Mastering the Corpse Technique, the Shocked Corpse King!

"Little fellow, are you ready? This King will now impart these two corpse arts to you. As for whether you can master them, that has nothing to do with this King. Though corpse arts are formidable, mastering them is as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Especially since your current cultivation is too low, merely at the mid-stage of a Fur-Capped Corpse. Back when this King was at the Flying Corpse realm and obtained the Blood Fiend Breath-Hiding Technique, it took fifty years of bitter cultivation just to grasp a superficial understanding. Then it took another fifty years just to achieve mastery. From initial contact to true mastery, it took a full hundred years." The Corpse King spoke in a very solemn tone.

"It's fine, as long as you pass them on to me." Qin Feng remained completely unconcerned. With his innate talent and memory retention, it shouldn't take anything close to a hundred years.

"Come closer and place your hand upon the bronze coffin." The Corpse King spoke again.

Qin Feng walked up to the bronze coffin and placed his hand upon it. Fortunately, the bronze coffin was not exceptionally high, suspended about 1.6 meters in the air, requiring him only to raise his hand slightly. The bronze coffin felt bone-chillingly cold to the touch, resembling a ten-thousand-year glacial ice block.

At that very moment, a terrifying wave of corpse qi emanated from within the coffin. This corpse qi actually penetrated the bronze coffin, surged along his arm, and went straight into his brain.

Immediately afterward, an arcane and esoteric stream of memories flooded into Qin Feng's mind, much like implanting a hard drive into a computer. These memories pertained entirely to the Art of Telekinetic Blood-Sucking and the Blood Fiend Breath-Hiding Technique.

A moment later, the Corpse King's voice rang out, "Done."

Qin Feng withdrew his hand and stood in place, taking a brief moment to familiarize himself. After completely mastering the cultivation methods of the Telekinetic Blood-Sucking and the Blood Fiend Breath-Hiding Technique, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began cultivating on the spot.

As he practiced, the corpse qi around his body spontaneously radiated outward, swirling in a dense aura around him.

"Little fellow, you surely don't intend to cultivate here, do you? Corpse arts cannot be mastered overnight. You had better hurry up and take them away from this place, lest you attract formidable enemies to this King because of your presence," the Corpse King said in a deep voice. It was currently suppressed and sealed right here. If this fellow were to provoke enemies, there would be nowhere to even cry later on, especially those high-level evil cultivators. Every single one of them wanted to refine it into a puppet. Previously, they had no opportunity, but now that it was suppressed, if word got out, heaven knows how many evil cultivators would be drawn here. Once the evil cultivators arrived, righteous Dao sect members would inevitably follow. By then, this place would become a battlefield between the righteous and the demonic. Regardless of who emerged victorious, it would spell absolute disaster for the Corpse King.

Back when the Wuji Celestial Master suppressed it, goodness knows who leaked the news, directly drawing a massive horde of figures from both the righteous and demonic factions. Fortunately, they ended up destroying each other mutually, and not a single one walked out alive.

Qin Feng ignored the Corpse King completely and concentrated wholeheartedly on his cultivation.

Time ticked away second by second. Roughly half an hour later, Qin Feng formed intricate hand seals rapidly with both hands, causing the corpse qi surrounding his body to retract inward.

Instantly, his entire presence vanished completely.

"It worked!" Qin Feng stood up with excitement, a flicker of dark corpse qi flashing across his deep blue corpse eyes.

Yet, even Mu Rusue failed to sense the slightest trace of corpse qi emanating from Qin Feng. In fact, there was no aura at all. Qin Feng was standing right there before her, and if not for seeing him with her own eyes, she would have had no idea a zombie was present.

"The corpse qi really cannot be sensed anymore!" Mu Rusue's pretty face was plastered with utter shock.

The Blood Fiend Breath-Hiding Technique was terrifyingly powerful. Truly deserving of being a corpse art capable of evading even a Celestial Master's detection. This technique was practically tailor-made for Feng'er. With this ability, there was no longer any need to fear being hunted down by members of the Dao sect.

"I can't sense any corpse qi either, nor any other aura," the Peach Tree Demon chimed in as well.

"How is this possible? You actually mastered the Blood Fiend Breath-Hiding Technique in just half an hour?!" The Corpse King's shocked voice echoed out. Even an entity that had witnessed countless mighty storms and tempests was shaken to this degree. One could easily imagine how utterly inconceivable this feat was.

