Players: All NPCs in the Sect Are Moles

Chapter 398: Chapter 379: Undying Bone and Corpse-Chasing Bell

Mr. Corpse Mark, an elder of the Corpse-Driving Sect who had just arrived, took one look at the terrifying host of Nascent Soul cultivators before him and immediately turned to flee.

Wrapping himself in his protective corpse qi, Mr. Corpse Mark turned his escape light, preparing to flee a thousand miles away.

However, in the instant he turned, a gust of sinister wind brushed past him.

In the void, Yan Buliu, who had been concealed the entire time, let the corner of his mouth curl into a smirk.

Divine Technique: Pilfer, activated.

[Divine Technique Ode: Seizing Opportunity]

Why ask for leave when my hand is in your pouch? My empty hands bring despair even to ghosts.

Severing mortal ties makes all things ownerless; heavenly secrets pass through my hands, but are not forced to stay.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a great master of an unorthodox path named Daozhi. Though he pursued Cultivation, he disliked killing and specialized in seizing the fated opportunities of others.

He believed that "treasures belong to the virtuous," and he considered himself to be that virtuous one.

To this end, he meditated in the void for a thousand years to comprehend the Dao, creating this Divine Technique that could directly sever all connections between a treasure and its original owner.

[Advanced Randomization]: Evolved from the basic skill [Pickpocket]. The acquisition algorithm has been automatically optimized, filtering out all tags for worthless junk. Now, any attempt will guarantee a hit on a random, valuable target.

[Karmic Severance]: At the moment of acquisition, this technique ignores the spatial seals of storage pouches and can even forcibly erase the original owner’s Blood Essence Refinement and Divine Soul Brand from an item.

[Limitation]: This Divine Technique can only be used once per day.

[Evaluation]: "Fellow Daoist, I perceive this item shares a karmic bond with me. How about you hand it over..."

Within the shadows of the void, Yan Buliu’s figure flickered. He looked down at the antique bronze bell he had just acquired, a pleased and surprised glint in his eyes.

Jackpot on the first try!

[System Prompt: Obtained Magic Treasure—Corpse-Chasing Bell]

When the bronze bell rings, a sinister wind rises; the white bones heed its call and walk in the night.

On the Yellow Springs Road, it guides the souls; in the Netherworld, it controls the spirits of corpses.

[Usage Requirement]: User must practice the Extreme Yin Death Qi Skill and possess class traits related to corpses, the undead, and the like.

[Original Binding: Removed.]

[Can Control Bound Zombie—Undying Bone]

Yan Buliu weighed the bell, which emanated a cold, sinister aura. His gaze subconsciously drifted to the distant figure standing on a coffin: Ji.

’Heh, what a coincidence,’ Yan Buliu thought with a private chuckle. ’I can’t use it myself, but if I sell this thing to Ji, I could make a killing.’

...

Meanwhile, Mr. Corpse Mark, who had just "lost a priceless treasure" but was completely unaware of it, was still fleeing for his life.

When he had first seen those people surrounded by Nascent Soul cultivators, he’d had a bad feeling.

’Isn’t this a goddamn trap? I have to get out of here, now!’

"Stop!" a furious roar exploded. But surprisingly, it came from the men inside the encirclement. "Corpse Mark, you old ghost! You think you can run?!"

"Can’t you see?! The Guixi Sect is a bunch of lunatics! They’re going to slaughter every last one of us! If you run away and leave us to die, how will you answer to the Corpse-Driving Sect? Does your sect want to go back to being mere cannon fodder?"

Another man let out a sinister cackle, directly pinning the blame on him. "Heh heh heh... Corpse Mark, didn’t we agree to attack the Guixi Sect together? Why are you trying to run away now?"

"If we fall here today, you’ll be the next to die!"

"When we planned to attack the Guixi Sect, you were the most eager one of all! You came up with all those vicious plots!"

Hearing this, Mr. Corpse Mark’s blood ran cold.

