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

"Cough cough cough." A heavy cough sounded, and the black-clothed female cultivator struggled to stand up, but her shoulders were deformed by the impact and severe pain came. She even had difficulty taking the pills.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, can you please let go..." The black-clothed female cultivator had no choice but to raise her head. When she looked up, she saw that her senior brother was trapped. The spiritual power in Fellow Daoist Luo's hand compressed her senior brother's body little by little and trapped him in a palm-sized water spirit ball.

But before she could finish her words, she was shocked to see that Fellow Daoist Luo held the Water Spirit Ball, tossed it in the air, and then put it towards his waist without changing his expression. Then she saw a hole in the white jade coffin lid hanging on his waist, and swallowed the Water Spirit Ball.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, he...my senior brother..."

Although the black-clothed female cultivator was no longer wearing the veil that blocked her spiritual senses, her face was somewhat unrecognizable in the previous fight. At least Luo Shan saw that her face was covered in blood.

"My fellow Daoist, I borrowed my corpse puppet to help your senior brother overcome the foundation-building thunder tribulation, but I didn't expect that you would repay me with evil and want to kill me to steal the treasure. Now my corpse puppet has been struck by three extremely yang heavenly thunders and is still recuperating in the coffin. Daoist, why don't you give me an explanation?"

Luo Shan's face turned cold first. He looked at the black-clothed female cultivator with sharp eyes. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and performed a cleansing spell on the other party.

The blood on her face disappeared, revealing a face as white as jade and with curved eyebrows. She was indeed a beauty.

"I... this matter is caused by me. How do you want me to explain it, fellow Daoist?" The black-clothed female cultivator looked somewhat guilty.

"Do you know how much natural resources and treasures it takes to refine a suitable corpse puppet in Nanjiang?" Luo Shan sneered, pointing at his white jade coffin:

"Although it was your senior brother who had evil intentions, and now he has become the material for my corpse puppet to repair his body, it is also his own fault. As for you, compensate me with 10,000 spirit stones and I will let this matter go."

"No, Brother Luo, I am willing to compensate you. I just hope you can let my brother go. He has no choice but to be like this now."

The black-clothed female cultivator had a pale face. When she heard Luo Shan say that he wanted to refine her senior brother into a corpse puppet, her heart tightened and she spoke quickly.

"Let him go, are you kidding me?" Luo Shan looked at the black-robed nun with a look of the Madonna:

"He just said he wanted to turn you into a corpse puppet, and you asked me to let him go. Do you really not need to see a doctor?"

Luo Shan was a little bit unbelievable. In this world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, there actually was such a naive female cultivator. How on earth did she cultivate to the stage of building a foundation?

"I don't want to save him, I just want my fellow Taoist to give him a chance to reincarnate." If the soul is refined, it will naturally be equivalent to completely disappearing into thin air.

"My fellow Daoist, do you think I, Luo Shan, look like a good person? I have no interest in sending my enemies to reincarnation. If you don't compensate me with spirit stones, I am interested in sending you to reincarnation." Ghost cultivation is a great tonic for corpse puppets. She was foolish to send him to reincarnation.

By refining the spirit and soul of the ghost cultivator, the space of the corpse puppet can be expanded to accommodate the spirit and soul.

"You..." It was only at this moment that the black-clothed female cultivator realized the other party's identity as a cultivator from the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet. She felt regretful in her heart, wondering why she had approached the other party to trade at that time.

"I don't have so many spirit stones on me." The black-clothed female cultivator forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"If you don't have spirit stones, then take away the storage bag..." Luo San's expression changed before he finished speaking, and his eyes looked at several figures coming rapidly from a distance.

"Which Taoist fellow is here to undergo the tribulation?" The voice came before the person arrived, followed by a middle-aged male cultivator in white shirt stepping down from mid-air and stopping in front of Luo Shan and the female cultivator in black.

"Hey, it's ghost energy, could it be the foundation-building thunder tribulation of a ghost cultivator?"

