The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 950 - 298: Close the Damn Gate? We’re All Going to Die with No Graves!

Chapter 950: Chapter 298: Close the Damn Gate? We’re All Going to Die with No Graves!

It can only be said that the Corpse Yin Sect of the past should have been a sect with great potential.

Although it’s unclear why it was buried in the long river of history,

the Corpse Nourishing Land they left behind has undergone countless ages, leading to today’s mutation.

"If the Corpse Yin Sect could have cultivated such an army of Nascent Soul dry corpses back then, today’s Eastern Domain landscape might have been rewritten." Another Supreme Elder sighed as he stroked his beard.

Cao Zhengyang’s gaze was somber: "Lei Wuji still has one hundred and nineteen such dry corpses in his possession. But after all, a Nascent Soul is just a Nascent Soul; it’s nothing to fear in front of Divinity Transformation."

He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold: "What I’m worried about is something else."

As he spoke, Yuqing Peak Master Tong Min dragged two unconscious disciples of the Phecda Sect into the cell.

Judging by their aura, both were in the Golden Core Realm.

"Sect Leader, I’ve brought them!" Tong Min tossed the two directly in front of the dry corpse.

The dry corpse, sensing the nearby presence of living beings, grew even more frenzied, its decayed mouth stretched to the ears, revealing ghastly fangs, and it made a thirsty growling sound from its throat.

Although most of the Phecda Sect disciples have chosen to submit, there are still some hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity.

The two before us are the ones who killed more than thirty Taiqing Sect disciples in recent times as part of the "Anti-Qing Restoration."

Several Peak Masters painstakingly devised a plan to lure these two snakes out.

"Every disciple guarding the mines previously was brutally killed, leaving virtually no survivors; this has given me a vague suspicion."

Cao Zhengyang said this as his gaze turned cold.

"Perhaps, the Phecda Sect deliberately slaughtered those who could escape as a precaution against exposing certain secrets."

"Unfortunately, when conducting Soul Search on Master Lingxu and Dubhe, we didn’t find any relevant information."

Cao Zhengyang’s brows furrowed tightly as he continued: "But the uniquely indescribable corpse stench on the bodies of all the disciples who died horribly was only something Shen Yunzhou seemed fascinated by and liked to approach."

He took a deep breath, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: "Hopefully... I’m just overthinking it."

After finishing, Cao Zhengyang extended his finger, two strands of spiritual power pierced like needles into the brows of the two Phecda Sect disciples.

Their bodies shuddered and awakened abruptly, their eyes still filled with the terror from before they fell unconscious.

"Where... where is this?!" One of them struggled to sit up, and upon seeing the surroundings, his face turned pale.

The other just stared at the dry corpse bound by chains, making trembling whimpers: "What... what do you intend to do?!"

Meanwhile, the dry corpse struggled ever more frantically, drool constantly streaming from its mouth, and emitted low growls.

Cao Zhengyang, expressionless, pointed his finger again, and the rune chains binding the dry corpse loosened for a brief moment.

"Roar—!"

The dry corpse instantly broke free from the restraints, pouncing like a hungry wolf towards the two Golden Core cultivators.

Before they could react, both were pinned down by the dry corpse, sharp nails deeply piercing their flesh, and foul fangs viciously biting down!

"Ah—!"

The shrill screams echoed within the cage as the dry corpse greedily chewed their flesh and blood.

However, after just a few bites, Cao Zhengyang coldly snorted, sweeping his sleeve, and the rune chains wrapped around the dry corpse once more, forcibly dragging it back to the stone wall to be confined again.

The dry corpse roared in defiance, its mouth still smeared with fragments of flesh, while the ghostfire in its eyes flickered madly. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The two bitten cultivators writhed on the ground in agony, swearing profusely.

The crowd looked at Cao Zhengyang in confusion, only to see his face suddenly changed.

Quickly, the two who had been screaming in the cage eerily fell silent.

Unlike the previously brutally killed disciples, these two had not been disemboweled by the dry corpse, nor torn into broken limbs.

Now, their necks and shoulders only bore some bite marks.

But from their wounds, blood no longer flowed; instead, thick black liquid seeped out, and their skin turned gray at a visible rate, with bluish-black threads spreading like webs down their veins.

"Ho... ho..."

From their throats came raspy breathing as their bodies began to convulse unnaturally, their eye whites quickly invaded by black, and involuntary grins spread the drool mixed with black blood dripping down.

"As expected..." Cao Zhengyang’s gaze was heavy.

In just a few breaths, their aura completely transformed.

A rotten stench emanated from within them, as if their flesh were decaying from inside out.

Their nails began to lengthen, fingertips turning noir, throats rumbling with beast-like growls.

"Such powerful corpse poison, capable of infection, and so rapid!"

Seeing this scene, the faces of all eight Supreme Elders turned grim.

Not to mention whether there’s an Antitoxic Pill; even with one, refining might not be swift enough before turning into one of these dry corpses.

"Look at that dry corpse—" Tong Min suddenly pointed to the dry corpse still chained to the wall.

Now it no longer roared at those two but again focused its bloodthirsty gaze upon them.

Clearly, these two Golden Core cultivators had become one of its acknowledged kind.

Cao Zhengyang sighed heavily: "The worst case has indeed come to pass."

He looked around at everyone, his voice deep: "If Lei Wuji should personally attack, what then if he bites you? Or perhaps... has he already cultivated thousands upon thousands of this corpse army?"

Upon hearing this, the entire cell turned deathly silent.

Only the throats of the two mutated cultivators rumbled with murky growls, their nails scraping at the ground, making teeth-grating scratching sounds.

"If it truly comes to this..." a Supreme Elder’s voice quivered slightly, "once the corpse poison spreads, not to mention the Taiqing Sect, perhaps the entire Eastern Domain might become a corpse domain!"