But it's obviously not that easy.

The Fixed Evil clearly has hunting instincts. Now, before the Profound Treasure has even fallen, they rise from the corpses like extending arms to grasp the Profound Treasure.

Once the Profound Treasure is touched, it instantly stiffens.

Pei Xuehan had a flash of inspiration and suddenly formed a technique with her fingers. Whether it was magic or the power within her blood, she heard a rush, and water waves rippled outward, reversing to forcefully stop the corpses' approach.

Pei Xuehan stomped her foot and said, "How did my Great Tsunami Technique end up like this!"

Song Yan squinted at the dead water ripples that carried the aura of the Sea of Suffering, musing silently. He believed the "Great Tsunami Technique" must possess great power, but such a powerful Crimson Palace Technique had little effect in this flood, like a child playing with water, truly frightening.

"Get closer, use the water waves to gather them!"

Song Yan commanded.

"Oh oh oh!"

Pei Xuehan said, "I also have the Great Vortex Technique."

With that, she shouted softly, causing the Profound Qi overhead to churn violently, yet the violent motion only formed a small vortex at the heart of the water.

Even so, the vortex managed to pull the two corpses closer to each other.

Song Yan continued to resist the onslaught of the "Bee Cloud Massacre Miasma" while focusing on the corpses.

He knew that if today went poorly, they might end up being killed by the Fixed Evil.

Thus, he was exceedingly cautious.

Suddenly, he shouted, "Where's the elixir?"

Pei Xuehan was taken aback.

Song Yan repeated, "The elixir!"

Pei Xuehan reacted quickly, grabbing the elixir refined from the Thousand-Year Profound Milk and brought it to him, seeing his body frozen as if unable to move. The silver-robed female cultivator considered and raised a hand to feed him the elixir.

Song Yan frowned, scaring Pei Xuehan into quickly letting go.

The elixir fell back into the box.

Song Yan said, "Just put it in front of me."

Pei Xuehan hurriedly arranged it and then continued with the Great Vortex Technique.

Song Yan gazed at the elixir before him, silently thought, "Using this elixir as a target for cultivation"...

After confirming the elixir was non-toxic and effective, he consumed it. Instantly, a faint power burgeoned within him, small though it was, helping accelerate his recovery.

He endured the strongest backlash from the "Bee Cloud Massacre Miasma" and, afterwards, recovery was just a matter of time.

Song Yan let out a long breath and looked again at the corpses being gathered by the Great Vortex Technique, seemingly everything was going smoothly. The water's pull made the encircling tendency of the corpses dissipate, binding them closer to each other.

Between them formed a weird aggregative force, causing them to temporarily abandon moving toward Song Yan.

Pei Xuehan joyfully said, "Senior, it's working!"

Yet Song Yan's expression showed no joy.

Since transmigration, he has been tense at every step, and had long developed the instinct that the smoother things go, the more something seems wrong. In this unfamiliar, risky environment, this instinct operated in full force.

Suddenly, the thought of "Evil Shadow Puppet" flashed through his mind.

The Ghost Cultivators devour Shadow Puppet Peak for the Skin Master's craft where the Skin Master's creation can be easily possessed by Evil Qi, thus unleashing the power the Shadow Puppet wielded in life.

As this thought settled, Song Yan suddenly said, "Let them not gather together!"

Pei Xuehan:...

"Oh oh oh, understood, senior."

She had painstakingly gathered the corpses together, this method indeed resolved the immediate crisis, dispelling the original tendency of corpse attacking. Now, she hurriedly employed the "Great Tsunami Technique," trying to break their gathering force.

In her heart, she was speechless towards these ancient Purple Mansion eccentrics, always changing their minds, just a moment earlier saying to gather, then after she finally gathers them, saying not to, truly capricious and unpredictable.

Quickly, Pei Xuehan exclaimed, "Senior, not good, these corpses' pull is too strong, they're gathering quickly."

Song Yan said, "Hold them off for a while."

"Oh, okay!"

Pei Xuehan anxiously began throwing Profound Treasures.

One after another Profound Treasure, yet like meat buns thrown at dogs, they went and never returned.

During this process, Song Yan continued recovering.

Yet, the pull was too strong.

Finally...

Pop.

A light sound, two corpses collided.

Immediately following this, a strange scene unfolded.

One of the corpses flipped over under a bizarre force, lying atop the other corpse, with a whispering of red powder falling fully onto the corpse beneath, then quickly plunged from its surface into the body.

The next moment, the surface of the corpse began to swell, as if many red particles were rolling underneath. Once settled, its pallid eyes abruptly opened, only the black pupils became red.

The corpse eerily stood up, twisted its neck, and raised a hand to grasp the flying sword stuck between its kidney, with a hand brushing over it, the flying sword emitted buzzing sounds.

Pei Xuehan watched the scene with fright.

She already realized the corpse could still wield the flying sword!

Another instant later.

Swish!

The Fixed Evil corpse indeed controlled the sword, morphing into a streak of blood light, shooting straight towards Song Yan.

Song Yan's deduction was correct; if such newly deceased corpses were seized by Fixed Evil, they could indeed use part of the corpse's powers from life; moreover... due to the Fixed Evil's presence, the power would exceed what it had in life.

Pei Xuehan hurriedly took out another Profound Treasure, intending to meet it, only to feel a wild blood column surging from behind her.

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