I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 125 - 86: Topical Application and Oral Administration_2

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Lu Ping, unable to find a suitable target for corpse refining, had a sudden inspiration and set her sights on a fifty-eight-year-old named disciple,

Fifty-eight years old, only two years away from the crucial age of sixty.

With a plan in mind, Lu Ping packed her bags and went down the mountain to track down this named disciple.

Not long after, in a small village in Xiangyin County, Lu Ping found the corpse refining embryo she had been longing for.

That embryo was none other than Liu Youdao’s master, Yang Qiying.

When they met face to face, Yang Qiying respectfully addressed the not-yet-twenty-year-old Lu Ping as senior sister.

Lu Ping, facing this junior brother who was extremely respectful to her, did not show the slightest mercy.

She bluntly stated her purpose: she wanted Yang Qiying to be her corpse seed.

"Senior sister, why the rush? I still have two years before the age of sixty. When two years have passed, I will naturally return and repay the sect’s teachings and kindness."

Lu Ping couldn’t wait for two years and said straight out, "Two years is too long, I seize the day! Junior Brother Yang, you mustn’t forget, privately passing on sect cultivation techniques is a serious crime for named disciples."

"As an inner sect disciple, I have the authority to clean the house. Junior Brother Yang, you surely don’t want your apprentice to be in trouble, do you?"

"Senior sister, the rules aren’t meant to be interpreted this way. In the sect, which disciple nearing sixty hasn’t first taken in an apprentice, and then brought the apprentice back to the sect at sixty to formally enter the sect?"

"In contrast, senior sister coming here to forcibly demand a corpse seed before I’ve reached sixty is the real violation of sect rules."

Seeing Yang Qiying, a mere named disciple, dare to talk back, Lu Ping felt annoyed and took out the Corpse-Driving Bell, controlling the Iron Armored Wandering Corpse she had refined, to vent her anger.

One was an inner sect disciple with true teachings, the other an ordinary named disciple. If the two were to battle, the outcome seemed clear.

As Xu Qing pondered how Yang Qiying would respond, he saw the old man in the rotating lantern make a run for the village.

The agility in his movements was comparable to that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth.

Lu Ping was taken aback, her face darkening. She controlled the Iron Armored Corpse to give chase, and upon reaching a courtyard, she found Yang Qiying standing squarely in the middle, having no intention of continuing to flee.

"Junior Brother Yang, you are no match for me. If you obediently comply, I, as your senior sister, can show mercy outside the sect rules and bring your apprentice back to the sect to legitimately become a named disciple."

Hearing this, Yang Qiying suddenly burst into laughter, "A named disciple! I’ve wasted my whole life over these four words!"

"Senior sister, weren’t you abducted into the sect? Why do you now want to eliminate someone in the same situation?"

Lu Ping, hearing this, flared up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and shouted, "What does my abduction have to do with you? From the moment I entered the sect, I was an inner sect disciple, with people to serve my needs. How can a lowly outer disciple like you compare to me?"

With that, an enraged Lu Ping controlled the Iron Armored Corpse to charge into the courtyard.

The Iron Armored Corpse made strange grunting sounds from its throat, and upon entering the courtyard, it lunged at Yang Qiying with swinging arms.

"Youdao, cast the net!"

At Yang Qiying’s command, a large net suddenly shot out from the side, covering the Iron Armored Corpse.

Before the Iron Armored Corpse could land, Yang Qiying bit his tongue and spit a mouthful of True Yang Blood on the net, causing black smoke to rise wherever the corpse came in contact with the hot blood.

While maneuvering around the Iron Armored Corpse, Yang Qiying shook the Corpse-Driving Bell, and four or five Walking Corpses suddenly stood up from a nearby thatched hut, lurching towards Lu Ping’s position.

Lu Ping snorted coldly. Forming a Dharma Seal with her hands, she recited the Corpse Control Spell, and the approaching Walking Corpses immediately switched allegiance.

"Junior Brother, I have the true teachings. Your skills are insufficient!"

Yang Qiying remained calm, seizing the moment while Lu Ping was distracted, leading the net-covered Iron Armored Corpse towards the wall.

At the base of the wall, there were two narrow-mouthed, round-bellied wine jars.

Seeing the Iron Armored Corpse approach, Yang Qiying flung all the Corpse Control Talismans he had on him, and as the Corpse Control Spell was activated, the talismans glowed red, momentarily slowing the Iron Armored Corpse.

