Ordinary corpses can be stored in storage bags, but life-bound corpses cannot.

Or rather, any item with a bit of “spirituality” is hard to be stored in a storage bag.

Disciples of the Corpse Puppet Sect have a special space for storing corpses, which is a function attached to their cultivation technique.

This space not only stores various corpse puppets but also nourishes them with an endless supply of yin energy.

Although the enhancement isn’t much, it accumulates over time.

Originally, Wu Youzi planned to put Cheng Hui into a storage bag, but for some reason, even though it was just an ordinary corpse, it couldn’t be put inside no matter what.

In the end, it had to be placed in Wu Youzi’s corpse storage space.

Wu Youzi was quite surprised and even had a slight change of opinion about Cheng Hui’s corpse.

In the Corpse Puppet Sect, they are all a bunch of people who play with corpses.

They are not afraid of any weirdness in a corpse, but they fear it being too ordinary.

Although he didn’t find any special constitution in Cheng Hui, the fact that he couldn’t be put into a storage bag indicated that Cheng Hui had some special traits.

No matter what these special traits were, once he became a life-bound corpse, they would surely manifest.

Zhang Yifan was also inseparable from his life-bound corpse.

However, seeing a seven or eight-year-old boy lovingly stroking a corpse with a big hole in its chest, he couldn’t help but shiver.

As expected, this kid is someone the master has his eyes on.

Just by his behavior, he should definitely join our Corpse Puppet Sect!

“Alright, if there’s anything you don’t understand about the cultivation technique, feel free to ask your senior brother,” Wu Youzi gently patted Lin Qingyang’s head.

“Yifan, you should also spend more time with Qingyang. Oh, by the way, Qingyang is your junior brother’s dao name. His surname is Lin.” Wu Youzi hesitated for a moment but decided not to reveal Lin Qingyang’s original name.

Although that Demon Lord hadn’t appeared for a long time, and there were even rumors that he had died, Wu Youzi never believed it.

When the little disciple was just a mortal, it didn’t matter. The Demon Lord wouldn’t bother with a mortal.

But now that he’s under my name and has the rare Blood Fiend Body, as long as he doesn’t fall, his future achievements will be extraordinary.

There’s no need to provoke that Demon Lord over a name.

Speaking of which, that Demon Lord seemed to have cultivated the Blood Path as well, but he didn’t have the Blood Fiend Body.

Lin Qingyang looked up, his black eyes blinking, showing a bit of admiration.

His parents had passed away, and he had just arrived at the Cheng residence a few days ago, not having the chance to form any bonds with those people.

Now, he transferred his feelings for his family onto Wu Youzi.

Wu Youzi was pleased, stroking his beard.

His previous disciples were all recruited during the sect’s unified disciple intake. He wasn’t very patient with taking care of children, so he chose teenagers.

It’s not that these disciples weren’t filial, but older children, when facing him, showed more fear and respect, rarely showing such admiration.

This was a new experience for Wu Youzi.

He paused slightly, flicked his finger, and a stream of light flew into Lin Qingyang’s hand.

“Master?” Lin Qingyang looked at the brown stone resembling a small pebble in his hand, puzzled.

Zhang Yifan, standing nearby, showed a surprised expression, then said with a hint of jealousy, “Junior brother, Master is really good to you. This is an Absolute Yin Stone. Wearing it prevents yin energy from approaching.”

Lin Qingyang was confused, “But if yin energy can’t approach, won’t I be unable to cultivate?”

Zhang Yifan laughed, “It’s not like that. For someone like you who hasn’t started cultivating yet, starting in yin energy is very painful. But with the Absolute Yin Stone, yin energy can’t approach, so it won’t be painful.”

“As for cultivation, you should know that for us in the Mysterious Corpse Sect, the life-bound corpse is the foundation of our cultivation. So you can let your life-bound corpse cultivate and then feed the cultivation back to you.”

“Once you have a certain level of cultivation, using yin energy won’t be as painful.”

“Thank you, senior brother, for enlightening me.” Lin Qingyang bowed to Zhang Yifan and then gave a deep bow to his master, “Thank you, Master, for your care.”

Wu Youzi was satisfied, stroking his beard.

“Alright, go and cultivate diligently.”

“Yes.”

Wu Youzi’s figure flickered and disappeared.

Zhang Yifan quickly composed himself and led his junior brother to his residence.

Cheng Hui, the corpse, had no resistance. Just after leaving the small dark room, he was put back by Zhang Yifan.

There was no choice; Lin Qingyang hadn’t started cultivating yet, and with his small frame, he couldn’t carry an adult corpse.

As Wu Youzi’s eldest disciple, Zhang Yifan was often relied upon. He managed almost everything on the Thirteen Peaks.

Although an Absolute Yin Stone was precious to him, it wasn’t unattainable.

For someone like him, who was about to break through to the Golden Core stage, the Absolute Yin Stone was just a material.

