Chapter 50: Blood Sucking Across Space, Blood Nightmare Concealed Breath Art!

"Just in case—I mean, strictly hypothetically—what should we do if something unexpected happens?"

The peach tree spirit still looked somewhat uneasy.

"There are no 'just-in-cases'. Besides, the Corpse King is currently suppressed, so nothing will go wrong. If it were capable of getting out, it would have escaped long ago," Mu Ruxue said with absolute certainty.

Without waiting, she took the lead and walked deeper into the cavern.

Qin Feng followed closely behind her.

The peach tree spirit had no choice but to brace itself and trail after them.

Roughly ten minutes later, the human, the zombie, and the spirit reached the very end of the cave.

As for the army of lesser zombies, Qin Feng had instructed them to wait outside.

The cavern was exceptionally vast and spacious, resembling a natural sinkhole with only a single, fist-sized opening at the very top.

This opening was precisely aligned with the midday sun, allowing direct sunlight to stream down and strike a bronze sarcophagus below.

Embedded into the surrounding stone walls were nine massive iron chains, each as thick as a grown man's arm.

Every single chain was densely covered with carved inscriptions and Daoist talismans.

At the termination point of these nine talisman-inscribed chains was locked the bronze sarcophagus.

The surface of the sarcophagus itself was likewise covered in intricate talismans.

A golden talisman for subduing zombies was plastered directly onto the coffin lid.

"It's actually a golden talisman!"

A look of delighted surprise crossed Mu Ruxue's face.

Talisman papers were categorized into five tiers: yellow, white, red, purple, and gold.

Yellow talismans were the lowest grade and by far the most common.

Golden talismans, on the other hand, were of the highest grade and exceedingly rare.

Even Celestial Masters of the Daoist sects were reluctant to part with them.

In truth, apart from golden talismans, purple and red ones were also extremely precious.

Ninety-nine percent of Daoist practitioners relied exclusively on yellow talismans in their daily practices.

This was because yellow talismans were simple, quick, and efficient to produce, making them the most cost-effective option by far.

Yet here, right before her eyes, the bronze coffin was sealed with a golden talisman. Securing this single talisman would be equivalent to obtaining a supreme natural treasure.

A subduing talisman of the golden tier was capable of suppressing any corpse in existence, even leaving golden-armored corpses immobilized without exception.

Of course, a golden-armored corpse wouldn't foolishly stand still and wait for it.

Mu Ruxue didn't rush to rip the golden talisman away.

Judging by this grand array, there was a very real possibility that a horrifyingly powerful Corpse King was suppressed within that bronze coffin.

Nine times out of ten, it was a golden-armored corpse.

If she ripped off the talisman and accidentally let the golden-armored entity break free, forget about acquiring any corpse arts; she wouldn't even be able to save her own life.

Recovering her senses, Mu Ruxue shifted her gaze to a Bagua mirror suspended directly above the bronze coffin.

The mirror seemed sustained by a divine force, hovering effortlessly in mid-air.

This Bagua mirror was also a priceless treasure—a high-grade magical artifact.

In fact, the bronze sarcophagus and the nine chains were treasures as well.

Anything used to suppress a Corpse King was bound to be extraordinary.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

At that exact moment, the bronze coffin began to vibrate violently.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The nine massive chains swayed in response.

Though they appeared to move sluggishly, they carried an immensely terrifying momentum.

Even Qin Feng could not guarantee he would emerge uninjured if struck by the force of those chains.

"It seems a Corpse King is truly suppressed in there. It has already sensed our presence. To retain such formidable power after being sealed away for so many years is simply mind-boggling."

Mu Ruxue clicked her tongue in astonishment.

"Clatter!"

"Clatter, clatter!"

Suddenly, the bronze coffin thrashed violently.

The nine chains let out a piercing, grating sound in the air.

At the points where the chains were embedded into the stone walls, loose gravel began to cascade down, giving the distinct impression that the sarcophagus was about to shatter its constraints.

Yet, the very next second—

"Whoosh!"

The Bagua mirror suspended in the air emitted a beam of golden light that shone directly onto the bronze coffin.

"Roar!!!"

Vaguely, a corpse-roar laden with boundless hatred echoed from within the bronze coffin.

The coffin, which had been thrashing wildly, gradually steadied itself.

