Just as Cheng Hui was worrying that there might be something wrong with his brain, he suddenly realized that apart from the appearance of that beautiful woman, which he really couldn’t recall, he remembered everything else very clearly.

Uh… this wasn’t just clear, it was like crystal clear, down to the tiniest detail. He could even remember the content of the arguments his parents had when he was in elementary school.

Cheng Hui: …Feeling more and more that something’s not quite right with himself.

Normal people’s brains don’t work like this…

Cheng Hui was very sure that before he transmigrated, he was just an ordinary college student. Back then, he had exhausted all his energy to get into that university in Beijing. If he had this kind of ability at that time, he would have been on top of the world.

Lin Qingyang carefully cleaned Cheng Hui up before taking a moment to tidy himself.

His face, which looked like a little flower cat, stunned Cheng Hui once it was cleaned.

At the age of seven or eight, his features were still very youthful, but he already had the makings of a beauty. If nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely grow up to be a stunningly handsome young man who could charm countless girls.

Cheng Hui silently felt a bit sour…

Speaking of looks, he wasn’t bad either. Before he transmigrated, he was the type of young man who was both handsome and sunny, a very popular type. However, as someone who had both parents but lived like an orphan, dating was truly a luxury for him.

He neither had the time nor the money, so throughout his entire high school and two years of college, he never had the chance to have a girlfriend.

“Huihui, don’t be sad, I will always be with you.” The little Lin Qingyang hugged Cheng Hui tightly, warming his cold body with his own.

Cheng Hui’s heart skipped a beat—oh no, he doesn’t have a heart now.

Let’s try again—

A part of Cheng Hui’s soul jumped intensely. He didn’t want to admit it, but for a moment, he was actually moved by a little kid.

Pah, pah, pah! Three years minimum, death penalty at most! Cheng Hui, get a grip!

You can’t just think of him as a child bride because he’s good-looking… he’s a boy! A boy!

Oops, he seemed to have exposed something!

Cheng Hui blushed. His body couldn’t move, but his mind was very active, and he accidentally thought of some inappropriate things.

He swore, he really didn’t have any preference for kids, it was purely his imagination running wild, and he accidentally… ahem, you know how it is.

Wu Youzi, the old Daoist, had been observing Lin Qingyang’s actions. From the moment Lin Qingyang started cleaning Cheng Hui’s body, the smile on his face never faded.

It wasn’t because he was a pervert, but because their Corpse Puppet Sect was, after all, a sect that dealt with corpses. If his little disciple was afraid of corpses, he would have to spend more effort to train him, to avoid leaving any psychological shadows on the child.

However, Lin Qingyang’s performance clearly satisfied him. After all, this was just a seven or eight-year-old child. Wu Youzi’s original plan was to only teach him the mental techniques and wait until he was ten to start refining his life-bound mysterious corpse.

Preserving Cheng Hui’s body wasn’t a problem. Their Corpse Puppet Sect had countless secret techniques for dealing with corpses. Not to mention basic functions like preservation, they could even make them dance if they wanted to!

“Disciple, aren’t you afraid?” Wu Youzi asked.

“Afraid?” Lin Qingyang showed a confused expression, “Why should I be afraid?”

“He died so horribly…” Wu Youzi hadn’t finished his sentence when Lin Qingyang interrupted him.

He puffed up his cheeks unhappily, “Master, Huihui isn’t ugly at all, he’s very good-looking.”

Wu Youzi looked at the corpse with a big hole in its chest, exposing the internal organs, speechless… Now he wasn’t worried that his little disciple would be afraid of corpses, but he started to worry if his little disciple was a bit abnormal?

However… no matter what, Wu Youzi was still very satisfied with his little disciple.

Riding the Silver Leaf Flying Shuttle, it took them less than three days to return to the mountain gate of the Corpse Puppet Sect.

As one of the Eight Left Paths, the Corpse Puppet Sect was quite prestigious.

The sect was located in a majestic and steep mountain range.

As they approached the mountain gate, Wu Youzi took out a jade talisman and activated it.

A semi-transparent defensive array appeared not far away, and the Silver Leaf Flying Shuttle flashed with silver light as it passed through the membrane.

Cheng Hui felt as if the originally bright sky suddenly darkened, and the air around was filled with wisps of black gas.

As the Silver Leaf Flying Shuttle traveled through the air, those black gases were attracted to Cheng Hui and entered his body.

Cheng Hui didn’t know what those things were, but he could feel that they were beneficial to him.

The moment the black gases entered his body, he noticed some changes within himself, as if his body became a little bit tougher.

This change was subtle but real.

While Cheng Hui was still wondering what those black gases were, Lin Qingyang helpfully asked his master.

From Wu Youzi’s mouth, Cheng Hui learned that those black gases were the yin energy that corpses loved, and the yin energy of the Corpse Puppet Sect came from an ancient array.

It was said that this place used to be an ancient battlefield with countless corpses and overwhelming resentment.