’No! When the hell did I say any of that? I don’t even know any concrete details about the Guixi Sect! The Celestial Furnace Sect didn’t tell us anything! We haven’t even sent in a spy yet, and you’re already doing this?’

’Can you people stop making shit up just to drag me down with you?!’

He glanced in terror at the Guixi Sect cultivators staring at him, frantically waving his hands and shouting, "That’s absolutely not true! They’re just spouting nonsense! It’s slander! Pure and simple slander!"

"I hold the Guixi Sect in the highest esteem... I was merely hoping to pay a visit, which is why I came... I never thought I’d interrupt your esteemed sect’s important business!"

Mr. Corpse Mark babbled incoherently, already preparing to flee. "Your esteemed sect, please, carry on! Beat them to death, don’t mind me! This old... no, this humble servant will take his leave! I won’t get in your way!"

"I came at a bad time, you all carry on, please, carry on!"

He then burned his blood essence, transforming into a streak of light to once again flee madly into the distance.

But a vicious gale suddenly swept toward him.

Shi Gandang instantly appeared before Mr. Corpse Mark, bringing his giant hammer crashing down!

"No, you’ve come at just the right time."

BANG!!

With a dull thud, Mr. Corpse Mark hastily raised his coffin to block the blow.

The sturdy coffin instantly split with several cracks, and he was sent hurtling back into the encirclement amidst a cloud of rising dust.

Shi Gandang watched the wretched figure of Mr. Corpse Mark tumble to the ground and grinned. "Since you admire us so much, how about you become... raw materials for us?"

...

Seeing Mr. Corpse Mark get brutally smashed back into their circle, Mr. Youquan and the others, who had been terrified just moments before, actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Even having one more person to die with them was a comfort. At least now they were all in the same boat, forced to face this together.

Besides, the corpse he controlled was astonishingly powerful; perhaps it could break them out of this predicament.

Facing Mr. Corpse Mark’s venomous glare, one of the men next to him felt no guilt at all. Instead, he sneered, "Corpse Mark, don’t look at us like that. Look around you. Do you really think the Guixi Sect is going to let any of us go? Besides, ’better you than me,’ isn’t that the little trick your Corpse-Driving Sect is famous for?"

"You—!"

Mr. Corpse Mark choked on his rage, but seeing the grim killing intent surrounding them, he knew that infighting now would be suicide.

In an instant, the grief, indignation, and dejection vanished from his face.

"Fine! Just fine! You’ve gone too far! Do you really think I’m such an easy target?!"

A violent aura erupted from Mr. Corpse Mark as he roared, "I am a Nascent Soul Cultivator, damn it! Since you won’t give me a way out, then today I’ll show you what an Undying Bone can do!"

He slammed his palm down on the massive coffin beside him and bellowed, "Open—!"

BOOM!

The coffin lid blasted away as a thick wave of corpse qi shot into the sky. The surrounding air instantly frosted over with layers of black ice, and the temperature plummeted.

From within the mist of qi, a figure covered in green fur slowly rose to its feet.

This was the zombie he had poured all his efforts into raising—the Undying Bone.

In the Corpse-Driving Sect’s lineage, the cultivators themselves are often physically weak, sometimes even weaker than Magic Cultivators of the same realm. This is because they pour every last one of their resources into their personal, life-bound zombie.

They even transfer the negative side effects of their Cultivation onto the zombie, using its powerful physical body to filter Spiritual Qi, which then nourishes them in return.

The Undying Bone before them had long ago been completely stripped of its intelligence. It had been tempered with countless rare treasures and even infused with the frenzied bloodline of a high-level demon beast, making it a living weapon that knew only slaughter.

It felt no pain, possessed boundless strength, and its physical body was tough enough to clash head-on with magic treasures.

And the only leash for this peerless, ferocious beast was the life-bound magic treasure refined by every Corpse-Driving Sect cultivator with their own divine soul and blood essence—the Corpse-Chasing Bell!