Corpse cultivation is different from spiritual cultivation, as it comes with inherent ranks from birth.
White zombies are the most common, and even if they cultivate to the Great Ascension stage, they only become slightly tougher, but they have the fatal flaw of fearing sunlight.
Black zombies are stronger and not afraid of sunlight, making them a mid-tier rank among corpse cultivators.
Flying corpses move as fast as lightning, unpredictable and much stronger than black zombies, capable of ruling over others.
However, drought demons are on a completely different level.
Their bodies are indestructible, and their power is overwhelming, leaving no life in their wake, truly the emperor of corpses.
When Jiang Yin first found this demonic cultivator’s corpse, it hadn’t yet grown white hair, only showing signs of transformation.
After her careful nurturing, it not only successfully transformed but was also tempered by heavenly lightning, becoming a powerful black zombie.
Judging by the pressure it emits, it likely holds immense power within, and it might directly advance to the Nascent Soul stage upon awakening.
But Jiang Yin is still not satisfied; she needs a large amount of precious Yin Sha materials for cultivation, aiming at least for the level of a flying corpse.
A flying corpse, once born, should be able to rival the God Transformation stage.
Its speed is like thunder, and its body is tough and formidable, much stronger than spiritual cultivators of the same level.
Jiang Yin’s fingers hovered over the black zombie’s forehead, contemplating for a moment before deciding against awakening it.
Although she urgently needs powerful strength now, a Nascent Soul black zombie is ultimately too weak.
Once awakened, advancing further would be as difficult as reaching the heavens.
Sacrificing future potential for temporary gain is not worth it.
At the very least, she should wait until it becomes a flying corpse before considering its use.
Jiang Yin took out a communication jade talisman to contact Hun Er.
The previous order to monitor the ghost clan now needs an additional task: to find the Purple Yin Demon Core.
Not only for her but also to quickly catalyze the black zombie.
With the help of the Treasure Pavilion, not expanding quickly would be a waste.
For several days after, Jiang Yin was busy on the deserted island with the black zombie, while Tang Muxi wasn’t idle either.
She used newly brewed spiritual wine to bribe the Imprisoning Demon Sword left to monitor her, then ran to the Heavenly Island’s medicine garden to water her precious spiritual plants.
Last time, she won the Extreme Cold Ice Marrow in a lottery, which can continuously produce an Extreme Cold Ice Pool.
Although the speed isn’t fast, it provides a supply source, so there’s no worry about running out.
Tang Muxi didn’t hold back and directly dug a canal between the Hunyuan Purple Soil and the ice pool for irrigation.
Part of it belongs to her master, so she set aside a small lake to store it, preventing herself from using too much.
Without a shovel or hoe, and with the Imprisoning Demon Sword not around, she simply drew out the Illusion God to transform it into farming tools.
The Illusion God was initially unwilling, but having recognized Tang Muxi as its master, it couldn’t resist and reluctantly allowed itself to be manipulated, looking utterly defeated.
Tang Muxi recently developed a headache problem, often feeling weak and breathless after a short while of work.
Today was no different; she was resting in the field when a bright idea struck her.
Why should she do it herself?
As a heavenly-grade artifact capable of transformation, why couldn’t the Illusion God transform and work on its own?
With this thought, Tang Muxi felt it made perfect sense and eagerly called the Illusion God over: “Illusion God.”
It stiffened, thinking its master wanted to start farming again, and reluctantly transformed into a hoe, floating over.
“No need, transform first; I have a question for you.”
The Illusion God was surprised, and seeing it didn’t need to become a hoe, it happily transformed, sitting obediently in front of Tang Muxi: “What does the master want to ask?
I’ll tell you everything I know!”
Its usually expressionless face was now much more lively.
Clearly, the recent farming had caused significant psychological trauma to this proud heavenly-grade artifact.
However, it didn’t know that greater torment awaited.
“After transforming, can you…
while maintaining human form, create other things?”
Tang Muxi’s eyes sparkled.
The Illusion God pondered for a moment, then with a flick of its hand, conjured a bow and arrow in mid-air, identical to its original form.
“Is this what the master means?”
Tang Muxi beamed with joy, “Yes, yes, yes!
Amazing!”
The Illusion God, hearing the praise, had a glint of pride in its eyes, clearly pleased but pretending to be calm: “I am a heavenly-grade artifact with endless wonders.
This bow and arrow are formed by splitting part of my internal power.
Although it can’t exert full strength, it can reach up to seventy percent.”
“Seventy percent?
So the remaining thirty percent is used to form a human body?”
“That’s right, but now that I’ve acknowledged you as my master, my power is suppressed, and my strength will be slightly reduced.
However, you can manipulate five types of spiritual energy to form spiritual arrows, each with different effects…”
The Illusion God rambled on, detailing the current extent of her abilities to her master.
While boasting, she also sought praise to satisfy her vanity.
However, she didn’t realize that Tang Muxi wasn’t asking about her strength for that reason.
Seeing that the Illusion God had almost finished speaking, Tang Muxi suppressed her excitement and asked, “Can you turn the bow in your hand into a hoe?”
A hoe…
The Illusion God froze, suddenly feeling that something was off.
But having just boasted, she couldn’t back down, so she obediently transformed the bow and arrow into a hoe.
“Like this?”
“Yes, yes!
Just like that.”
Tang Muxi beamed, her sweet voice full of persuasion, “Then go and dig the soil with the hoe.
If it’s inconvenient, you can turn it into a shovel or something and dig the spiritual channel.”
