Second-rank Bronze Corpse

Chapter 103 Second-rank Bronze Corpse?

Wu Sui and Ying Ni boarded the flying boat. Ying Ni spoke first.

"Senior Brother Wu Sui, where are we going now?"

"Falling Eagle Chasm!" Wu Sui replied.

Falling Eagle Chasm was a vast distance away, spanning a full four to five thousand li. Even with a flying boat, it would take a considerable amount of time.

Night fell swiftly, but Wu Sui had no intention of landing, pressing forward through the cover of darkness.

At some point, Ying Ni had already slinked onto Wu Sui's lap. Wu Sui's hands wandered shamelessly over her body, eliciting continuous flushes of feigned shyness from Ying Ni, her mouth occasionally emitting soft moans and ragged gasps.

Her already revealing garments became thoroughly disheveled, exposing even more of her snow-white skin.

Song Wen watched their flagrant intimacy from the rear, a wave of irritation rising in his chest.

For a split second, he felt a sharp impulse to seize the opportunity and slaughter both of them on the spot. However, his keen eyes noticed that within Wu Sui's right sleeve, a black chain twitched like a venomous serpent hidden at the mouth of a cave, occasionally poking its head out. Song Wen suppressed his urge to launch a sneak attack.

Wu Sui was indeed far less simple than he appeared on the surface; his vigilance was incredibly high.

When the sky grew pale with the dawn, the trio finally arrived at Falling Eagle Chasm.

Falling Eagle Chasm lay nestled between two massive mountains. It looked as though the earth had been split asunder by a single, colossal sword strike, leaving a massive, bottomless chasm dozens of li long cutting across the landscape.

"Screech!"

While they were still several li away from the chasm, a piercing eagle cry tore through the air.

It was a giant eagle with a wingspan exceeding ten meters. Its plumage shimmered with a dull, metallic luster, each feather appearing sharp and heavy like forged iron.

The giant eagle soared into the sky from Falling Eagle Chasm, its abdominal feathers scattering as a foot-long wound continuously dripped bright red blood.

Clearly, this beast had just endured a fierce battle and had suffered a significant setback.

Yet, it refused to leave. It circled relentlessly at an altitude of a thousand meters, its sharp gaze locked onto the pitch-black abyss of Falling Eagle Chasm. It was as if something within held an irresistible allure, preventing it from departing despite its injuries.

"An Iron-winged Eagle at the peak of Qi Refining... Who could possibly wound it?" Ying Ni murmured in astonishment, her eyes fixed on the sky.

"Most likely the zombies within the chasm. Only they could pose such a threat to an Iron-winged Eagle on its own territory." Even someone as arrogant as Wu Sui now wore a solemn expression.

It seemed obtaining the Jade Marrow Mushrooms would not be as simple as they had envisioned.

Right then, a violent commotion erupted within Falling Eagle Chasm.

A figure enveloped in dense, surging yin qi burst from the abyss.

The cultivator's speed was staggering, pushing the absolute limits of the Qi Refining realm and nearly rivaling Foundation Establishment cultivators who lacked specialized movement techniques.

The figure flashed past, plunging instantly into the dense forest.

"That is the Profound Yin Cult's Netherworld Evasion! That person is a Ghost Patrol of the Profound Yin Cult!" Ying Ni claimed, identifying the intruder from a single technique.

It was clear that the Netherworld Evasion was either exceptionally difficult to master or strictly guarded; ordinary disciples of the Profound Yin Cult had no hope of ever learning it.

"Roar!"

Immediately after, a burly, colossal figure erupted from Falling Eagle Chasm. Monstrous corpse qi billowed around it, and its naked, withered flesh gleamed with a faint, bronze hue.

"A second-rank Bronze Corpse!" Wu Sui muttered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"How is this possible? How could an entity comparable to a Foundation Establishment powerhouse be bred within the Withered Blood Secret Realm?"

"No, wait!"

"It is not a true second-rank Bronze Corpse! Although its physical form has developed the traits of a Bronze Corpse, the corpse qi it exudes falls far short of the second rank."

This was a zombie whose physical body had successfully broken through to the second rank, yet due to some restrictive law of the realm, its corpse qi remained forcibly suppressed at the absolute limit of the first rank.

In a way, this pseudo-second-rank Bronze Corpse was quite similar to Song Wen; both were effectively half-step Foundation Establishment entities.