"It appears that Bagua mirror is the true key to suppressing it, while the golden talisman and the nine talisman-inscribed chains merely serve as supporting measures."

Mu Ruxue leaped forward, landing directly atop the bronze coffin, and tore off the golden talisman affixed to its lid.

Sure enough, even without the golden talisman, the Corpse King inside remained firmly suppressed by the golden light.

"Roar, roar!!"

However, the corpse-roar, filled with endless resentment, echoed even more clearly from the depths of the bronze coffin.

"Five hundred years! Old Wuji, you broke your word!
Our original agreement was to seal this king for a mere hundred years, yet more than four centuries have already passed!
Once this king breaks free of this seal, I will make you pay a most agonizing price!"

A deep, hoarse voice rumbled from inside the bronze coffin.

Qin Feng frowned slightly.

This Corpse King seemed to hold a profound and bitter grudge against Celestial Master Wuji.

No wonder the location where the Corpse King was suppressed was situated not far from Celestial Master Wuji's Qianyu Cavern.

Even so, it appeared that Celestial Master Wuji had deceived the entity in order to suppress it.

Yet why would any creature willingly allow itself to be suppressed by Wuji?

Forget a hundred years; it wouldn't submit to even a single year.

If even he felt that way, let alone an overlord-class Corpse King, the reaction was only natural.

"Old Wuji, you really managed to find a fine hiding spot.
It took a full five hundred years for anyone to finally set foot in here.
And what a surprise—among them is actually a hairy zombie. How bizarre, how utterly bizarre, to have already attained sentience while still at the hairy zombie stage.
This king has always preferred to be straightforward and loathes wasting breath.
You three little things, speak: what will it take for you to let this king out?"

The voice of the Corpse King rang out once more.

"First, swear an oath that once we release you, you will not harm us.
Furthermore, while we cannot let you out immediately, I can also swear an oath that I will definitely release you within two years."

Qin Feng spoke directly to the bronze coffin.

Releasing the Corpse King right now was simply too dangerous.

Even if the entity swore an oath, it offered no absolute guarantee.

To play it safe, it was better to wait two years.

Given his rate of breakthrough, in two years he might not even fear a Corpse King anymore.

"You little creature are certainly clever. Very well, this king swears that once you release me, I will never harm you."

"The Corpse King is indeed a man of his word, refreshingly direct."

Qin Feng offered a word of praise, then swore an oath to the heavens stating that he would definitely release the Corpse King within two years.

Finally, with a faint smile, he asked, "May I ask how many corpse arts the Corpse King has mastered?"

"You wish to learn corpse arts?"

The deep voice of the Corpse King sounded reluctant.

"Indeed," Qin Feng replied with a serious expression.

"This king has only mastered a single corpse art. Since you wish to learn it, I shall impart it to you," the Corpse King said after a brief silence.

"Swear an oath that you only know one," Qin Feng countered with a dismissive chuckle.

A dignified Corpse King claiming to know only one corpse art? Nobody would ever believe that.

"Very well, this king knows two: Telekinetic Blood-Sinking and the Blood-Specter Qi-Hiding Grand Art.
Telekinetic Blood-Sinking requires no explanation from this king; it simply means the ability to draw blood from a distance.
The Blood-Specter Qi-Hiding Grand Art can completely conceal the corpse aura emanating from your body, rendering you undetectable even to Daoist Celestial Masters.
I was only able to become a golden-armored corpse thanks to acquiring this very corpse art when I attained sentience back at the flying zombie stage.
Otherwise, I would have been hunted down and killed by Daoist practitioners long ago.
This time I can swear an oath: I have mastered only these two, and I am certainly not deceiving you.
If I am lying, may I be imprisoned here for all eternity."

The Corpse King spoke in an exceptionally solemn tone.

"Telekinetic Blood-Sinking!"
"And the Blood-Specter Qi-Hiding Grand Art!!"
"Splendid! These two corpse arts are precisely what I need most right now, especially the Blood-Specter Qi-Hiding Grand Art."

Qin Feng's face was plastered with unconcealable excitement.

"Feng'er, once you master the Blood-Specter Qi-Hiding Grand Art, you will no longer have to fear being hunted down by Daoist practitioners."

Mu Ruxue grabbed Qin Feng's arm, her face brimming with joy and elation.