The Illusion God nodded instinctively and was about to start, but after a few steps, she suddenly realized and stood there gripping the hoe tightly.
“Dig…
the spiritual channel?”
Tang Muxi nodded repeatedly.
“Me?”
The Illusion God was incredulous.
Tang Muxi blinked her sparkling eyes and urged, “Hurry up, hurry up, there’s only a little bit left.
I’m feeling dizzy now and can’t do it.
Come on, I can cheer you on from here!”
The Illusion God frowned, pursing her lips without moving.
Though she didn’t speak, her whole demeanor screamed reluctance.
However, Tang Muxi was used to dealing with her, knowing exactly how to handle people’s tempers and then pushing her luck.
Jiang Yin had a bad temper and would often lash out, keeping Tang Muxi in check.
But the Illusion God was different.
Although she also had a bad temper, she never got angry with her master, being cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Tang Muxi was an expert at dealing with such people.
Seeing her unmoving, Tang Muxi slowly pursed her lips, then pouted, her face full of grievance and vulnerability.
“Illusion God…”
she whined, her voice thick with a nasal tone, as if she were about to cry, “Please go, my head hurts.
If the spiritual channel isn’t dug, I won’t be at ease, I can’t eat or sleep well, I’ll be constantly anxious, and I might even fall ill from worry.
Please go, you’re the only one who can help me now, you’re all I have left…”
—You’re all I have left.
Even after thousands of years, hearing those words again still touched her deeply.
The Illusion God couldn’t hold on any longer.
When her master spoke for the third time, she finally gave in, resignedly lowering her head, “Stop it, I’ll go…”
Her tone was as reluctant as could be, but she still turned around, carrying the hoe to the Hunyuan Purple Soil.
As soon as she left, Tang Muxi’s worry turned to joy, and she shouted from afar, “Go for it!
I’m waiting for you!”
Jiang Yin had gone to the deserted island again today.
Her cultivation had reached the late stage of the Golden Core, just a hair’s breadth from perfection, so she went to the island early every day to intensify her training.
She left early and returned late, also keeping track of Hun Er’s progress, making her days quite fulfilling.
Today, there was nothing urgent to discuss with Hun Er, so she returned a bit early.
Feeling guilty that Tang Muxi was stuck in her room every day, she had earlier asked Wen Mingyu to have her subordinates bring some delicacies from the Exquisite Delicacies House to reward her junior sister.
Wen Mingyu was initially reluctant, but after Jiang Yin gave her a piece of Xuan-grade soul jade, she reluctantly agreed.
Jiang Yin returned to the main room in high spirits, looking for Tang Muxi to enjoy the food, only to find the room empty.
“Tang Muxi?”
Jiang Yin was puzzled, as there were no signs of the detection array being triggered.
Where could she be?
She couldn’t have been kidnapped…
Jiang Yin was startled!
Thinking of her junior sister’s strange headaches, she was suddenly both scared and furious.
“Imprisoning Demon Sword!”
She had clearly left the Imprisoning Demon Sword to guard the place, could someone have bypassed the artifact to take her junior sister?!
She called out loudly, her expression so serious it could drip water, but after calling three times, the Imprisoning Demon Sword still didn’t appear.
She then used a spell and finally found the Imprisoning Demon Sword in a wine jar under the bed.
The wine was newly brewed by Tang Muxi a few days ago, using many precious spiritual plants, making it a powerful tonic.
The once majestic black demon sword was now blissfully soaking in the wine jar, bubbling with happiness.
So even a sword could drink.
Jiang Yin’s face turned cold as she pulled it out, asking indifferently.
“Who gave you the wine?”
Imprisoning Demon Sword was in a daze, unable to speak, and could only vaguely point with its tip towards the outside of the bed.
Tang Muxi liked to get up at night to drink water, so she often slept on the outside.
This meant that the one who “got Imprisoning Demon Sword drunk” was none other than Tang Muxi herself.
Jiang Yin realized this almost instantly.
No wonder she suddenly thought of brewing wine; it turned out she had this plan in mind.
It seemed that without her knowing, her junior sister had been “bribing” Imprisoning Demon Sword quite a bit, sneaking out without a trace.
Jiang Yin let out a cold laugh, looking at Imprisoning Demon Sword with eyes devoid of any warmth.
Truly impressive.
Truly remarkable.
Her little junior sister was becoming more and more mischievous.
Despite her body’s issues, she was as bold as ever.
Jiang Yin closed her eyes, suppressing her raging emotions.
She shot a cold glance at Imprisoning Demon Sword, then directly locked it into her storage ring before turning to find her junior sister.
She first searched the main island thoroughly, and after confirming her junior sister wasn’t there, her expression grew even colder as she turned towards the Heavenly Island’s medicine garden.
Tang Muxi only frequented a few places: the alchemy room, the medicine garden, and the kitchen.
If she wasn’t in any of these places, she was likely off the island.
That would truly be troublesome.
Jiang Yin anxiously arrived at the medicine garden, hearing the sound of someone laboriously hoeing the ground from afar, and caught sight of a figure diligently digging in the chaotic purple soil.
Her heart finally settled, but at the same time, an inexplicable anger rose within her as she walked in with a stern face.
Unexpectedly, there were two Tang Muxis in the medicine garden.
One was focused on digging, while the other…
was leisurely lying on a soft couch, basking in the sun, occasionally cheering with a lazy “Go for it~.”
Jiang Yin suddenly stopped, almost stumbling.
