A Sect from a Spirit Vein

Chapter 390: Chapter 348: Corpse-Fishing Child

Wang Yu’s current state couldn’t be worse.

The corpse poison and corpse evil have deeply infiltrated his body, and without any time to rest and detoxify, relying solely on spirit pills is unable to expel the poison.

His whole body is covered in wounds, many of which cannot heal due to the poison, barely able to stop the bleeding. Now, the skin around the wounds is turning black, terrifying in appearance.

The most severe injury is his right arm, which was torn off. That was also the closest he came to death, with both Wuqu and Cangying being destroyed in that battle.

The journey along these hundreds of miles has been terrifying and bizarre beyond measure!

There was the Hanging Inn adorned with bodies, human skin lanterns floating at night, the Corpse Swamp filled with corpses, where human hair drifted like water plants, and the Ghost Tree Forest that had no leaves but sprouted pale human hands...

Even though he was shrouded in the flesh of a living corpse, with a cautious and composed mind, a detailed analysis of each new place’s rules, ample supplies, and weaponry, it was still a perilous journey with only a slim chance of survival!

The slightest sliver of vitality he could grasp was based on the fact that Wang Yu had no greed and focused solely on advancing.

Along the way, Wang Yu also saw rare spirit grass that had long been extinct in the outside world, spiritual ore worth a fortune, and numerous indescribable exotic treasures.

What moved him the most was a luminous shine he glimpsed in a clump of trees a hundred feet away. Even from such a distance, the fragrance could be smelled, immediately refreshing his spirit and speeding up the circulation of his spiritual power.

Extremes give birth to reversals; from the most contaminated of places, such a precious spiritual medicine must have been born!

But Wang Yu held back with all his might, not even sparing it a second glance.

His sole objective was Foundation Establishment!

No matter how good the other things were, they were mere distractions, inviting disaster and trouble.

It was only through being free from greed and desire that he could barely gain a scrap of vitality. Yet even so, he was severely injured, losing his right arm.

By now, his body had reached its limit, with all his puppets destroyed, truly at the point of absolute depletion.

Fortunately, the Foundation Establishment Treasure Land was right ahead.

What appeared before Wang Yu was an enormous gorge, several hundred feet wide, shrouded in dense mist where nothing could be seen.

Wang Yu cautiously surveyed the area. The stone walls on either side of the gorge were as smooth as mirrors, with no paths to climb, while a reverberating, noisy, and agitated roar emanated from the bottom of the gorge.

Below here, it was likely teeming with living corpses, dense as the ocean!

Wang Yu strained his eyesight and saw at the center of the gorge a platform like a solitary island, exuding an unparalleled allure.

That was his Foundation Establishment Treasure Land!

But unless he could fly, how could he cross?

Wang Yu gave a bitter smile; seems like in the end, fate was still not making it easy for him.

Then he glanced at the cloud miasma in the sky, composing himself and boosting his morale.

These days, he also figured out that within the cloud miasma, there were vicious flying corpses, even more perilous than the ground. Any living thing that tried to fly would be attacked by them.

Wang Yu had even seen the legendary Rotting Dragon, its enormous body flashing by in the cloud miasma, a feeling of despair and terror still lingering in his heart.

But now, he wasn’t trying to fly too high, just skimming above the gorge; perhaps it wouldn’t provoke the creatures in the sky?

Hopefully, since there’s already no turning back.

Wang Yu ceased to hesitate, waved a hand, and a flying shuttle rose. He lay on the flying shuttle, rushing toward the platform in an instant!

Upon getting close, he discovered it was a hill within the gorge, with a raised top, like a solitary island floating in a sea of miasma.

The hilltop was about a hundred feet in diameter, very smooth, and it seemed there was someone there?!

Wang Yu was greatly alarmed and before he could react, he heard an eerie laugh, his body pulled with a tremendous force, unable to struggle, spinning wildly, and was instantly dragged to the platform’s sky!

”Another corpse bait, another corpse bait!”

A young child shouted joyfully, but after one glance at Wang Yu, complained, ”This bait is no good, it has little vitality left, the living corpses probably won’t like it, won’t bite.”

A somewhat familiar voice echoed, filled with flattery and ingratiation, ”Ancestor, let’s use something else first, more will come later, no hurry, no hurry.”

Wang Yu strained to turn his head, taking in the scene before him.

At the edge of the hilltop stood a small boy, appearing to be seven or eight years old.

His skin was deathly pale, veins showing a faint blue underneath. Despite his cute features, round head, and face, his innocent appearance exuded an air of cruelty and ferocity.

This was a natural instinct of living beings sensing forbidden entities; a single glance was enough to tell he was certainly not a living human!

He was clutching a massive fishing rod, one end stretching into the miasma. Was he fishing?

Beside him stood a submissive and servile cultivator.

Wang Yu recognized him and couldn’t help but utter a low exclamation.

It was Master Yuhu of Dachi Tower, a newly ascended Golden Core, who had once displayed great power at the entrance to a perilous land!

This Golden Core Master, capable of commanding a whole county in the outside world, was now kneeling, deeply bowing beside a little boy, with a face full of flattering smiles, nowhere was there a trace of the authority he once displayed at the entrance!

Who on earth was this young boy? His power exceeded Wang Yu’s perception, comparable to a Nascent Soul, or perhaps a Primordial Spirit?

And beside Master Yuhu, there were seven or eight trembling Qi Cultivators, faces pale as clay, hunched like quails.

The young boy was about to speak when suddenly the fishing rod in his hand gave a heavy twitch!

”It’s hooked! Ancestor, it’s hooked!” Master Yuhu seemed even more excited than the young boy.

The young boy also seemed thrilled, giving a cheer and flicking his slender wrist, the fishing rod soaring high.

Master Yuhu exclaimed, ”Good! Look at that big... corpse!”

On seeing the end of the fishing line, a giant corpse, three feet tall, with muscles like rock, was clinging to the bait, ravenously gnawing. Even as it was lifted by the rod, it held on firm.

Taking a closer look, what it was gnawing at, with blood splattering everywhere, was the remains of a cultivator!

This young boy was using cultivators as bait to fish for the living corpses at the bottom of the gorge!

And now Wang Yu found himself treated as corpse bait! A cold sweat poured from him, chills running down his spine.

Seeing the Foundation Establishment Treasure Land right before him, he was suspended mid-air by some bizarre force, just a few inches shy from reaching the treasure land!

Was he really going to meet a miserable end as corpse bait under such circumstances?

”Ancestor’s fishing skills are remarkable, truly blessed. This giant corpse is rare and robust!”

The young boy reveled in the compliments, extended his small hand, and snatched the three-zhang-tall giant corpse into the air.

A three-foot boy was tossing a three-zhang giant around, examining him; the scene was unbearably horrific. After examining it for a while, seemingly satisfied with his ”catch,” the young boy waved his small hand, sending the giant corpse flying far and wide, landing heavily and motionless.

Wang Yu glanced over and saw the area was piled high with dozens of strange living corpses.

And not far from these corpses, a spirit vein shaped like lingzhi gleamed, radiant with brilliance.