Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

Chapter 370 - 294: Extreme Yin, Undead Corpse! (Double - )

Of course, among these, the inherent environmental limitations predestined Da Lai to never develop as brilliantly as the Ancient Abyss Country.

The bidding on the Qiankun Bag was just an inconsequential little episode for the entire Golden Jade Association, and the auction continued afterward.

Song Changming also saw a few items he was slightly interested in, but he did not bid on them.

On one hand, the origin of this Spirit Crystal was unclear, and he didn’t want to use it too ostentatiously, lest he attract the attention of some keen observers present.

On the other hand, he still needed to budget this Spirit Crystal carefully for his daily cultivation needs.

Who knows when the next opportunity for such a windfall will arise again.

It wasn’t until the depths of night that the Golden Jade Association ended, and the crowd dispersed.

"General Song, did you gain anything tonight?" Before leaving, Shi Dongsheng approached Song Changming and asked.

"Mostly just watching the excitement." Song Changming casually replied.

Shi Dongsheng smiled and then said, "Before future Golden Jade Associations are held, I will send someone to deliver an invitation to you. Attending or not is entirely up to you, General."

"Thanks for that." Song Changming nodded.

After seeing Song Changming off as he left by carriage, a family servant following Shi Dongsheng asked in confusion.

"Young master, this person is just a mere deputy general, why do you go to such lengths to cultivate a good relationship with him?"

"I am merely a centurion, even less than his rank of deputy general." Shi Dongsheng glanced at him and said.

"But young master, you are the direct descendant of the Shi family, merely gaining experience in the military, how can you compare..." The family servant hastily said.

"Not to mention, our Shi family has yet to reach the pinnacle of noble families, barely counting as a top-tier large family, and that General Song is just a deputy general today. When he soars in the future, our Shi family might have to foster a good relationship with him." Shi Dongsheng shook his head.

"Forging a good relationship now has only benefits, no downsides."

"The young master is right." The family servant bowed and said respectfully.

He somewhat understood his young master’s intentions; an ordinary deputy general indeed wouldn’t warrant the Shi family’s attention.

The young master saw potential development beyond his role as a deputy general.

And indeed, that was the case.

As the head of that session of the recruit training camp, Shi Dongsheng knew more than outsiders about Song Changming’s extraordinary potential, convinced that Song Changming, like himself, was destined for promotion in due time!

The next day.

Song Changming donned his armor and went to the garrison camp to routinely check on the discipline of the soldiers and see if the cultivation atmosphere was lax.

It was necessary to reprimand when needed, and reward when due.

This was also part of his duties as the deputy general under Xing Tiexin.

As a general, the responsibilities include more than just fighting; daily tasks actually take up most of the job’s time.

After making a round, Song Changming carried a jug of Glazed Wine and headed to Fu Yuan’s office courtyard.

"Younger Brother Song, sit down quickly." Seeing Song Changming with a jug, Fu Yuan was not surprised and, after greeting him, went to fetch two wine bowls.

During their time at the garrison, the two frequently drank and talked like this; it wasn’t the first time.

"Good wine! Must be first-rate Glazed Wine from the Glazed Hall!" Fu Yuan set down his wine bowl and laughed heartily.

"The wine in this city can’t be hidden from Brother Fu." Song Changming nodded.

After some banter, Fu Yuan took out a long box and opened it.

"Here it all is."

Inside the long box, neatly arranged, were several rows of red-brown elixir pills, totaling over a hundred, each as big as a pigeon egg.

What emanated from them was not the fragrance of elixirs, but a strong blood qi, which was not very pleasant.

In fact, these so-called elixir pills were better described as specially crafted meatballs!

The raw materials were the demon beast flesh Song Changming had slain, extracting the essence of their blood qi for refining into these pills.

Consuming these meatballs was equivalent to ingesting the blood qi essence of those demon beasts, perfectly suited for Song Changming’s Body Refinement.

Compared to cooking demon beast flesh, refining them into these meatballs was clearly more efficient and convenient, while also somewhat reducing the qi blood loss in the raw material.

Hence, taking advantage of his position, Song Changming handed over the demon beasts he slew to the military for processing, obtaining these refined meatballs.

