.

The old man threw a jade slip to Song Wen, then lowered his head and said nothing.

Song Wen took the jade slip, turned around and walked out of the black market.

He vaguely felt that something was not right about the atmosphere in the black market, and it would be better to avoid this place in the future.