A powerful being passing by noticed that this place had become a Ten Yin Absolute Land.

If left unchecked, it could give birth to a Ghost King with power comparable to the Great Ascension Stage, which would be a catastrophic disaster for the Xuanheng Realm, which only had a few Transformation Stage cultivators.

So that powerful being, along with several righteous cultivators of the time, set up an array here to absorb the yin energy.

Initially, the array worked well, but later it was discovered that the absorbed yin energy didn’t just disappear but accumulated.

If it exploded, it could destroy the entire Xuanheng Realm.

This matter put great pressure on the Xuanheng Realm. Although the righteous and demonic paths always had conflicts, they found common ground on this issue and eventually solved the problem together.

And the solution was to find a major consumer of yin energy to settle here. If accumulation could lead to an explosion, then using it up would solve the problem.

Thus, the Corpse Puppet Sect, as one of the Left Paths, naturally settled here.

In a way, the Corpse Puppet Sect was also helping to relieve the Xuanheng Realm of its troubles.

So despite having the “reputation” of playing with corpses, they weren’t labeled as a sect to be attacked by everyone.

Wu Youzi lived on the Thirteenth Peak.

Their ancestor was quite an interesting person, never interested in naming things.

Although they settled here, they never named the peaks, just numbered them as First Peak, Second Peak, and so on.

Later generations didn’t dare to change it, so it remained that way.

“This is where I live. There are a few rooms over there, you can choose any one you like. The ones without names on the sign are empty,” Wu Youzi instructed.

Then, he called over a young man in his twenties.

He was dressed in gray, with a sturdy build and a very honest appearance, except for his sharp eyes that didn’t match his demeanor.

“Yifan, this is the disciple I just accepted, your junior brother. Briefly introduce him to the household, and his cultivation will be your responsibility.”

“Yes, Master,” the young man replied respectfully.

Then he looked up curiously at Lin Qingyang.

That one look stunned him. The junior brother was too good-looking!

Wu Youzi then looked at Lin Qingyang and said gently, “His name is Zhang Yifan, my eldest disciple, your senior brother. I often travel, so if you have any questions, you can ask him for help.”

After a pause, he continued, “If you have any cultivation questions, you can also ask him. If he can’t solve them, then come to me.”

“Master, you’re underestimating me…” Zhang Yifan chuckled, “I’m your eldest disciple, I should be able to handle the junior brother’s questions.”

Wu Youzi glared at him, “You dare say that? If you were more reliable, I wouldn’t have to.”

Zhang Yifan shrank his neck and winked at Lin Qingyang behind Wu Youzi’s back.

Lin Qingyang was momentarily stunned, then smiled.

Zhang Yifan couldn’t help but clutch his chest.

My goodness, the junior brother is so charming even at such a young age.

No wonder Master specifically asked me to take care of him. If he were my disciple, I wouldn’t be at ease either.

He roughly understood that Master wanted him to protect the junior brother from certain people in the sect.

Thinking of some individuals in the sect, Zhang Yifan unconsciously frowned.

Looking at the junior brother’s adorable face, he secretly decided to stick close to him as much as possible to prevent any accidents.

Wu Youzi turned back and handed Lin Qingyang a jade talisman, saying, “The jade talisman contains the first three layers of the Corpse Life Profound Luo Skill. The subsequent parts will be taught to you after you establish your foundation.”

“Yes, Master,” Lin Qingyang replied obediently.

He took the jade talisman, pressed it to his forehead, and closed his eyes for a while.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Wu Youzi with joy.

Wu Youzi: …

“Master… can I start refining Huihui today?” he asked eagerly.

Wu Youzi looked at Lin Qingyang, pondering for a moment.

“I originally planned to teach you the mental techniques first and wait until you were ten to refine your life-bound mysterious corpse.”

Lin Qingyang blinked his innocent eyes, seemingly not understanding, and softly asked, “Master, the skill says it’s best to be inseparable from the life-bound mysterious corpse from the start, living and eating together. The closer the bond, the stronger the life-bound mysterious corpse, and the stronger I will be.”

Wu Youzi was a bit speechless. The skill indeed said that, but except for some very special people, not many could achieve that from the start.

The most important thing is… other people’s life-bound mysterious corpses at least have an intact body, but Lin Qingyang’s fiancé died so horribly. Even if he was fearless, he didn’t want a child to be inseparable from a corpse all day. That’s too abnormal.

—Though his little disciple didn’t seem to mind.

“Master, I want to be with Huihui. I’m his fiancé, I have the responsibility to protect him.” Lin Qingyang’s expression was filled with an unwavering determination.

Wu Youzi sighed, flicked his finger, and a corpse fell from the sky beside Lin Qingyang.

Lin Qingyang happily hugged Cheng Hui’s corpse, whispering, “Huihui, we’ll be able to meet again soon. Aren’t you happy?”

Cheng Hui, who had been locked in a small dark room for two days: …Something’s wrong with you!