Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

"The demon cultivators are insidious and cunning. After getting the treasure, they still want to put the blame on the three upper sects." Many cultivators nodded in agreement, and they were already certain in their hearts that the Yin-Yang Pearl was in the hands of the Demon Sect. Of course, the most likely party was the Yinshan Sect.

As he was speaking, a man wearing a black robe walked in from outside the restaurant. He had a scarf on his face that could conceal his spiritual sense, leaving only a pair of slender phoenix eyes exposed.

The woman did not hide her foundation-building stage cultivation at all. As soon as she came in, she found a secluded spot and sat down.

Many people glanced at her subconsciously, and when they saw the female cultivator dressed like that, entering the lobby and sitting quietly in a secluded place, they didn't pay much attention to her.

Luo Shan looked at her a few more times and recognized that this female cultivator was the one who had come with her from Pingyang City on the teleportation array.

The female cultivator seemed to have noticed Luo Shan's gaze and looked at him with her narrow eyes.

Luo Shan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a beautiful female voice sounded in his mind:

"Fellow Daoist Luo from the Southern Frontier Corpse Puppetry, I have long heard of your great name."

"Who are you?"

"I am just a casual cultivator, not worth mentioning. Fellow Daoist Luo, I want to make a deal with you."

"Oh, you want to discuss a deal but you don't even reveal your name. I'm afraid you're not sincere enough."

Luo Shan raised an eyebrow. He wanted to make a deal with her, but he didn't even dare to tell her his name. This person might have a complicated background.

"Of course I am sincere. Brother Luo, are you willing to listen to my deal and then decide whether to agree to it?" The black-clothed female cultivator said calmly.

"can."

"This is not a place for detailed discussions. It would be better to find a private room." After transmitting the message, the black-clothed female cultivator stood up and walked straight to the shopkeeper, asking for a private room that could be isolated from spiritual detection.

Luo Shan half-closed his eyes and listened in the lobby for a while before he stood up and walked towards the second floor.

As soon as I went up to the second floor, I heard the voice of the female cultivator in black.

"The fifth room of Xuanzi Room."

Arriving at the door of the fifth room of the Xuan room, Luo Shan pushed the door open and walked in, then set up a soundproof barrier.

"My fellow cultivator, if you have anything to say, you can say it now. I am curious about what deal you can make with me."

She and this female cultivator were just casual acquaintances, and the other party approached her for a deal, apparently because of her identity as a Southern Xinjiang corpse puppet.

"Fellow Daoist Luo." The black-clothed female cultivator stared at Luo Shan for a long while:

"Have you ever heard of ghost cultivation?"

Luo Shan's heart skipped a beat. Practicing ghost cultivation was difficult, and she had only seen some records about ghost cultivation in the library of the Corpse Puppet Tribe.

For the corpse puppets in Southern Xinjiang, ghost cultivators can help them practice, but because it is difficult for ghost cultivators to practice, many cultivators today have died and would rather reincarnate than follow the ghost path.

After all, only one in ten people can survive a thunder tribulation of the ghost path. If one dies in a thunder tribulation, his soul will be shattered and there will be no reincarnation.

"I know it."

Luo Shan's hand hidden under his sleeve gently stroked the white jade coffin. Feeling the unusual movement from the corpse inside the white jade coffin, Luo Shan frowned slightly.

This female cultivator has ghostly aura about her, but she is not a ghost cultivator.

"To be honest, I'm looking for a trade with you because I want to ask for your help. Of course, I'm willing to give you the Yin-Yang Water as a reward." The black-clothed female cultivator said as she took out the white jade bottle directly from her storage bag.

"If Daoist Luo is willing, this Yin-Yang Water will belong to you."

"What do you want me to do?"

Luo Shan was somewhat tempted. The Yin-Yang Water was something she could only come across by chance. Unfortunately, she had water spirit roots and she practiced with the corpse puppets all day long, so the Yin-Yang energies in her body were somewhat unbalanced. If she had the Yin-Yang Water to balance the two energies, her future practice would surely be twice as effective with half the effort.

"I want you to lend me your corpse puppet to help my senior brother overcome the thunder tribulation in foundation building." Although the black-clothed monk looked calm, he was very worried in his heart.

"Is your senior brother a ghost cultivator?" Luo Shan looked at the black-clothed female cultivator intently. Thinking of the ghost aura he sensed from the other party, Luo Shan felt that he must have guessed correctly.

