Chapter Twelve: The Realm of the Hopping Corpse, A Voice from the Dead!
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At the same time, the aura surrounding Qin Feng grew increasingly formidable.
Black corpse energy coiled around his body, radiating an oppressive chill and adding a touch of terror to the pitch-black cavern.
However, the surge in his aura soon came to a halt.
His junior brother’s blood had already been completely drained.
“Ha…”
Qin Feng released his bite, involuntarily spewing a mouthful of corpse energy.
He opened his mouth and inhaled.
The corpse energy drifting around him was swallowed into his body like water sucked into the maw of a giant whale.
“I never imagined that breaking through from the late-stage Black Corpse realm to the Jumping Corpse realm would require so much blood. I’ve drained the blood of two disciples of the Daoist sects in succession, yet I still haven’t managed to break through. I’m only a hair’s breadth away.”
Qin Feng sighed.
He could clearly sense that he was only one step away from becoming a Jumping Corpse.
With a little more blood, he would definitely be able to break through.
Without reaching the Jumping Corpse realm, dealing with a steward of the Sun-Yang Sect would be utterly impossible.
Based on his experience fighting those four inner disciples, only after reaching the Jumping Corpse realm would he be qualified to cross swords with a steward of the Sun-Yang Sect.
Moreover, once he reached that realm, his body would surely undergo earth-shaking changes.
Perhaps he would even be able to speak.
He could already feel his stiff throat beginning to soften.
He had been unable to speak because his throat was too rigid to form words.
Once it softened, he would certainly be able to speak.
“Ha!”
“Ha-ha!”
Just then, the three inner disciples of the Sun-Yang Sect whom he had killed earlier rose stiffly from the ground one after another.
Their faces were green, their fangs bared, and their arms held straight out before them.
Like their senior brothers and sisters before them, they bounced once in place before prostrating themselves before him.
Immediately afterward, the final junior brother whose blood had been drained completed his transformation as well.
There were four zombies in total.
The moment they underwent reanimation, they had already reached the early stage of the Black Corpse realm.
They surrounded Qin Feng and bowed before him like stars surrounding the moon.
At the sight of these zombies, Qin Feng’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“That’s right. Can’t I eat talismans to increase my strength?”
With that thought, Qin Feng suppressed his excitement and called the four zombies over.
He then searched their bodies and found more than twenty sheets of talisman paper.
He also tore away the Corpse-Sealing Talismans from the foreheads of his senior brothers and sisters.
Without bothering to determine what kind of talismans they were, he stuffed them straight into his mouth.
After chewing a few times, he swallowed them.
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The talisman paper instantly transformed into energy, strengthening his power.
After he had eaten more than twenty talismans, a thunderous boom erupted.
Qin Feng’s entire body trembled.
The aura of an early-stage Jumping Corpse burst forth in full force.
His overall strength rose tremendously once again.
Much of the scarlet haze clouding his vision receded, and he could now faintly distinguish different colors.
His field of vision had also expanded to more than ten meters.
The greatest changes occurred in his throat and legs.
His throat had softened completely, while his legs brimmed with explosive power.
“You… all… come here…”
Qin Feng attempted to speak.
Whether because he had gone too long without speaking or because he had not yet adapted to his new voice, the syllables came out blurred and indistinct.
Qin Feng’s heart began to race, and excitement surged through him.
He could speak!
He could finally speak!
With a little more practice, he would certainly be able to pronounce every word clearly.
“Auntie, I’m here to help you!”
Qin Feng leaped toward the mouth of the cavern.
The jump startled him badly.
He shot more than four meters into the air.
With a bang, his head struck the ceiling and became embedded in it.
His entire body hung there from the cavern roof.
He stretched out both hands, braced himself against the ceiling, and pulled his head free.
Thud!
His heavy body crashed to the ground.
Fortunately, he was a zombie. If he had been human, that collision would surely have killed him.
