As a direct disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect, Corpse Daoist could be said to have committed every imaginable evil. He had once even annihilated an entire small sect just to refine a corpse queen, turning everyone inside, regardless of gender or age, into corpse queens.
To become a qualified disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect, one naturally had to endure great hardships.
After all, the techniques of the Corpse Yin Sect were not something ordinary people could cultivate. Dealing with corpses year-round inevitably meant exposure to various corpse poisons and corpse qi. Over time, disciples of the Corpse Yin Sect were bound to develop eccentric and violent temperaments, and some even harboured many peculiar fetishes.
Since Corpse Daoist had risen to become a direct disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect, he had naturally endured those years. Thus, Mo Fan’s threats could not truly frighten him.
Yet he was, after all, a direct disciple of a great sect and needed to preserve some face.
Under Mo Fan’s shameless threats, he compromised. He genuinely did not want to be dragged off to breed with those so-called sow demons and she-donkey demons…
Though they had the word “demon” attached, at the end of the day, were they not just pigs and donkeys?
This made even the utterly unscrupulous Corpse Daoist cower. He cursed “beast” inwardly.
It was at this moment that he finally understood why the righteous cultivators on the Divine Domain’s lands harboured such deep hatred for demons. These methods were simply not something a normal human could conceive!
However, what pained Corpse Daoist even more was what came next.
“In truth, this king is not as ferocious as you imagine. This king has always taught the children of Black Wind Mountain the way of being a demon, telling them that being a demon is not just about killing and fighting. A kind demon will earn greater respect from the world…”
Perhaps Mo Fan felt that his previous words had been a bit too vulgar, so he began expounding his philosophy of demonhood to Corpse Daoist, making the latter’s facial muscles twitch uncontrollably.
“Damn it, a demon king lecturing me about kindness?”
“If this Corpse Daoist believed that, he would no longer be a direct disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect!”
Corpse Daoist cursed inwardly, but to avoid another beating, he appeared utterly compliant on the surface, nodding in agreement and even occasionally voicing admiration, frantically flattering Mo Fan.
Thus, after this speech, Mo Fan was delighted. He grinned and patted Corpse Daoist’s head approvingly. “No wonder you became a direct disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect. This skill at flattery has clearly been honed thousands of times! Clear thinking. You are destined for great things!”
“…”
Corpse Daoist was speechless. Veins bulged on his forehead, his fists clenched and unclenched, but ultimately he relaxed them.
“Last month, this king captured a few Golden Core cultivators from some Three Saints Island. They lacked your awareness. In the dungeon, they cursed this king’s entire family every day. Yet this king was merciful and did not kill them. Not only that, this king even let them put on a proper performance.
Tell me, was this king merciful enough?” Mo Fan continued smilingly.
“The great king is merciful!”
Corpse Daoist replied insincerely, then asked curiously. “What kind of performance? What happened to them afterwards?”
This question concerned him deeply; it related to his own future fate.
Though he had threatened Mo Fan with his status, he understood that in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, even the Corpse Yin Sect’s reach was limited. Survival depended entirely on himself.
“A splendid performance. It had all the demon kings and demon ancestors this king invited roaring with laughter!”
Mo Fan said this casually, glancing at Corpse Daoist. Sure enough, the man froze on the spot.
Demon ancestors?
Corpse Daoist’s eyes widened instantly. He cursed inwardly. “That damned beast actually managed to invite demon ancestors! Does that mean this seat has no hope of escape?”
For a moment, Corpse Daoist felt his future darken completely.
“Speaking of which, after that performance, those fellows from Three Saints Island immediately became much more obedient and stopped cursing this king. They must have been moved by this king’s grace.
Rest assured, fellow daoist. This king felt an instant connection with you. One of these days, I will let you perform as well. I am sure it will make you feel much better.”
Mo Fan chuckled, then cleared his throat twice before speaking solemnly. “However, next, this king must trouble you with one matter.”
“Wh… what is it?”
Corpse Daoist looked at Mo Fan nervously, afraid he would make some outrageous demand.
“Relax, do not be tense. This king is a good demon!”
Mo Fan smiled as he spoke. He greatly enjoyed Corpse Daoist’s nervous expression and gradually understood why many powerful cultivators, though capable of killing their opponents outright, preferred to toy with them slowly until death.
Though perverse, it truly felt refreshing!
“In fact, this king’s request is simple. I merely hope that next, fellow daoist, you will use that corpse poison you displayed last time to attack this king.”
Mo Fan’s words relieved Corpse Daoist, though a hint of malice flashed deep in his eyes.
Still, he asked worriedly. “Is that appropriate? What if I injure you? You would not find ways to torment me, would you?”
“Then just try your best not to injure this king.”
Mo Fan raised an eyebrow, then grinned. “Rest assured. If you cannot even handle this small task this king has given, this king will not torment you. At most, I will just add an extra meal.”
“…”
Corpse Daoist was rendered speechless. After taking a deep breath, he nodded resolutely. “Fine, I will do my best!”
Mo Fan’s lips curved slightly at this. He continued. “To let you perform better, this king will now release the seals within your body. If you dare attack this king or try to escape, this king guarantees to prepare two pots: one for steaming, one for braising.”
“Rest assured, I am not foolish. I know the gap between us!”
Corpse Daoist snorted coldly. Having already been captured alive by Mo Fan, he naturally understood he was no match and would not dare act rashly.
Mo Fan was satisfied with this and said no more. He immediately pointed a finger at Corpse Daoist’s forehead. Soon, a special power surged into Corpse Daoist’s body, releasing his seals.
After doing this, Mo Fan casually asked. “What was the name of the corpse poison technique you used last time?”
“Corpse Poison Curse.”
Corpse Daoist replied gravely, a ruthless glint in his eyes as he added. “However, to cast the Corpse Poison Curse, poisonous corpses must be used in coordination.”
“That is fine.”
Mo Fan nodded, then sat cross-legged on the ground. In an instant, blood-red dense dragon scales appeared on his body’s surface. He then signalled for Corpse Daoist to begin.
He revealed the dragon scales because he feared Corpse Daoist might suddenly lash out. This way, it could at least mitigate some injury.
Upon receiving the order, Corpse Daoist immediately formed a hand seal with one hand. From his forehead, he sacrificed eight black coffins, positioning them around Mo Fan.
The next moment, the eight black coffins opened simultaneously, and eight so-called “poisonous corpses” appeared before Mo Fan.
Mo Fan swept them with his divine ability, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
These eight poisonous corpses were all hairy zombies, at the peak of the hairy zombie realm!
This was equivalent to eight peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, yet their strength far surpassed ordinary peak Foundation Establishment cultivators!
Hairy zombies already possessed bodies of bronze skin and iron bones; ordinary spells and artefacts could hardly harm them.
Moreover, the positions where the eight zombies stood were ingenious, forming the eight trigrams, faintly creating an eight trigrams diagram.
Yet Mo Fan paid no heed to all this. He wanted to see just what tricks this Corpse Daoist could pull off.
“Begin!”
With Mo Fan’s command, Corpse Daoist’s gaze turned vicious. As he formed seals with one hand, array patterns emerged on the ground. With the eight hairy zombies as sources, flames of light appeared, connecting to form an eight trigrams array pattern!
“Roar——!!”
In an instant, the eight zombies erupted into action. Roaring as corpses, they all lunged towards Mo Fan!