However, because this Bronze Corpse's physical body had stepped into the realm of Foundation Establishment-and given that zombies were inherently renowned for their monstrous physical strength-it was essentially an invincible existence within the Withered Blood Secret Realm, where only Qi Refining cultivators could enter. It was virtually impossible for anyone to breach its physical defenses.

While the Bronze Corpse lacked refined movement techniques, it relied on its sheer, terrifying durability to charge forward blindly, shattering everything in its path.

If the fleeing Ghost Patrol was a swift gust of wind, the pursuing Bronze Corpse was a rampaging behemoth. It tore through the forest, snapping ancient trees like twigs, acting as a human juggernaut.

As the Bronze Corpse surged into the distance, dozens of figures emerged from Falling Eagle Chasm. They were disciples from the three major sects.

A force of sixty to seventy cultivators had been lurking in the shadows, observing the chaos. Now, they trailed closely behind the Bronze Corpse, giving chase.

Unable to grasp the full situation, Wu Sui steered the flying boat toward the vanguard of the pursuit.

At the front ran a bloated, heavily built figure.

"Chou Li! What happened down in Falling Eagle Chasm?"

Chou Li cast a brief glance up at Wu Sui but did not slow her pace. Her vital energy billowed intensely as she executed the Blood Evasion Art. With the immense reserves of blood essence inherent to her physical cultivation, sustaining the technique did not place too heavy a burden on her.

When Chou Li offered no reply, Wu Sui pressed further.

"Do you truly believe you can match that pseudo-second-rank Bronze Corpse on your own?"

Wu Sui pointed back at Ying Ni. "If the three of us join forces, we can split the benefits equally when the time comes."

As for Song Wen, Wu Sui ignored him entirely; in his eyes, Song Wen lacked the qualifications to even speak of the Jade Marrow Mushrooms.

Swayed by Wu Sui's reasoning, Chou Li finally spoke.

"The Ghost Patrol used his extreme speed to strike while the Iron-winged Eagle and the Bronze Corpse were locked in combat. He stole all three Jade Marrow Mushrooms from the chasm!"

"What! The Ghost Patrol has three Jade Marrow Mushrooms?" Wu Sui exclaimed in shock.

"Then we must intercept him at all costs. If he manages to break away, his movement technique will make it impossible to track him down again."

Wu Sui's fingers blurred as he struck several hand seals. The flying boat groaned and suddenly surged, its speed more than doubling, easily overtaking Chou Li despite her Blood Evasion Art.

Wu Sui steered the vessel forward, tracking the path of destruction left by the Bronze Corpse.

Standing at the stern of the boat, Song Wen watched the chase unfold, privately astonished by the vessel's capabilities. Wu Sui's flying boat was vastly superior to his own. A disciple backed by a Golden Core ancestor truly possessed an enviable foundation.

Right then, the Iron-winged Eagle circling high above tore downward in a fierce dive. As the undisputed sovereign of the sky, its speed eclipsed everyone present-outstripping the Ghost Patrol, the pseudo-second-rank Bronze Corpse, and even Wu Sui's accelerated flying boat.

Its talons, gleaming like forged iron, raked down directly at the lead Ghost Patrol.

Hearing the sharp howl of tearing air behind him, the Ghost Patrol went on high alert. A talisman flared in his grip, and several half-meter-long, crescent-shaped blades of spiritual energy materialized, slicing upward toward the descending predator.

A first-rank, high-grade talisman: the Spiritual Moon Slash!

The Iron-winged Eagle flapped its massive wings, launching a dozen metallic feathers from its pinions. These feathers flew like arrows loosed from a bow, colliding with the crescent blades with an ear-splitting screech.

The iron-hard feathers were ground to dust, but the spiritual energy blades were completely shattered in turn.

With the obstacle cleared, the eagle's lethal talons snapped down toward the Ghost Patrol's skull.

Faced with a fatal crisis, the Ghost Patrol was forced to check his advance and divert his focus. He slapped the ghost-nurturing bag at his waist, releasing a black-faced fierce ghost at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

The wraith billowed with dark yin qi, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it lunged at the Iron-winged Eagle.

Yet, just as the Ghost Patrol attempted to use the distraction to flee, he realized with horror that the Bronze Corpse had already closed the distance.

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