Chapter 31: Strange Changes

  A layer of pale green mist that was almost invisible to the naked eye fell onto the wounds on the young man's corpse.

  According to Yang Fan's previous experience, whether it was a wound, a scar, or a bruise, the Rain and Dew technique could easily handle it.

  The moment the green mist came into contact with the wound, a strange change occurred.

  Sizzling~

  Wounds covered with rain and dew, suddenly emitting a thread of black toxic smoke, making people dizzy.

  And at the wound site, a pool of blood and water emerged, with flesh dissolving, making one feel nauseous.

  Yang Fan's face changed color, his body "thudded" and retreated several feet away, cautiously staring at the changes in the corpse.

  "It won't turn into a zombie, will it......"

  Yang Fan's face changed color as he found that the black toxic smoke on the wound was gradually dissipating, and a pool of blood flowed out in front of the corpse, merging into the earth.

  Hehe~

  After a long time, this change disappeared, and only around the wound of the corpse, the flesh was rotten and melted away in a large area.

  Such a strange change made Yang Fan feel both disgusted and curious.

  "Why did such a change occur..."

  Yang Fan furrowed his brow in thought, but still couldn't figure it out.

  Finally, he let out a soft sigh: "It seems that there are still many subtleties in this 'Xianhong Jue' that require me to explore on my own."

  By healing the wounded to enhance their cultivation, it is just one of the effects he has explored.

  "It's not suitable to stay for long in this desolate and wild place."

  Yang Fan finally suppressed his curiosity and left the wilderness without even looking at the corpse.

  Wow!

  He once again circulated his "Kumu Gong", adjusting the breath in his body, making himself look more like an ordinary person.

  To avoid being recognized by the familiar monks after going to "Xiū Yù Gé", Yang Fan once again used his "Transformation Technique" to make his body grow taller and even changed some of the muscles on his face.

  Kareki no Jutsu + Transformation Technique

  The former adjusts his breath, and the latter changes his body shape, making small changes to his appearance. Yang Fan believes that as long as it's not someone he's very familiar with, it's impossible for anyone to easily recognize him.

  He then came near the official road, untied his horse's reins, and took advantage of the faint night color to gallop against the wind at dawn.

  Just after Yang Fan left, a flying eagle with two eyes emitting green flames suddenly flew into the night sky.

  The flying eagle landed near two corpses, circled for a moment, and then broke through the air and left.

  In an instant, a tearing sound came from the sky, and a fat old Taoist wearing a gray Taoist robe, riding on a dark black fog, descended from the sky.

  He gazed down at the two corpses, his eyes fixed on the young man's body.

  Beside the corpse, there was a strange pool of blood. The rotting flesh and scorch marks on the body were even more shocking to behold.

  "Strange... Could it be that a great enemy of my 'Ghost Corpse Path' has appeared?"

  The fat old Taoist had a look of horror on his face, opened up his spiritual awareness, and examined the surroundings, but didn't discover any clues.

  After a long while, he waved his hand and two strands of eerie green flames shot into the two corpses below.

  Before long, the two corpses began to squirm and actually crawled up from the ground.

  "The original owners of these two corpses were all cultivators, and one was even in the Condensing Spirit stage..."

  The fat old Taoist had a hint of joy on his face.

  Then he began to manipulate these two corpses to walk.

  "Huh?"

  The fat old Taoist stared at the young corpse, finding it more difficult to manipulate than the one in the condensed spirit period.

  At this sight, the fat old Taoist's face turned solemn, and several strands of eerie green smoke emerged from his hands, surging into the young man's body.

  Sizzling~

  A faint mist emerged from a certain part of the young man's body, lasting for several breaths before settling down.

  "What kind of technique is this, actually suppressing my 'Ghost Corpse Dao'..."

  The fat old Taoist had a solemn face, with a cold light in his eyes, and he patted a special black pouch at his waist.

  A dark and eerie aura emanated from that pocket, shrouding the two corpses that resembled puppets.

  In an instant, the two corpses disappeared and were put into a black bag.

  After doing all this, the fat old Taoist drove the black fog to rise into the air, and as for the flying eagle with green flames, it was unknown which corner it flew to find its target.

  "It's almost dawn... Since I've come this far, I might as well go to the 'Xiū Yù Gé' and get some materials for refining equipment."

