novelraw Chapter 10 : Half the Sky Was Covered
Chapter 10 : Half the Sky Was Covered
Chapter 10: Half the Sky Was Covered
Two horse carriages traveled one after the other.
The wheels rolled forward with a rumbling sound.
Given that Fang Chang was a weak Qi Absorption cultivator, Cheng Hua had twice overexerted herself and was heavily injured, and they still needed to pick up Dai Bojun—a mortal who had never cultivated—
Cui Wenxi could not take care of so many people at once while flying, so she simply split the group by gender and arranged for two carriages as transportation.
Fang Chang occupied one carriage alone, lazily reclining.
The Blood Demon Path notebook in his hands was already nearing its final pages.
“Are you awake yet? If you are, massage my legs.”
On the other side—
Zhao Yuntong, who had climbed out of the coffin for some air, sat opposite him in a daze.
That charming face of hers carried corpse qi—
Yet also possessed an eerie beauty beyond that of the living.
Her soft hips pressed against the hard wooden seat, spreading slightly. Her tightly bound waist, cinched by coarse cloth, accentuated her figure like a ripe peach.
At his words—
The hollow pallor belonging to a Yin Corpse faded from her face.
Slowly, it returned to Zhao Yuntong’s usual expression—proud and slightly unhinged.
From the moment she became a Corpse Puppet—
Her body no longer belonged to her.
To put it simply—
The soul was the driver, and the body was a car.
The “car” that was Zhao Yuntong’s body had been bought and registered by Fang Chang.
And Fang Chang, seeing that Zhao Yuntong’s “driver” had no car to operate, generously rented it to her from time to time.
Although the driver and the car were originally matched—
In the end, the car now belonged to Fang Chang.
At the same time—
Her soul, having lost its body, spent far more time in slumber than before.
Zhao Yuntong shifted slightly, lazily narrowing her eyes.
She suddenly raised her arms, interlacing her fingers as she stretched upward.
“Mmm~~~”
The movement was slow, filled with languor—but her clothing could not withstand it.
Her front collar bore the brunt, stretched to its limit. The fabric flattened and thinned, nearly revealing the pale inner garment beneath. The full curves beneath two layers of worn cloth were more striking than if they had been uncovered.
As her arms lowered—
The already loose collar opened further. Below her collarbones, the shadowed hollow between pale, bloodless skin remained alluring.
“Do you like what you see?”
Zhao Yuntong smiled, her expression softer than expected.
At this moment, she resembled a neighbor’s older sister, long unseen, who had suddenly matured into her prime.
“A normal figure.”
Zhao Yuntong scoffed.
Then she grabbed Fang Chang’s arm and pulled his head down onto her soft, full thighs.
A delicate feminine fragrance entered his nose.
Fang Chang’s field of vision immediately narrowed.
Not only could he no longer see her face—even the notebook was half obscured.
“So you really plan to go to Canglan Mountain with Cheng Hua? Unless you abandon the methods of the Corpse Refinement Path.”
“It’s not as strict as you think.”
“Even if they don’t care, your aptitude is truly terrible. After all these days, there hasn’t been the slightest improvement.”
Fang Chang tilted his head slightly outward.
Barely managing to see Zhao Yuntong’s eyes.
“Since when have you been so concerned about me? There’s something behind your words, Zhao Yuntong.”
Zhao Yuntong licked her lips.
A crimson glint flashed in her eyes.
“Cheng Hua and that Cui Wenxi both have decent cultivation. I know a Dual Cultivation technique called 《Furnace Cooking》. Drain them dry, and it would be enough for you to step into the Second Realm, Spirit Preservation—perhaps even more.”
“Then why don’t I drain you instead? You look like an excellent furnace too.”
“Would you be willing?”
Fang Chang opened his mouth, then said nothing.
To be honest—he really wouldn’t be willing.
Seeing his expression, Zhao Yuntong couldn’t help but curl her lips, a faint blush passing over her face.
