My Mosquito Clones Are on a Killing Spree

Chapter 143: Chapter 90: Corpse Fire

The bus stopped in front of a guesthouse in town, which had been converted from military barracks.

The doors slid open.

Frigid air instantly flooded the cabin.

Chen Zhenguo was the first to step off the bus.

His gaze was as sharp as lightning as he scanned the small outpost town, the gateway to the Taihang Mountain Range. A heavy, unshakeable solemnity was etched between his brows.

Wang Yiming followed close behind.

Then, the teachers and students of Yang City No. 1 High School filed out one after another.

As they stepped onto the hard, frozen ground, the white puffs of their breath quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

”Teachers, students.”

Chen Zhenguo spun around to face the assembled group. He began to speak slowly, his voice deep and resonant, yet tinged with gravity.

”Panshi Town is the last supply point and safe zone before entering the Wangwu Mountain exploration area. Remember, the mountains don’t just hold unknown tomb mechanisms; there are also active Demon Beasts reported by the military. You must obey orders and are forbidden from acting on your own! The depths of Wangwu Mountain are no longer an ordinary tourist destination—they are a warzone!”

His words were like icicles, piercing everyone’s hearts and dispelling the last vestiges of their relaxed atmosphere.

After a brief pause, Chen Zhenguo’s gaze fell upon Wang Yiming.

”Yiming, you’re the most familiar with the target area. You can be the one to give everyone a detailed explanation of the route into the mountains and the initial precautions.”

Wang Yiming nodded calmly, his expression focused.

He walked to the front of the group and unfolded a map that overlaid a yellowed, ancient text with a modern satellite image.

”Everyone,”

Wang Yiming’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was exceptionally clear and powerful.

”Our objective, the place where the Master of Wangwu Mountain passed away, is located at the northeastern foot of Wangwu Mountain’s main peak, Celestial Altar Mountain, in a hidden place called Qingxu Valley. According to ancient texts, the entrance is concealed by a natural rock face and a man-made Array, making it difficult to find. The route into the mountains...”

Wang Yiming spoke quickly but with perfect clarity. His finger moved precisely across the map, pointing out key landmarks, potential risks, and detour routes.

The teachers and students held their breath, their eyes glued to his fingertip as they tried to commit the complex route to memory.

The only sounds were the howling wind and Wang Yiming’s calm explanation.

Once the route was confirmed, Chen Zhenguo spoke again, his voice carrying the deadly seriousness of a pre-battle briefing.

”Good! The route is set. All of you, burn it into your minds! This journey will take us deep into Demon Beast territory, and combat is unavoidable! Keep your eyes peeled! Also...”

His tone shifted, carrying a note of caution.

”The Master of Wangwu Mountain was from the Tang Dynasty and not a legendary Qi Cultivator. His tomb may not have any of those mystical Arrays, but after being nourished by the Spiritual Energy Revival for over three hundred years, his remains... there’s no guarantee they haven’t undergone a corpse transformation! We can’t let our guard down in any corner!”

”Now, check your gear! Objective—Qingxu Valley! Move out!”

At Chen Zhenguo’s command, everyone’s spirits sharpened, and they quickly checked their personal weapons, protective gear, and supplies.

The sound of heavy footsteps shattered the silence of Panshi Town.

The group moved out quickly, leaving the shelter of the town behind.

They plunged headfirst into the vast, boundless, and endlessly perilous Wangwu Mountain Range.

「Upon entering the mountain forest.」

The environment changed dramatically.

On the winter mountain slopes, most of the trees were bare, and jagged, strange-looking rocks lay exposed, adding to the desolate and deadly atmosphere.

The cold wind whistled through the withered branches, making strange, whimpering sounds.

But what was even more unsettling were the beastly howls—some low, some sharp—rising and falling from the depths of the surrounding forest. It was as if countless pairs of eyes were spying from the shadows, filled with primal violence and hunger.

’Hiss... The density of Demon Beasts in this Taihang Mountain is astounding!’

Lin Yi, who was in the group, remained outwardly calm, but inside, a storm was raging in his heart.

His consciousness was sharing the vision of his Mosquito Avatar high in the sky.

The Mosquito Avatar’s Tracking skill had now reached Lv. 9, with a staggering coverage area of eighteen kilometers!

A dynamic energy distribution map unfolded in Lin Yi’s mind.

On the map, countless points of light representing various life energy sources were packed together.

Among them, the crimson dots of light that radiated a vicious and violent aura were especially glaring—

those were the Demon Beasts!

Watching the surging red tides on the map, Lin Yi’s heart clenched violently with elation.

’I’ve struck gold! This is a god-given treasure trove! In the future, I must have the Mosquito Avatar permanently stationed here to hunt! With a continuous supply of Demon Beast Qi and Blood... why would I ever have to worry about not having enough Qi and Blood for Bone Tempering?’

This thought, like a wildfire sweeping across a prairie, instantly ignited all of Lin Yi’s ambitions.

He made up his mind almost instantly—

the Taihang Mountain would be his, Lin Yi’s, future treasure trove of Qi and Blood, an inexhaustible source of energy!

With his current cultivation method, which could only be described as defying the heavens,

what were bottlenecks or barriers?

They were nonexistent!

The core came down to two things: Qi and Blood! Resources!

As long as he had enough of those two things,

his Bone Tempering progress would shoot up like a rocket!

For an ordinary person, how difficult was Martial Dao cultivation?

Aptitude and innate talent were like an invisible shackle, clamped firmly around the necks of countless Martial Artists.

Those with superior talent would find their Qi and Blood circulating smoothly during Bone Tempering, allowing them to achieve twice the result with half the effort and follow a smooth path forward.

But for those with mediocre or even inferior talent, the Bone Tempering process was like being cut with a dull knife—excruciatingly painful. They would often exhaust their life savings to buy massive amounts of resources, only to end up stuck on a single bone, unable to advance an inch, and fall into despair.

But all of that was a joke in front of Lin Yi!

Limitations of talent?

Nonexistent!

Even if some invisible shackle of talent truly lay in his path,

he, Lin Yi, would only choose one path—

to use absolute power to violently crush it!