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The feeling of being watched made Ye Mingshang quite uncomfortable. Although the sensation faded quickly, he still managed to capture it.
He didn't know who was spying on him; on the surface, he didn't care, but deep down, he remained alert. After all, no one likes to be watched in secret, regardless of who it is.
This had nothing to do with strength; it was like someone staring at you while you were taking a shower or using the restroom. Even if it were a child, you wouldn't be pleased.
Eliminating a few people didn't stir much emotion within him; he didn't even bother to probe their memories. It was simply because they were unworthy.
The Black Witch Cult had four main branches, each corresponding to one of the four leaders. He had already dealt with two of them, Shinra Shura, and now he needed to handle the Corpse God and Ghostly Fiend.
Moving swiftly through the mountains and forests, Ye Mingshang's movements were almost like a blur. Traversing the rugged mountain paths felt as easy as walking on flat ground.
With each step, he moved like the wind brushing over grass, so fast that he seemed to leave only a gust behind.
Sometimes a small animal would be foraging or napping when suddenly a gust of wind would pass by, startling it into standing upright and looking around in confusion, its expression adorably dazed.
The four branches were not located close together; there was some distance between them. After all, they required different environments and existed to represent distinct domains, suppressing their respective territories. It was natural that they couldn't all be clustered together.
He continued running in one direction—the way down the mountain.
The terrain there was low-lying, mostly consisting of basin-like landscapes that were damp and dark.
That place was the Corpse God Hall, which used to be the renowned location of the Corpse God Cult.
The four people killed earlier were merely members of the outer circle of the Corpse God Cult, as evidenced by their pale skin, which indicates their affiliation.
It must be the Corpse God Hall without a doubt.
Only those hiding in dark and damp environments, like the Fellows, would have such unhealthy skin.
The Corpse God Hall is about fifty miles away from here in a straight line, but considering the mountainous terrain, the actual distance is longer. With Ye Mingshang's stamina, it would take roughly an hour to cover this distance.
Of course, this is not at his full speed.
The Corpse God Hall occupies a considerable area and has many subordinates, though most are low-level workers doing menial tasks, just like the four from before.
In the past, the Corpse God Cult was quite renowned, its reputation rivaling that of the Miao Witch's group, and they were even more terrifying. Although there are not many main combatants, the Corpse Slaves they raise possess astonishing combat power; some skilled ones can even command two or more Corpse Slaves simultaneously.
Moreover, it is said that the Corpse God Cult has a Corpse God in existence, immensely powerful.
Of course, the term "Corpse God" is likely an exaggeration; a true deity is beyond their control, even if it is just a corpse.
However, it is certain that this Corpse God must be very strong.
As one approaches this area, the air becomes increasingly cold and damp, and the ground beneath feels softer, clearly indicating ample moisture.
Generally speaking, for a corpse to undergo transformation into a corpse variant, two conditions must be met for preservation. First, it must be in an absolutely cold and sinister place. Second, it must be in an entirely dry environment with no moisture.
In such an environment, corpses can be preserved for a longer time without decaying, but they are also more prone to transformation.
However, the Corpse God Cult goes against this principle, unorthodoxly raising corpses in the humid mountain basins. If they were raising decayed corpses, that would be one thing, but they are actually preserving intact bodies.
These are not Dried Corpses; they are a type of Wet Corpse. Unlike the two that Ye Mingshang fought at Xiong Er Mountain, these corpses are not as severely decayed. In fact, they are even better preserved than Dried Corpses, with skin that retains moisture, as if they had just died recently.
The Corpse Slaves created from such corpses possess greater abilities, but the process of creating them is undoubtedly more difficult.
The most challenging aspect is the issue of preservation.
The cold and damp environment is highly conducive to the growth of bacteria and microorganisms, which can be quite unpredictable. If they were raising Dried Corpses, it wouldn't matter much if some decay occurred or if maggots appeared.
However, their standards for Wet Corpses are extremely high; even a hint of decay is unacceptable. This makes their progress very slow.
Regarding this picky nature, Ye Mingshang even suspects that these Fellows might have a necrophilic tendency, demanding such high standards for a corpse!
Nevertheless, everyone operates in different fields and cares about different things.
What seems perverse to others is a source of pride for them.
The Corpse God Hall is situated in a basin terrain but is also surrounded by forests where the trees are very old, some hundreds of years old. The reason for choosing this location may be related to corpse refining; how exactly they do it remains a secret of the Corpse God Cult.
In the past, the Corpse God Cult was quite powerful. When Wang Sijin sought to conquer them, he paid a hefty price. The leader at that time was named Lagonda, an extremely arrogant Fellow who absolutely refused to serve under anyone.
At the beginning, during Wang Sijin's decree, I made it clear. If I were to join, it would only be if I went up and you went down.
Wang Sijin naturally would not agree, leading to a fierce battle between the two sides. In the end, although Wang Sijin killed Lagonda and subdued the Corpse God Cult, the hardships faced were beyond words.
Lagonda was arrogant and self-important, but his abilities were undeniable. When Chuyi controlled the corpses and commanded ten powerful Corpse Slaves, they left the Black Witch Cult with no way to counter.
If it weren't for the intervention of the leader Wang Sijin, who suppressed them with numerical advantage, they would not have been able to shake this great tree.
However, although the previous leader Lagonda was dead, the new leader Wu Boyi was not an easy character either. Although he was not originally from the Corpse God Cult, after being brought up by Wang Sijin, he used iron-fisted methods to suppress everyone and later even learned the refining method of Wet Corpse.
Over the years, Wu Boyi, the God of Death Sect Master, has sat securely in his position, and no one dared to challenge him.
This is the capability of a person.
As he ran through the dense jungle, it gradually opened up; those small trees that could be seen everywhere disappeared. Instead, there were towering trees that even a dozen people could not embrace.
Seeing this, Ye Mingshang slowed his pace. He knew he had arrived at the Corpse God Hall.
Slowing his steps and using special methods allowed him to tread on the weeds and branches without making much noise.
The soil on the ground was very soft but not easy to sink into; stepping on it felt like jelly. It bounced slightly, indicating that it must contain a certain amount of sand to behave this way. (To be continued.)
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