I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 124 - 86: Topical Application and Oral Administration

Chapter 124: Chapter 86: Topical Application and Oral Administration

A coffin with an empty grave?

What kind of arrangement is this?

Xu Qing had seen coffins filled with soil before, but a coffin that didn’t get buried inside a grave, instead containing a grave inside it—this was the first he had ever heard of.

They opened the red-lacquered coffin and several people peered inside.

Hey! It’s really spacious!

The sight before them was like someone had dug a large cave out of the wall the coffin was resting against, extending about a square yard in size.

Xu Qing controlled the puppet, cautiously guiding it to make a circuit within.

The space inside the coffin seemed like an iron cauldron overturned on the ground, with a semi-circular dome above and a plain, ordinary floor below. However, no one knew what kind of soil the floor was compressed from, as it was extremely hard.

"This is quite a find. Daoist Xu could store a lot of belongings in here in the future, without taking up much space."

Xu Qing wasn’t particularly pleased. He already had the Mountain and River Map and Box Garden; why would he need such an object for storage purposes?

Besides, the coffin before him stood as tall as a person, required two people to encircle it, and was quite heavy overall, making it inconvenient to carry around.

Temporarily closing the coffin lid, Xu Qing turned back to continue the immortal banquet with the Hou family grandfather and grandson, along with a few small animals.

After the banquet had ended, Old Yellow Weasel had a friendly chat with Xuan Yu before his departure.

From what Xu Qing could gather, the old yellow weasel had brought gifts because it was worried that the newly arrived Cat Immortal would harm its descendants, so it had come in person out of necessity.

"The yellow wolves of Xijing Mountain are all my younger generation. If your excellency encounters them in the future, please show some kindness. I thank you in advance..."

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When the moon reached its zenith, the funeral shop returned to quiet once more.

If it weren’t for the leftover food on the table, it would be as if no guests had ever been there.

Xu Qing was disinclined to tidy up the dishes at that moment. He opened the black coffin lid and looked at the unsightly, furry-faced female zombie, contemplating.

Yang Qiying had been dead for decades. No one knew when he had refined this corpse, but if one were to estimate conservatively, it was probably close to a hundred years.

Together with the female zombie’s age before her death... Xu Qing’s eyes sparkled. To him, the hideous zombie before him seemed like a peerless beauty, perfect in every way.

A figure over a hundred years old, and a Silver Armored Corpse at that, must be quite valuable, right?

Xu Qing teased the female zombie, beckoning her as if calling a cat, leading her into the spacious red-lacquered coffin, where he could better exert his influence.

Outside the coffin, Xuan Yu sat obediently.

The Xu Immortal Family had assured that if it waited patiently outside for a short while, the Xu Immortal Family would convert the female zombie into a Galloping Immortal Disciple, fit for possession and at its command.

Xuan Yu occasionally glanced at the water clock near the counter, never having felt that the time for an incense stick to burn could be so long.

Inside the red-lacquered coffin, Xu Qing closed the coffin door and rubbed his hands before approaching the motionless female zombie.

In the space of about a square yard, the female zombie stood dazed, allowing the young man before her to grasp her hand and caress it.

It was not until the female zombie felt an overwhelmingly terrifying power being injected where they touched that she came to her senses.

That feeling only occurred when encountering a natural enemy!

Unfortunately, just as she awakened, she had already completely lost control of her body.

A Silver Armored Corpse, possessing the strength of ten thousand pounds and a body impervious to blades and spears, felt like paper before the Sutra of Salvation, easily pierced.

The terrifying power instantly overwhelmed the female zombie’s consciousness. Despite her cultivation, she could not escape the reality of being a corpse.

From taming the female zombie to exorcizing her, Xu Qing faced no resistance whatsoever.

The female zombie quietly knelt on the ground, head bowed.

Xu Qing sat cross-legged beside her, holding her small hand as if he were taking her pulse, watching the rise and fall of her life.

The female zombie’s name was Lu Ping. In life, she had been an Inner Sect Disciple of the Yin Corpse Sect, specializing in corpse refining and controlling techniques.

The Yin Corpse Sect was located on Wusong Mountain, over four hundred miles northwest of Jin Sect. The mountain was perpetually shrouded in mist, deterring even the most experienced treasure seekers from venturing into its territory to look for mountain treasures.

Lu Ping was smart and understanding. At the age of thirteen, she was taken into the mountains by an elder for cultivation. By fourteen, she had already read through the mountain’s classics and mastered various corpse refining and nurturing techniques.

She was also well-versed in the Yin Corpse Sect’s regulations.

Yin Corpse Sect disciples were divided into three levels: Seat Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, and Named Disciples.

Named Disciples had the least rights, not only engaging in daily cultivation but also taking on many menial tasks.

According to sect rules, these Named Disciples, from the moment they joined, essentially signed a lifetime contract. Those over sixty who had not been promoted would be selected by Inner Sect Disciples to be refined into zombies.

At fourteen, Lu Ping formally began learning the Corpse Control Technique and refined her first Iron Armored Corpse at seventeen.

But Iron Armored Corpses were the lowest tier of wandering corpses, considered substandard among Inner Sect Disciples.

Lu Ping had a fierce personality and couldn’t bear to see her zombies mocked. She turned her attention to the Named Disciples over sixty years old.

The Yin Corpse Sect had a secret method to track the Named Disciples’ whereabouts. Scouring the lists, Lu Ping found that those over sixty had already been sorted through by senior disciples, leaving only those around seventy to eighty, who were disabled during missions and had been abandoned as ’corpse seeds’ for retirement.