Please control me, my divine being!

Chapter 91 The Path of the Corpse Demon: The Chen Brothers

Zhou Qing glanced at the reserves of divine power.

After the last sacrifice by Li Qinghe and Jiang Chuling, there were ten extra points of divine power remaining.

This time, Gu Qinghan took out all the mundane items and sacrificial offerings collected by the shopkeeper and counted them together. Because the altar's conversion efficiency was limited, it only converted into fifteen points of divine power.

"The basic attributes are [Corpse Transformation], [Corpse Corruption], and [Fusion]."

Zhou Qing discovered that the basic attribute nodes of the Corpse Demon are also quite different from those of other cultivation paths.

[Zombification: Strengthens the body of a zombie, advancing towards the path of zombie advancement; however, the drawbacks of zombiehood will become increasingly severe.]

[Corruption: Strengthens the evil spirit, advancing it towards the path of evil advancement, but the drawbacks of evil will also become increasingly severe.]

[Fusion: Balancing and blending two forces to advance towards the path of the Corpse Demon.]

"If the abilities are synchronized after adding points, will the drawbacks of rigor mortis also be synchronized?" Zhou Qing was pondering this question at the moment.

It's impossible to leave divine power unused.

Moreover, as a special path, the [Corpse Demon] path should also have unique basic attributes that other paths of the same lineage may not possess.

"Try it first."

Zhou Qing immediately activated the next level of [Corpse Transformation], and then quickly checked his entire body. There were no signs of lividity, nor did he exhibit the hunger and thirst that Gu Qinghan showed.

However, I feel that my physical strength, which had been stagnant, has increased significantly.

no problem.

Next, he clicked on [Corruption].

However, after clicking on this item, it did not improve the body's attributes. Instead, it added some energy to the body, which could not be used.

Zhou Qing frowned.

He opened the panel, and there were indeed words like "Corpse Transformation 1" and "Degenerate 1" on it. Could it be that there were special requirements?

So it seems that this is the [fusion].

Try the next level of fusion.

In an instant, he felt the two forces within his body—the corpse transformation and the corruption—colliding and merging, transforming into a completely new and strange power.

He reached out and slowly guided the force, grasping the calligraphy brush on the desk.

next moment.

The brush started moving on its own, though it only lasted a few breaths before becoming lifeless again.

"What the hell?" Zhou Qing stared at the brush with considerable surprise, and immediately raised all three basic attributes—[Corpse Transformation], [Corpse Corruption], and [Fusion]—to level three.

Unlike Li Qinghe, who required repeated sacrifices.

Now that he has enough divine power, and given that Gu Qinghan was a cultivator in the past, his physical and mental endurance is strong enough after becoming a zombie, allowing him to improve without any worries.

Eighteen points of divine power were consumed.

This power grew stronger within his body and was then transmitted to the writing brush.

This time, the calligraphy brush was more lively, even jumping and running on the desk, as if a real soul had resided inside it.

Zhou Qing stroked with one hand.

This power was drawn back into the body.

It also brought back the feelings and memories of the brushstrokes.

"Is this the basic ability of the Corpse Demon?"

Zhou Qing was somewhat shocked, but he knew too little about this path, and even less about the entire evil path of summoning corpses. Otherwise, he should have been able to figure out the essence of this power.

However, as time goes by and Gu Qinghan is gradually developed, things will eventually become clear.

This power can bring inanimate objects to life.

Even with time constraints, if used properly, it can be incredibly useful.

After all attributes are upgraded to level 3.

The next major milestone is a mundane technique called "Corpse Puppet," which requires five points of divine power. Its effect is to inject one's own blood into a corpse, thereby creating a controlled corpse puppet.

However, corpse puppets and zombies are not the same.

They have no hope of promotion and need to be constantly focused on manipulating them.

In short, it's a mundane skill accumulated over time, similar to Jiang Chuling's [Candle Making], and it can't improve immediate combat power.

Splash!

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The mundane offerings in the ritual diagram all turned to ashes, and their "value" was taken by the gods.

As the incense on the altar burned out and she sensed the divine power gradually fading away, she dared to raise her head, suppressing the boundless shock in her heart and processing the vast amount of information in her mind.

"What kind of path is Corpse Demon? Can only zombies cultivate it?"

Gu Qinghan felt as if she had come into contact with a new world.

Each Dao lineage contains many hidden paths, some of which have even disappeared over the long course of time.

Unlike the mainstream path, the advantage of this niche path is that few people know about it, giving them an informational advantage in battle. Also, because fewer people practice this path, it is easier to communicate and connect with the gods and receive gifts and blessings.

The downside is...

The deities on the path of cultivation do not possess the boundless power of the Yin Corpse Lord.