  Having spoken, the fat old Taoist rode on a black fog and flew towards Xiuyutang Market.

  ……

  As for Yang Fan, after leaving the desolate wilderness, he followed the official road and hastened his horse.

  However, after a fleeting moment, there was a faint unease in his heart.

  After he left the wilderness where the battle had taken place, due to the anomaly, the two corpses were not dealt with.

  Now, whenever he thinks of those two corpses, his heart feels somewhat uneasy.

  Yang Fan was mentally tough, but killing someone and stealing treasure was something he had never done before.

  "Whatever, those two are already dead. As long as I'm careful and don't easily take out that medium-grade spiritual artifact, there shouldn't be any big problems."

  Yang Fan thought about it and temporarily put aside the matter of the two corpses.

  As he looked up, the sky was gradually brightening, and Yang Fan suddenly felt a strange reaction in his heart.

  He involuntarily raised his head to look up at the high sky, and with his eyesight, he only saw a blurry black fog.

  "That is..."

  Yang Fan's eyes gathered a hint of spiritual light as he gazed up at the black fog.

  In the distance, he saw a slightly stout figure, riding on the black fog under his feet, and galloping through the air.

  "This person is actually a demonic cultivator!"

  Yang Fan was startled and quickly dispelled the "Lingyan Technique" to avoid being detected by his opponent.

  After a few breaths, the black fog disappeared from Yang Fan's line of sight.

  "That person just now was at least a late-stage cultivator of the Condensing God stage, why did I suddenly have a premonition about his arrival..."

  Yang Fan was secretly puzzled in his heart and still wanted to be different.

  However, he had taken note of this and remembered the shape and general outline of that black fog monk.

  After spending several more days of effort, Yang Fan finally arrived at a river near "Xiuyuge", named "Qingjiang River".

  "Qingjiang River" is a winding river that stretches for thousands of miles, cutting through extremely large valleys inland, with an extremely large water flow, generally hundreds of meters wide in most areas, and there are also many boat-filled rivers.

  "Clear River, Jade Pavilion, this is no longer the first time I've come here..."

  Yang Fan let out a light sigh and gazed at the river in front of him, which flowed turbulently into the depths of the mountain valley.

  At the age of six, his father took him to "Xiuyuge" and then sent himself to "Yangjiabao".

  After that, after advancing to the Condensing Spirit stage, he also flew with his sword and came to Xiuyuge once, trying to find some clues about his father, but returned without success.

  At this moment, he came to "Xiuyuge" for the third time, but as a low-ranking pharmacist.

  This time, Yang Fan couldn't fly over like he did the first two times and could only look for a ferry on the shore.

  The route to Xiuyuge Pavilion, Yang Fan still vaguely remembered, he found several fishermen and hired them to go to Xiuyuge Pavilion.

  However, most of these fishermen did not know where "Xiū Yù Gé" was.

  "This young master, I heard you want to go to 'Xiū Yù Gé'?"

  At this moment, a sly-looking young man walked over.

  "Right, as if you know something?"

  Yang Fan smiled slightly, knowing that something was up. The cultivators heading to the "Xiuyuge" were definitely not just him, and those below the Condensation stage were also numerous. They must have taken a certain route and crossed the river by boat.

  "Come with me, young master."

  The young man gave Yang Fan a wink and said with great cleverness.

  Yang Fan understood and followed the young man for four or five miles, entering a teahouse and then going in through the back door to come before a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face.

  "Third Master, I've brought someone for you, he's going to 'Xiū Yù Gé'."

  The young man was flattered by the middle-aged woman's flattering words.

  "Hmm, these two silver coins are for you."

  The middle-aged man with a hemp-like face sent the young boy away, looked at Yang Fan and smiled: "Fellow Taoist wants to go to 'Xiū Yù Gé'? We are specially responsible for this matter, please follow me."

  "Please lead the way."

  Yang Fan discovered that this person was a mid-term cultivator of Qi Refining, and the other's numb face was mostly the result of disguise.

  Along a dark corridor, the middle-aged man with a hemp face brought Yang Fan to a spacious hall.

  As soon as the door opened, I saw soft light inside, emitting a faint sandalwood fragrance.

  Yang Fan's gaze swept across the hall, his pupils shrinking slightly.

  (Chapter 1 is here, recommended not to miss it)