Immortals Step into Heaven

Moreover, even if one is lucky enough to find a ten-thousand-year-old zombie, with its powerful strength, who would easily refine it into a spiritual corpse?

After all, the ten thousand year old zombie itself is an extremely terrifying existence. Instead of taking the risk of refining a spiritual corpse, it is better to stay away from it.

For Zheng Yuan now, the method of refining corpses was indeed quite suitable. In this dangerous environment, a few more refined corpses could double the combat power.

Zheng Yuan took out three Qi-refined corpses and, following the instructions in the Corpse Refining Art, carefully placed spiritual imprints on them. As the spiritual imprints gradually merged into the corpses, Zheng Yuan could clearly feel a connection between himself and the corpses.

When the mark was completely solidified, Zheng Yuan began to control the corpse. His thoughts moved, and the corpse followed suit, their movements in perfect unison, very much like a real corpse.

A tinge of joy welled up in Zheng Yuan's heart. With the help of these refined corpses, he felt more confident in facing various dangers. However, he also knew that although the refined corpses were powerful, he couldn't be careless.

He must constantly hone his skills in controlling the corpses so that he can exert maximum power at critical moments.

Over the next few days, Zheng Yuan devoted himself to honing his control over the corpses. He constantly experimented with various commands and tactical combinations, allowing the corpses to simulate battles in different scenarios.

Every attempt is an opportunity to learn and improve. Zheng Yuan carefully observes the reactions and actions of the corpse and constantly adjusts his control methods.

Sometimes he would have the corpses launch rapid assaults to test their speed and explosive power, and sometimes he would have them defend themselves to test their defensive strength and stability. In this process, Zheng Yuan gradually understood the characteristics and strengths of each corpse, allowing him to better utilize them in actual combat.

Over time, Zheng Yuan's control of the corpses grew more and more proficient. He could easily direct them to perform complex tactical maneuvers, such as outflanking, ambushing, and coordinated attacks. The corpses seemed to become an extension of his body, accurately executing his every command.

Zheng Yuan's strength had greatly increased at this point. He put the refined corpse into his storage bag.

Zheng Yuan slapped the spirit beast bag, and Xiao Hei appeared, jumping into Zheng Yuan's arms and rubbing against him for a while. Zheng Yuan touched Xiao Hei's head and said to him, "You are now in the late first stage."

It’s time to break through to the second level monster!

When Xiao Hei heard Zheng Yuan's words, he immediately licked Zheng Yuan's face and wagged his tail.

Zheng Yuan took out the demon-transforming lotus seeds from his storage bag and gave five to Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei became drowsy after eating the seeds. Seeing this, Zheng Yuan put Xiao Hei into his spirit beast bag.

Zheng Yuan sat quietly in the guest room, brow furrowed, lost in deep thought. He racked his brain over how he could find Siqin of the Shura Sect. Various possible clues and avenues kept popping up in his mind, but he kept denying them.

He kept thinking in his mind that Siqin's whereabouts were mysterious and unpredictable.

How easy is it for Zheng Yuan to find Siqin?

An unknown amount of time passed, time seemingly frozen in endless contemplation. Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Zheng Yuan's eyes, a sharp sword piercing the darkness, instantly illuminating the fog in his heart. He murmured, "The person who tied the bell must untie it."

Indeed, Zheng Yuan knew that finding Siqin was incredibly difficult. Her whereabouts were like the unpredictable wind, mysterious and unpredictable, making it impossible to track her down.

However, what if Siqin came to find Zheng Yuan? Once this idea emerged in her mind, it was like a seed, quickly taking root and sprouting. If Siqin took the initiative to find Zheng Yuan, then all problems would be solved.

He no longer needed to search for her in the vast crowd.

Zheng Yuan left the room and headed towards the bustling market town. He had a plan in mind: to spread a message among the bustling crowd. In a mountain city five hundred miles from Yunshan Market, there lived a stunningly beautiful male cultivator.

His face seemed to be carefully carved by God, with his slightly upturned eyes hiding countless stars, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

His long, inky hair cascaded freely over his shoulders, and his white robe fluttered in the wind, adding to his graceful demeanor. His aura was cool and noble, making some hesitate to approach, yet they were irresistibly drawn to him. Anyone who caught a glimpse of him would be captivated by his stunning beauty, a sight that would remain etched in their memory for a long time.

After Zheng Yuan changed his form, he also gave some spirit stones to the Qi-refining cultivators in the market town to spread the knowledge on his behalf.

If Siqin of the Shura Sect heard the news in the market, she would probably react. As for whether it would attract other cultivators, Zheng Yuan was not worried at all. In the world of immortal cultivation, most female cultivators were pure and unselfish, and only made sacrifices to improve their cultivation.

A handsome man would not catch their eyes at all. Only a demon cultivator like Siqin, who practices magic by sucking people's essence and blood, would be attracted to her.

In an exquisite pavilion in the Yunshan Market, the demon cultivator Siqin sat quietly, lost in thought. She, a demon cultivator who relied on her charm to absorb the essence and blood of others, had always been a maverick. At this moment, she had also heard a piece of news, a faint whisper in the fog, leaving her momentarily unable to determine whether it was true or false. Perhaps it was a trap set by someone to lure her in, or perhaps there was something truly hidden.

She frowned slightly, a hint of doubt and vigilance in her eyes. After a moment, the corners of her mouth suddenly lifted slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. That smile seemed to contain endless profound meaning, making it difficult to guess what she was thinking.

Zheng Yuan had arrived in the mountain city early, his appearance quietly transformed. His white robe, as white as snow, fluttered gently in the mountain city breeze. He often appeared by the riverbank, standing quietly there, his gaze deep and distant, as if anticipating someone's arrival.

Time flew by like a white horse, and in a flash, a month had passed. During this long month, the sky of the mountain city changed different colors, and clouds drifted slowly by, but Zheng Yuan still did not wait for Siqin from the Shura Sect.

He paced back and forth along the riverbank of the mountain city, his figure appearing somewhat lonely. His steps were slow and heavy, each one akin to deep thought. He paused, gazing at the distant mountains, a trace of confusion in his eyes. Sometimes he lowered his head to gaze at the river below, the gurgling water seeming to echo his inner questions. He wondered what had gone wrong. Had he been discovered?

Or did Siqin run into some trouble that she couldn't get out of?

Or is there some loophole in his plan that he has not noticed?

All kinds of questions swirled in his mind, causing him to fall into deep thought.

Are you waiting for me? A beautiful female voice came, the sound like a clear spring flowing through the mountains, and like the melodious song of a yellow oriole, gently rippling in the air.

Zheng Yuan suddenly raised his head, a hint of doubt in his eyes. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a graceful woman slowly approaching.