Furthermore, breaking through the life barrier may be extremely difficult, and even the necessary materials for breaking through may be hard to find.

And since there were no predecessors to refer to, we could only explore this path on our own.

"But the best thing about this lesser path is that as long as you please the gods, the blessings are truly plentiful! Thank you, Heavenly Venerable, from now on I will be your most faithful follower!"

Gu Qinghan felt the surging power flowing through his body and the skin as hard as iron, and was overjoyed.

Although he is not as strong as he was when he was the "Coffin Craftsman", he can at least protect himself and undertake long journeys.

Next, they returned to the Yinqi Gu family to perform the ritual of returning to human form.

But her joy was short-lived, as the familiar feeling of hunger returned.

Gu Qinghan clutched his stomach, feeling as if a huge mouth had grown in his stomach, ready to devour all the other internal organs in his body.

Before the smile on her face had faded, a cry of pain came from her mouth as she writhed and crawled toward the altar.

There were previously collected blood offerings there.

All she wanted to do now was fill her stomach; everything else had been forgotten.

But before she could climb a few steps, the divine power immobilized her.

"No, you can't eat this!"

"Once you eat it, there's no turning back."

"But I'm so hungry! If I eat my fill, this body can transform into something stronger, and I can advance in rank even faster."

Gu Qinghan scratched white marks on the ground with her fingernails, opened her mouth and bit into the wooden cabinet next to her, chewing the wooden board as if this could reduce the pain in her body.

Just in time.

The noise from the street reached her ears.

"You stinking outsiders, you dare to lay a hand on me in Hexiafang."

"Let's fight! Don't give this stinking corpse-driver any face!"

"Old man Chu, quickly teach these two a lesson."

Not far in front of the corpse shop, a group of cultivators formed a circle, drinking and watching the spectacle with great enthusiasm.

Chu Qianshi frowned deeply.

He was in a great mood today, having successfully acquired five white zombies and even gained a small advantage. However, not long after leaving the shop and before he could even board the awning boat to leave, he was stopped by two men of unknown origin.

"Gentlemen, what exactly is going on? Can you explain clearly? This is Boss Zhu's market, and I don't want to break the rules."

Chu Qianshi frowned.

The five white zombies he had obtained had not yet seen blood.

Meanwhile, the two brothers from the Crying Bone Society, one tall and one short, were staring intently at the five white zombies.

"You...you hurry up and hand over everything belonging to the Crying Bones Society!"

The tall man stammered, seemingly wanting to say a lot, but after opening his mouth several times, he couldn't get anything out, his face full of impatience.

The short man remained silent, his face cold.

Chu Qianshi frowned: "May I ask your names?"

"I am Chen Yihu!" The stuttering man raised an eyebrow and pointed to the side, "This is my brother, Chen Yilong!"

Chu Qian's expression immediately relaxed.

I had never heard of either of these names before, and judging from their accents, they were definitely not from Jiang'an.

This means that the two of them don't have much of a connection.

"I haven't taken any of your treasures, nor have I ever heard of any Crying Bones Society. Sorry." Chu Qianshi led the five white zombies behind him and was about to walk past the two of them.

Chen Yihu frowned and shouted, "Stop...stop!"

next moment.

Without saying a word, Chen Yilong suddenly lifted his robe, reached into his chest cavity, took out a rib, and blew on it.

The piercing sound enveloped Chu Qian's corpse.

The Bone Blower is one of the paths mastered by the Bone Crying Society.

They could control corpses and skeletons with the sound of their flutes, and for many years they used the sound of bone flutes to drive corpses through the mountains and fields.

What Chen Yilong used was the common technique of the bone blower, which is called "bone loosening and flesh moving".

The flute sounded.

Chu Qianhu felt intense pain throughout his limbs and bones, his body felt weak, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

He quickly pressed the corpse control bell, and five white zombies rushed out like evil spirits, their intense malevolent aura sweeping across the street.

Chen Yihu glanced at his older brother and stammered, "I said stop, not fight..."

"Shut up!"

Chen Yilong's playing grew louder and louder.

Chen Yihu was anxious, but he had no choice. He grabbed a handful of mud from the ground and threw it at the white zombie in front of him.

The silt clung to the white-faced zombie's face, as if it had taken root and seeped into its flesh and bones.

The aggressive white zombies paused, frozen in place, unable to move.

This is a common trick of the "makeup artist," and it's incredibly effective.

Chu Qianshi's prized white zombie was being suppressed, and he himself was being restrained by mundane techniques. Just when he was about to be defeated, several men dressed in gray cloth short jackets and soaking wet walked quickly towards him at the end of the long street.

The expressions of the surrounding crowd changed slightly, and a commotion arose.

"The pearl-diving team is here! This is going to be interesting!"