Chapter 8

After disabling Yang Dexian’s hands, Shicfeng’s gaze turned cold as he stared ahead.

Just a single glance was enough to make everyone retreat in fear.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Shicfeng’s mouth. With a flip of his right hand, a long sword with a completely white body appeared in his hand from his storage ring.

“Swish!” The long sword stabbed into the ground at his feet, half of the blade piercing the earth. Then, Shicfeng’s icy voice echoed in everyone’s ears, “From this moment on, this sword marks the line. Whoever crosses this sword, dies!”

“Whoever crosses this sword, dies!”

“Whoever crosses this sword, dies!”

Shicfeng’s icy voice lingered in the hearts of the Xiuling Village residents.

When the villagers came to their senses, the young figure had already disappeared into the darkness of the night.

“Ah, Village Chief, Village Chief, Village Chief!” Someone shouted first, and the crowd wailed as if they had lost a close relative, rushing to the unconscious Yang Dexian.

There were still six burly men lying on the ground groaning. Because their positions had already crossed the line marked by the sword, several of them looked at each other, none daring to step forward. One of them shouted anxiously, “Yang Shantou, Li Dazhuang, you must crawl over here quickly. If he finds you still there when he comes back, I think he really might kill you.”

After this night, Shicfeng’s ferocious reputation would surely spread throughout the entire village.

...

Shicfeng returned to his house and saw an old wooden table placed not far from the door. In the middle of the table was an oil lamp, emitting a faint light.

On the table were a plate of green wild vegetables, two bowls of thin porridge, and a small head.

The little one had actually fallen asleep on the table. So much had happened today; the little one must have been tired.

Shicfeng walked to the table. The two bowls of porridge were very thin and still steaming hot.

Shiling had served him a large bowl, while the small bowl in front of her only had a little bit of porridge.

Seeing that the bowls and chopsticks on the table hadn’t been touched, it seemed the little one had been waiting for him to return before eating, and then she fell asleep while waiting.

“Sigh... silly girl...” Shicfeng sighed softly, carefully picked up Shiling, and carried her to the bed where Bai Yue'e was lying.

Rest first if you're tired, and eat when you wake up.

Placing Shiling beside Bai Yue'e and gently covering her with a blanket, Shicfeng then walked to the half-dug pit to complete the unfinished work.

Returning to the pit, Shicfeng bent down, and his hands moved again. With the final touch, the barrier he had set up when he left instantly broke.

Instantly, the suppressed yin energy surged out like a wild beast, instantly engulfing Shicfeng.

“Ah, so refreshing!” Bathed in the yin energy, the Nine Nether Dark Art circulated, and his pores opened wide, absorbing the energy crazily. Shicfeng couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.

Suddenly, a white light shone on his body, and Shicfeng advanced another level, reaching the Fifth Rank Martial Disciple. His speed of advancement was beyond description in the Tianheng Continent.

Shicfeng didn't seem to care about his advancement, as if nothing had happened. He bent down, picked up the shovel again, and continued digging.

His mind was entirely focused on the treasure buried in the soil, eager to see what kind of yin treasure was buried underground.

His movements became faster, and the yin energy overflowing from the pit grew heavier. Shicfeng felt no fatigue at all, becoming more and more excited. After digging about half a meter deeper, he suddenly heard a “clank” as the shovel hit a hard object. Due to the force of the blow, his arm felt numb.

“Hm? Found it?” His brows furrowed, and he gripped the shovel firmly, staring downward. The object the shovel had hit seemed to be a stone.

“No, that’s not it.” Shicfeng sensed it and realized that the stone was not the yin treasure he was looking for.

“Is it still below?” He muttered to himself, jumped into the pit, and used the shovel to clear the soil covering the stone to see its full shape.

After a while, Shicfeng realized it was a stone slab.

Finally, when all the soil covering the stone slab was cleared, Shicfeng confirmed that it was indeed the lid of a stone coffin.

Looking down at the coffin lid, Shicfeng’s brows furrowed deeper. He squatted down, extended his right hand, and gently pressed on the stone lid to sense what was below.

Gradually, his brows relaxed, and he became increasingly excited, laughing out loud, “Absolute Yin Corpse, yes, this... this feeling can’t be wrong, it’s an Absolute Yin Corpse, hahaha... In my previous life, I searched far and wide, but I never expected to stumble upon it in this life.”

Shicfeng was filled with emotion and joy.

Suddenly, Shicfeng was startled, as if he had realized something.

His joyful expression gradually turned calm, and then his face became increasingly serious. He cursed inwardly, “Damn, almost forgot, I’m just a lowly Martial Disciple now.”

Due to the excitement of sensing the Absolute Yin Corpse, Shicfeng had forgotten his current situation.

If he were still the Nine Nether Emperor from his previous life, subduing an Absolute Yin Corpse would be as easy as moving a finger. But now, it was extremely dangerous.

A yin corpse is formed when a body is buried underground and, due to special circumstances, does not decay for a long time. It then absorbs the earth’s energy and undergoes a mutation. The probability of a yin corpse forming is very low, and the growth of a typical yin corpse is limited, generally not reaching high ranks.

In Shicfeng’s previous life, the highest rank yin corpse he had seen was a Fourth Rank yin corpse, equivalent to the Martial King realm.

However, an Absolute Yin Corpse is different from a regular yin corpse. Ancient records state that there is a special constitution in the human race called Absolute Yin, which is extremely yin and malevolent. Those with this constitution rarely live past five years.

The Absolute Yin constitution is somewhat similar to the Nine Nether Dark Body Shicfeng cultivated in his previous life.

However, those with the Absolute Yin constitution rarely live past five years, but their corpses after death are yin treasures. An Absolute Yin Corpse that has absorbed the earth’s energy for a long time and undergone a mutation has boundless potential and extraordinary talent.

According to ancient records, the Absolute Yin Corpse is a powerful being, a Ninth Rank Corpse Emperor.

It is precisely because of the Absolute Yin Corpse’s extraordinary talent and boundless potential that Shicfeng is now wary.

His family had lived here for at least fifteen years. Even if it was buried fifteen years ago and then mutated, it would now be at least a Second Rank Master-level yin corpse, two major realms higher than himself, making it a formidable opponent.

Not to mention if it had evolved to the Third Rank Spirit level, Fourth Rank King level, Fifth Rank Emperor level... or even stronger...

But now that he had come this far, giving up was not Shicfeng’s style. “I’ll risk it! If I die, so be it!” Shicfeng clenched his teeth and fists, saying.

Until now, there had been no movement inside, indicating that the thing inside was still in a state of dormancy. This was one of the main reasons Shicfeng did not retreat.

Shicfeng stepped aside, formed a strange hand seal with both hands, and the hand seal kept changing, creating layer upon layer of illusions.

The yin energy that had been overflowing from the stone coffin, under Shicfeng’s guidance, gathered above his head. If one looked closely, they could see a small vortex the size of a millstone appearing above Shicfeng’s head.

Gradually, a mysterious, tadpole-like, bone-white character appeared in the small vortex.