"Considered mastery?" Qin Feng's lips curled into a faint smile as he shifted his gaze to Mu Rusue. "Little Aunt, could you give me a drop of your vital blood?"

"What do you need vital blood for?" Mu Rusue asked with considerable puzzlement. Even so, she bit her index finger and forced out a drop of her own vital blood from the fingertip.

"Vital blood... Could it be... Could it possibly..." The Corpse King's voice was actually trembling. Could this little fellow have already pushed the Blood Fiend Breath-Hiding Technique to its ultimate realm and condensed a Blood Fiend Pearl? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! From initial contact to mastery, it had taken a hundred years. From mastery to condensing the Blood Fiend Pearl, it had taken a full five hundred years. That was five hundred years! A grand total of six hundred years of effort, yet it was utterly defeated by this little zombie's half-hour breakthrough. At that moment, the Corpse King couldn't help but wonder if its own talent was simply atrocious. In truth, the Blood Fiend Breath-Hiding Technique was not actually difficult to cultivate.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng received Mu Rusue's vital blood and used his corpse qi to envelop it. Then, forming hand seals, he struck the drop of blood with one seal after another. Slowly, the corpse qi and the vital blood fused together, condensing into a crimson red pearl.

Qin Feng opened his mouth and swallowed the pearl in one gulp. In an instant, an aura characteristic of a Daoist mage at the mid-stage of the Spirit Communication Realm suddenly radiated from Qin Feng's body.

"This..." Mu Rusue and the Peach Tree Demon were instantly dumbfounded. Just a moment ago, no corpse qi could be sensed from Qin Feng at all, but now an aura could indeed be sensed—only it had transformed into the aura of a Dao sect practitioner. Disregarding his external appearance and relying solely on sensory perception, Qin Feng was now indistinguishable from a genuine Daoist disciple.

"Indeed... You have truly cultivated the Blood Fiend Breath-Hiding Technique to its absolute peak, enabling you to condense the Blood Fiend Pearl and alter your own aura." The Corpse King was profoundly shocked, mountainous waves churning within its heart.

"What is a Blood Fiend Pearl?" Mu Rusue looked at Qin Feng, her eyes full of confusion.

"This is the highest realm of the Blood Fiend Breath-Hiding Technique. This art consists of two stages: the first stage conceals the aura, and the second stage disguises the aura. Upon reaching the second stage, one can fuse their own corpse qi with the vital blood of any living creature, thereby condensing a Blood Fiend Pearl. After consuming the Blood Fiend Pearl, one's aura can be disguised. If it's a Daoist mage's vital blood, the aura becomes that of a Daoist mage. If it's a demon's vital blood, the aura becomes that of a demon," Qin Feng explained to Mu Rusue.

"Will this disguise be discovered?" Mu Rusue asked, suppressing the overwhelming joy in her heart. The stronger Qin Feng became, the happier she was. However, she could not let herself get too carried away. If the disguise could easily be seen through, its practical utility would be severely limited.

"No, as long as I don't actively expose my corpse qi or reveal my true form, even Celestial Masters won't be able to detect it. Though, perhaps not entirely—some Celestial Masters might possess certain special secret techniques capable of piercing through my identity," Qin Feng admitted, refusing to speak with absolute certainty. He had never interacted with a Daoist Celestial Master before and had no idea just how powerful Daoist Celestial Masters truly were.

"Rest assured, the number of Celestial Masters capable of seeing through your disguise can be counted on one hand," the Corpse King stated in a deep voice.

"That's good then." Qin Feng grinned broadly.

He then resumed his cross-legged posture and began practicing the Telekinetic Blood-Sucking technique. Once again, it took only half an hour for him to successfully master Telekinetic Blood-Sucking.

However, Telekinetic Blood-Sucking came with limitations: it could only absorb blood from targets whose cultivation realm was lower than his own, and the distance could not exceed ten meters. These restrictions would expand as his own strength increased. If the target was already dead and happened to be within the absorption range, the realm restriction would no longer apply.

This technique was likewise formidable. As long as a living creature whose cultivation was below the mid-stage of a Fur-Capped Corpse was within a ten-meter radius, he could simply open his mouth and draw inward—without even lifting a finger, fresh blood would stream out from the target's seven facial orifices, transforming into arrows of blood that flowed directly into his mouth.