“I know Cheng Hua is still useful, but that Cui Wenxi—you’ve only met her once. You can kill her, right? What do you say? She’s just advanced to the Fourth Realm, Sitting in Forgetfulness. If we work together, the chances of winning aren’t low.”
She was already excited, killing intent spilling out.
This was no joke.
As expected of someone with the 【Slaughter Dao Embryo】 trait.
Fang Chang replied casually:
“If we’re killing anyway, I might as well refine her into a Yin Corpse.”
“No! I won’t allow it!”
Zhao Yuntong’s expression changed instantly as she snapped.
“Get your priorities straight, Miss Zhao Yuntong.”
Remember this—
It’s best not to let someone from the Obsession Path get too excited. They turn into lunatics.
Fang Chang turned over and closed his eyes.
With a snap of his fingers, he forcibly logged Zhao Yuntong’s soul out.
The enraged Corpse Puppet immediately became hollow and expressionless.
【Original Soul Awakening】 had the highest upper limit among the three awakening methods.
But correspondingly, it was also much harder to control.
However, it was possible to obtain specific materials to soothe an agitated original soul.
“Get some sleep… I wonder when our Little Martial God Dai Bojun will arrive…”
“Fang Chang?”
Suddenly, a voice of surprise came from above.
The voice came from Zhao Yuntong’s throat—
But its cool, detached tone was completely unlike hers.
Fang Chang opened his eyes in astonishment.
He met the crimson eyes of Zhao Yuntong’s Corpse Puppet.
It was neither the hollow emptiness of a Yin Corpse—
Nor Zhao Yuntong’s arrogant madness.
It was familiar—
Like a calm, undisturbed pool of water…
“Cheng Hua?”
The words had just left his mouth—
But just as suddenly as it came, it vanished.
The Corpse Puppet paused slightly, the light in its eyes fading quickly, returning to emptiness.
“What the hell was that?”
Fang Chang was stunned.
He immediately thought of the reason—【Soul-Link】.
A key aspect of this method was borrowing part of Cheng Hua’s soul.
But this had never happened in the game!
However—
Before he could think further, the carriage gradually came to a stop.
Fang Chang returned Zhao Yuntong to the coffin and leaned his head out.
They had stopped beside a dilapidated temple, surrounded by withered trees.
Fang Chang paused.
The more he looked at this ruined temple, the more familiar it seemed.
Cui Wenxi jumped down from her carriage.
With her sash fluttering, she looked around excitedly.
“Strange, where is he? We clearly agreed to meet here!”
Cheng Hua lifted the curtain.
Her gaze landed directly on Fang Chang.
She stepped down lightly and walked to the front of the carriage.
After two days of travel and Cui Wenxi’s pills, she had already regained basic mobility.
“That situation I mentioned before—did it happen again?”
“What?”
“I just dreamed that you were lying on my lap, sleeping.”
Fang Chang understood immediately, further confirming it was a side effect of 【Soul-Link】.
He acted casually and glanced at her.
“A dream.”
“And in the dream, that body didn’t seem to be mine.”
Her left hand pressed against her chest. “Mine isn’t that heavy.”
“A dream is a dream… Also, Fellow Daoist Cheng Hua, are you starting to not see me as a man?”
What is wrong with this woman?
Why does she keep bringing up topics about her chest in front of me?
Cheng Hua shook her head. “It really happened, even if it was in a dream.”
“Maybe listen to yourself.”
Fang Chang sighed. “Perhaps you should talk to your senior sister about these… girlish thoughts…”
“For some reason, I only want to talk to you about this.”
Fang Chang froze.
What he saw was still those clear, calm eyes.
There were almost no other emotions—she was simply stating a fact.
Such teasing—
From someone supposedly detached from desires.
“Junior Sister, come here quickly! There’s a tunnel here!”
Cui Wenxi suddenly exclaimed.
The two looked over and saw her in the back courtyard of the ruined temple, beside an abandoned well with its cover lifted.
“Ruined temple… abandoned well…”
This scene—
Fang Chang’s memory was triggered, recalling an encounter quest from Fallen Immortal.