"Yes, he has been at the peak of Qi Refining for several years, and has been suppressing his cultivation and has not established a foundation. But recently his cultivation has become increasingly uncontrollable. If he does not break through, I am afraid he will explode and die."

Ghost cultivators are different from human cultivators. Human cultivators will only experience thunder tribulations when they break through the Jindan stage, but ghost cultivators will experience three thunder tribulations when they break through the foundation-building stage.

Moreover, ghost cultivators have no physical body to protect them, and they have to use their spirits and souls to fight against the heavenly thunder. Even if they manage to break through by chance, their spirits and souls will certainly be severely damaged.

"I agree to this deal." Luo Shan looked at the bottle of Yin-Yang water on the table and pondered for a long time before speaking.

"In that case, thank you very much, Brother Luo, for your help." The female cultivator in black breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go back and prepare some. We'll meet at Zizhu Mountain outside the city in three days." The female cultivator thought for a moment and took out three drops of Yin-Yang water from the table:

"This is a deposit for Fellow Daoist Luo. After the matter is completed, all the Yin-Yang Water will be handed over to Fellow Daoist Luo."

After paying the deposit, the female cultivator in black left the restaurant directly. As soon as they left, Luo Shan put the three drops of Yin-Yang water into the white jade coffin, with a slight smile on her lips.

This female cultivator is indeed not simple. The Yin-Yang Water is so precious, yet she is willing to spend a huge amount of money just to help her "senior brother" break through the foundation. It is interesting to see such a deep affection between senior and junior brothers.

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"Junior sister, is everything done?" In a secluded courtyard, the black-clothed female cultivator took out the soul-nourishing token from her body, and soon, a figure that looked like a man appeared.

"She agreed." The black-clothed female cultivator nodded, then frowned: "The Yin-Yang Water is too precious, why did Senior Brother use it to make a deal?"

"Junior sister, she is no different from the ordinary Southern Border Corpse Puppet Monk. With her talent, I'm afraid that other things we have, except for the Yin-Yang Water, will not impress her at all." The man sighed and continued:

"But don't worry, when I break through the foundation-building stage, I will make her pay back the Yin-Yang Water with interest." The male cultivator sneered.

If you want his things, you have to see if you have the ability to do it. Yin-Yang Water is also a treasure for ghost cultivators. How could he be willing to trade it away?

"Brother, that female cultivator from Southern Border is quite powerful." The female cultivator in black was a little worried. She had also heard of this woman's name. To be able to make a name for herself in the Donglin Secret Realm, she must be no ordinary person.

"The corpse puppets of Southern Xinjiang fight against corpses. Without the corpse puppets, their strength will be greatly reduced. Three days later, I will live in the body of the corpse puppet to endure the thunder tribulation of foundation building. The thunder tribulation not only restrains ghost cultivators, but also corpse puppets. When the time comes, you and I will join forces. Can't we deal with a female cultivator from Southern Xinjiang who is unable to fight with a corpse puppet?" The man said, looking at his junior sister.

"Junior sister, don't forget that when our master was killed by the demon cultivators, those hateful corpse puppet cultivators took away his body and refined it into corpse puppets."

Seeing the ugly expression on the black-clothed female cultivator's face, the male cultivator spoke coldly.

"But the one who killed Master was a demon cultivator, and his soul was also destroyed by the demon cultivator."

Although the black-clothed female cultivator did not like the Southern Xinjiang corpse puppet cultivators who were looking for the bodies of cultivators like tomb robbers, when it came to her master, she hated the evil cultivator who killed her master more.

After talking with Luo Shan today, she did not have a bad impression of him. The other party was willing to lend the corpse puppet to help, which was already a favor to them. If he repaid kindness with evil, wouldn't he be no different from a demon cultivator?

Noticing his junior sister's hesitation, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across the male cultivator's eyes, and in a place where the black-clothed female cultivator could not see, a ball of black mist condensed in his hand.

"Junior sister, I know what I did was not upright, but now, I am a ghost cultivator. If Master was still alive, I would naturally not want to do such a thing. But when I think of Master's body being stolen by the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet cultivators, I hate myself for being powerless."

The black-clothed female cultivator fell silent upon hearing this. She lowered her head, unable to bear to see her senior brother in this state.

Upon seeing this, the male ghost cultivator used the ghost energy condensed in his palm to silently penetrate into the consciousness of the female cultivator in black.

The female cultivator in black originally had her head down with a sad look on her face. After the ghost energy invaded her consciousness, a trace of confusion flashed across her eyes, and she raised her eyes with lifeless eyes and looked at the male ghost cultivator opposite her.