Feeling the residual ghost energy in the air, the middle-aged male cultivator shifted his gaze towards Luo Shan and the female cultivator in black.

"You are not ghost cultivators, so where did the ghost cultivators who transcended the tribulation go?"

Realizing that the two were living people, the middle-aged male cultivator frowned.

"Uncle Song." Two foundation-building monks in white robes followed behind. Seeing the middle-aged male monk standing between Luo San and the black-robed female monk, one of the female foundation-building monks frowned and asked, "Why is Brother Luo here?"

"Fairy Gu." Luo Shan nodded towards Gu Qingcheng, and then answered the middle-aged man: "The ghost cultivator naturally died under the thunder."

“So that’s how it is.” The world of cultivation hasn’t seen any ghost cultivators with cultivation levels above the foundation-building stage for tens of thousands of years. The fundamental reason for this is that the thunder that ghost cultivators face in the world of cultivation is extremely yang and strong, which greatly restrains ghost cultivators, so ghost cultivators generally practice in the underworld.

I just don't know why a ghost cultivator would choose to survive the thunder tribulation in the world of cultivation. Could it be that an old man hanged himself because he thought his life was too long?

"Struck to death by lightning?" Another voice came from not far away, followed by a male cultivator in a brown robe mockingly:

"There are such ignorant ghost cultivators in the world of cultivation who dare to survive here."

As soon as this male cultivator appeared, he was followed by three foundation-building cultivators. Two of them Luo San had seen on the sea before. They were Wang Yang, the young master of the Wang family, and the middle-aged male cultivator who had provoked him on the boat.

"Fairy Qingcheng, nice to meet you again." Wang Yang glanced at the people present one by one, and soon his eyes set on Gu Qingcheng, greeting her warmly.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, you can just call me Gu Qingcheng." Hearing Wang Yang's words, Gu Qingcheng's face turned indifferent and she nodded towards him in a distant manner.

"That ghost cultivator did not go to the underworld, but stayed in the world of cultivation instead. He chose to survive the tribulation on earth. He must have been fully confident. How could he be struck to death by the thunder?" Song Guili frowned and looked at Luo Shan with scrutiny and suspicion.

It is said that ghost cultivators and corpse puppets are rare cultivation materials. I once heard that there was an evil cultivator in southern Xinjiang who specially raised some ghost cultivators in order to refine a powerful corpse puppet.

Later, the matter became a big deal, and the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppetry also issued an order prohibiting the raising of ghost corpses for cultivation.

Could it be that this fellow Daoist Luo took advantage of the ghost cultivator's tribulation and tricked him into capturing him?

"What Guili said makes sense." The middle-aged cultivator of the Song family nodded and looked at the seriously injured female cultivator in black not far away.

"Who are you?"

The pressure from the Jindan stage made the blood on the face of the black-clothed female cultivator disappear completely:

"I am just a casual cultivator named Jin Wu." Facing a Jindan cultivator, even though she didn't want to reveal her name anymore, she had to bow her head.

"Jin Wu, at forty you are already a foundation-building cultivator. You have good aptitude. Since you are a casual cultivator, do you want to join my Wang family and participate in the monster hunting competition in a month?"

The leader from the Wang family spoke with a smile. Although the female cultivator looked seriously injured, she might have some skills to have survived the hands of the Southern Xinjiang corpse puppet named Luo.

He arrived late and thought that the female cultivator had fought with Luo San for a long time before.

The only question was why not win over the other one. The leading cultivator of the Wang family glanced at the middle-aged male cultivator behind him and felt unhappy.

Jin Wu glanced at the leading monk of the Wang family and felt extremely regretful:

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior. However, I am seriously injured now. It will take a long time for me to recover."

Jin Wu declined politely, as she didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the Wang and Song families.

"Your injuries can be healed with just one third-grade Yuqing Pill. If you join my Wang family, this pill will be a gift from the Wang family to you." The leader of the Wang family continued.