To survive his enemies only to kill himself by smashing into the ceiling would have been humiliating beyond words.
“No wonder this realm is called the Jumping Corpse realm. You really can jump incredibly high!”
Qin Feng thought to himself.
He then reined in some of his strength and covered more than four meters with each leap.
After several successive jumps, he arrived outside the cavern.
Once outside, Qin Feng felt as if the sky were vast enough for birds to fly freely and the sea broad enough for fish to swim wherever they pleased.
He gathered all his strength and leaped.
It was as though springs had been installed beneath his feet; he shot more than five meters into the air.
From that height, he could see a vast expanse of luxuriant trees.
He had risen to roughly the height of a three-story building.
After landing, Qin Feng jumped forward.
He covered more than five meters once again.
And that was from a standing jump, without even a running start.
If zombies could compete in the Olympics, they would surely be world champions and bring glory to their country.
“The Five Stars Pacify the Colors; their radiance illuminates the Dark Underworld. Ten thousand gods and saints, protect my true spirit. Fierce beasts that support the heavens, restrain the five weapons. Demons of the Five Heavens, perish in body and be destroyed in form. Wherever I am, all gods shall welcome me. Hasten, in accordance with the statutes!”
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“The heavens possess three wonders: the sun, the moon, and the stars. They pierce the heavens and reach the earth, striking terror into ghosts and gods…”
Elsewhere, Mu Ruxue was locked in a fierce battle with a steward of the Sun-Yang Sect.
Both of them had begun casting spells.
Brilliant techniques clashed directly, bursting like dazzling fireworks.
“Thunder, come forth!”
The steward of the Sun-Yang Sect shouted.
Boom!
A bolt of heavenly thunder trailing a long tail of blazing light descended from the sky.
“Thunder Seal!”
Mu Ruxue swiftly traced a talisman in the palm of her hand.
Crackle, crackle!
In an instant, lightning flashed within her grasp, condensing into a mass of thunder.
She thrust out her palm.
Bang!
The two bolts of heavenly thunder collided in midair.
“You actually know the Thunder Seal? Who exactly are you?”
The steward’s aged face darkened. A deep wariness flickered through his profound, seasoned eyes.
The Thunder Seal was a profound technique of the Daoist sects.
Even the Sun-Yang Sect possessed no method for cultivating it.
Anyone capable of mastering the Thunder Seal was invariably a disciple of a renowned and powerful sect.
Mu Ruxue did not answer him. Instead, sword in hand, she charged forward.
Her sharp and unpredictable swordsmanship spread like a web of blades, enveloping the steward of the Sun-Yang Sect.
“Hmph. It makes no difference whether you answer. Regardless of which sect you come from, you dare ally yourself with zombies. If I kill you, your sect won’t dare say a word. They may even have to thank this old Daoist for cleansing their ranks!”
The steward of the Sun-Yang Sect showed no fear and met her sword head-on.
He had already seen that the woman before him had suffered extremely serious internal injuries.
If she were at the peak of her strength, two men like him would still not be her match.
But he had already made an enemy of her. He had to take her life while she was weakened.
Otherwise, once her injuries healed, he would be the one to suffer.
Thud, thud, thud…
As the two battled, a dense series of bouncing footsteps suddenly rang out.
They both turned to look.
Qin Feng was bounding forward like the wind, rushing toward them at astonishing speed.
“A Jumping Corpse?!”
The instant he saw Qin Feng, the steward’s expression darkened. Furious, he cursed, “That bunch of useless fools—incapable of accomplishing anything and adept only at ruining everything. They couldn’t even deal with a single Black Corpse. Instead, they were killed by it and helped it break through!”
The Black Corpse had broken through, yet the four inner disciples had still not emerged from the cavern.
The steward did not need to think. The four inner disciples had already been killed by this little zombie.
Those were four inner disciples, all of whom had reached the Qi-Controlling realm. They could not even handle a single Black Corpse. If that was not useless, what was?
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