Since Fu Yuan was always responsible for some logistics works for their troops, he facilitated this, making it possible.

For this matter, Song Changming often thanked Fu Yuan.

"Brother Fu knows me well." Song Changming took the long box and smiled.

The stockpile at home had run out, and today he specifically came to replenish with these meatballs.

Drinking was secondary.

Afterward, the two drank and discussed recent events.

They mentioned the achievements from guarding the mine for a year, the Golden Jade Association the previous night, their families...

"How much does Brother Fu know about the Corpse Refining Sect?" Song Changming suddenly asked.

"The Corpse Refining Sect from the Thirty-Six Grotto Heavens of Nanzhou?" Fu Yuan tasted the wine, squinting slightly, and asked back.

"Exactly."

Fu Yuan thought for a moment and said.

"I’ve had some contact in the past; the sect specializes in refining corpse puppets, often causing trouble, considered an evil sect, with only a few willing to consider the bigger picture."

Fu Yuan shook his head as he spoke, clearly not approving of this sect of the Human Race.

"Speaking of, during the fight with the Spider Demon, members of the Corpse Refining Sect were also stirring trouble..."

Song Changming shifted the conversation to the Corpse Refining Sect, and after downing a cup of wine, suddenly asked.

"Does Brother Fu think these corpse puppets have self-awareness?"

Fu Yuan paused for a moment and nodded.

"They do."

"I once killed a disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect, and their corpse puppet briefly regained the memories of its past life, awake and thanked me for releasing it..."

Fu Yuan recounted and seemed to recall that moment, feeling quite sentimental.

"If they have self-awareness, are these corpse puppets considered dead or alive?" Song Changming continued to probe.

Fu Yuan instinctively wanted to say dead, but upon reflection, found it difficult to answer.

After a moment of silence, he simply said, "I suppose they are dead."

"Dead, I wonder if they can be resurrected..." Song Changming murmured.

Fu Yuan looked at Song Changming, vaguely noticing a certain persistence in his words.

Suddenly having a suspicion, he hesitantly asked, "Does Younger Brother Song have a relative or friend affected by the Corpse Refining Sect..."

Song Changming didn’t explicitly say, just nodded.

"I’ve never heard of a corpse puppet being resurrected..." Fu Yuan said apologetically.

"No problem, I was just mentioning it offhandedly." Song Changming shook his head.

After finishing the jug of wine between them, Song Changming stood up, preparing to bid farewell and leave.

Before he left, Fu Yuan seemed to recall something and suddenly called out to Song Changming.

"I’ve heard in my youth a few folklore tales, of dead people suddenly rising from the coffin, transforming into an undead corpse.

And I also read about undead cultivation in ancient texts, though whether this counts as resurrection...

Upon hearing this, Song Changming was briefly stunned, then smiled and said, "Thank you."

At night, with the bright moon hanging high.

On the table by the window in the study, Song Changming’s gaze fell on the iron box by the desk.

The lid of the iron box was open, and Xiaojin stood straight there, bathing in the silvery glow of moonlight, numerous thin tendrils floating in the air, drawing the Moonlight Energy into its body.

"Do you know of the undead corpse?" Song Changming suddenly asked.

This Mountain Ginseng Spirit, buried deep in the earth for over five thousand years, knew many oddities of the world.

If Song Changming wanted to understand some of the world’s secrets, the most reliable source might be this Mountain Ginseng Spirit.

Xiaojin’s leisurely swaying tendrils suddenly stopped, interrupted from its moonlit bath, leaving it a bit disgruntled, though it dared not show it.

It exhaled a Spiritual Mist, forming words.

"Some individuals with an Extremely Yin Physique might become undead corpses after death."

"Extremely Yin Physique?" Song Changming frowned.

"The conditions to become an undead corpse are very stringent; an Extremely Yin Physique is just one of them. One must also be in an Extremely Yin Land consuming enough Yin Energy before the corpse decays, and the deceased must have a strong obsession at the time of death to become an undead corpse..."

Xiaojin wrote several long lines, detailing the many necessary conditions to become an undead corpse.

It must be noted, this little thing indeed knew a lot.

Especially such rare, deep-earthward matters...