In the side room, Liu Youdao vigorously shook the Corpse-Driving Bell, reciting the Corpse Stopping Spell in an attempt to influence Lu Ping, who was controlling the corpses.

At this moment, Lu Ping suddenly heard the crisp sound of crockery smashing in the courtyard.

She looked and saw Yang Qiying holding a jar, charging fearlessly towards the Iron Armored Corpse.

The wine jar shattered, and a peculiar lamp oil fragrance spread out.

Lu Ping frowned slightly. She had her eye on Yang Qiying’s body and was reluctant to damage it, so she had held back. But now she sensed something was off; this seemingly elderly junior brother had shown no fear towards her...

Regardless of what Lu Ping thought, once the Iron Armored Corpse was drenched in lamp oil, Yang Qiying shouted, "Youdao, torch!"

From inside the house, Liu Youdao’s figure vanished for a split second, reappearing with a torch in hand.

The flame the size of a fist arced across the courtyard, landing on the rope net trailing from the Iron Armored Corpse.

The lamp oil and the open flame ignited, and the fire quickly spread.

In an instant, the Iron Armored Corpse became a burning figure.

The sound of the zombie’s roars, mixed with the sizzle of burning flesh, filled the courtyard. Lu Ping tried to control the Iron Armored Corpse to save itself but found the burning lamp oil severed her connection.

With his chest and firm muscles exposed, Yang Qiying wielded a long knife, approaching the visibly shaken Lu Ping.

She was still inexperienced, and in terms of combat experience, how could she match the seasoned Yang Qiying?

With the situation reversed, Yang Qiying swiftly dealt with the obstructing Walking Corpses and coldly said to the trembling Lu Ping, "Zombies fear fire. This lamp oil I specifically acquired from Cizhao Temple is most effective against evil spirits."

"Originally, these things were meant to be used two years later, but now they serve senior sister well."

The greatest fear of a Corpse Driver is an enemy getting close. Without the Iron Armored Corpse to rely on, Lu Ping was at his mercy.

Though skilled in martial arts, Yang Qiying did not immediately take her life after subduing her.

Xu Qing saw Yang Qiying interrogate Lu Ping about the inner sect cultivation technique and saw her being strangled to death by him.

Later, Lu Ping was refined into a Silver Armored Corpse, but Yang Qiying rarely used her, keeping her in a coffin most of the time.

Only when he encountered particularly difficult opponents would Yang Qiying let Lu Ping see the light of day again.

But such occasions were rare. In the rotating lantern, Lu Ping appeared only twice after becoming a zombie.

Once when bandits raided his village, Yang Qiying took Lu Ping in secret to wipe out the bandits at night.

Another time, he stumbled across an ancient tomb filled with traps and used Lu Ping, with her invulnerable Silver Armored Corpse body, to break through and plunder the tomb.

Following that, Lu Ping was sealed inside the coffin and never used again until Yang Qiying’s death.

Xu Qing remained silent for a long time, recalling that in Liu Youdao’s memory, Yang Qiying once fell off a cliff, resulting in a limp.

Even when driving corpses, he limped, and was nicknamed ’One Foot’ by his peers until his death.

In hindsight, the story of falling off a cliff might be untrue, likely a cover for Yang Qiying to avoid being turned into a zombie refining embryo by the Yin Corpse Sect.

Collecting his thoughts, Xu Qing turned his attention to the reward.

The Sutra of Salvation gave the corpse a rating: Earth-grade, lower quality.

The reward included a Corpse Concealment Technique and three Corpse Nourishing Pills.

The Corpse Concealment Technique, an Outer Refining Method, could alter the surrounding environment to nourish corpses buried in shady places.

Xu Qing thought of the nearly hundred corpses buried under his haunted house.

The house was filled with malevolent energy, yet it couldn’t improve the quality of the corpses.

With the Corpse Concealment Technique, he hoped the quality of the corpses would improve, giving him a better chance of refining a Fierce General rather than ordinary Fierce Soldiers when he raised spectral soldiers.

The remaining Corpse Nourishing Pills could similarly enhance the quality of zombies. If the Corpse Concealment Technique was external, the pills were ingested.

It was Xu Qing’s first time obtaining items that could directly refine a zombie’s body.