The effect of isolating yin energy was unnecessary.

After all, for those cultivating the Corpse Life Profound Luo Skill, the initial acceptance of yin energy was painful.

Once they achieved a certain level of cultivation, they naturally wouldn’t fear the erosion of yin energy. They could even use yin energy to cultivate.

His slight jealousy was only due to Wu Youzi’s attitude towards Lin Qingyang.

When he and his other senior brothers joined, the master didn’t give them any Absolute Yin Stones.

They all endured the pain.

But this thought only caused a slight emotional ripple.

Once he remembered that his junior brother was only seven or eight years old, he understood.

The child was still young, and it was normal to take extra care.

Zhang Yifan patted Lin Qingyang’s shoulder.

“Junior brother, I’ll call you Qingyang. This is your room.”

With that, he led Lin Qingyang into the small courtyard.

The courtyard wasn’t large, but it was enough for one person.

In front of the courtyard was a cleared vegetable patch, and beside it was a small tool shed.

At the back of the courtyard were two small wooden houses built side by side.

Zhang Yifan led him to the door of the wooden house and handed him a wooden plaque hanging by the door.

“Drip your blood.”

Lin Qingyang decisively bit his finger and dripped blood onto the wooden plaque.

The blood quickly merged into the plaque, and Lin Qingyang felt a connection with something.

He looked at Zhang Yifan, puzzled.

Zhang Yifan was surprised by his decisive action.

After all, a seven or eight-year-old boy is usually afraid of pain, yet he bit his finger without hesitation…

Tsk tsk, junior brother is indeed extraordinary.

But thinking of how he gently caressed the corpse earlier…

Forget it, he couldn’t treat him like an ordinary little boy!

He handed over the technique to control the courtyard’s formation and led him inside the small house.

There were two rooms, one being a bedroom with basic bedding.

On the bed was a storage bag.

Zhang Yifan pointed to it.

“This is your storage bag. The space inside isn’t large, but it’s enough for now. It contains three months’ worth of cultivation materials.”

“If you run out, you can do tasks at the Good Deeds Hall to earn points and use them to buy more.”

“Of course, if you have spirit stones, you can exchange them for points.”

“In the Corpse Puppet Sect, points can buy you everything you need, even hiring a Nascent Soul Elder—if you have a massive amount of points.”

Lin Qingyang blinked his big eyes, cutely looking at his senior brother as if not understanding what he was saying.

The senior brother’s eyes lit up, suddenly feeling that having such a cute junior brother wasn’t bad.

No wonder the master treated him so well. Just looking at that adorable face made him want to be nicer.

So, Zhang Yifan patiently explained all aspects of the Corpse Puppet Sect to him, even revealing some internal sect disputes he hadn’t planned to mention.

After finishing, Zhang Yifan was a bit dumbfounded.

How… how did he end up saying everything? Oh no, did he scare the junior brother?

He sneaked a glance at Lin Qingyang, finding him still looking confused as if he didn’t understand the parts he mentioned.

He sighed in relief.

Thankfully, the junior brother was still young and probably didn’t understand those dirty matters.

He quietly patted his mouth, reminding himself to be careful in the future and not be so loose-lipped.

But on second thought, telling him these things in advance wasn’t wrong.

At least it would make the junior brother wary of others in the sect, especially the Puppet Faction.

Those who played with corpses weren’t good people!

It’s funny how the Corpse Puppet Sect’s reputation outside was always bad, despised for playing with corpses and disturbing the dead’s peace.

But within the sect, the Mysterious Corpse Faction never thought they were playing with corpses.

Instead, they believed the Puppet Faction tarnished the sect’s reputation.

The two factions were like fire and water, partly due to differing philosophies.

They could never see eye to eye.

“Alright, junior brother, I’ll be going. For the next few days, you must stay with your life-bound corpse, not more than three meters apart. In three days, I’ll help you with your cultivation. Oh, and always wear the Absolute Yin Stone, or your body won’t handle it.”

“Thank you, senior brother, I understand.” Lin Qingyang obediently agreed.

After Zhang Yifan left, the innocent smile on Lin Qingyang’s face gradually faded.

He picked up the wooden plaque and activated the courtyard’s formation with a flick of his finger.

If Zhang Yifan were still there, he’d be shocked.

How could a mortal, without cultivation, activate a formation without a spell?

“Huihui…” Lin Qingyang turned to look at the small house, seemingly seeing through the wooden wall to the corpse lying inside.

He slowly lowered his gaze, his crow-feather-like eyelashes fluttering slightly.

He formed a hand seal, and Cheng Hui, who was feeling bored on the bed, suddenly fell asleep.

Lin Qingyang walked back to the room step by step, standing by the bed, looking at Cheng Hui with a hole in his chest, his heart aching.

Why! Why does it have to be this way!

Is this the only way…

Determination flashed in his eyes.

He clasped his fingers into a knife and fiercely stabbed towards his own chest!