Chapter 898 - 475: Raw Ink, Ripe Ink, Immortal Ink

Chapter 898: Chapter 475: Raw Ink, Ripe Ink, Immortal Ink

Hoo...

The cold wind poured into the Ghost Eye Machine Room.

In the air lingered the sweet scent of Hundred Flowers Juice.

Bai Mo, holding three disciples, sat beside the "hard disk," reading information.

The more he read, the more peculiar his expression became.

"Is this... for real?"

[The hierarchy of the Immortal Dynasty is strict, for Sequence Seven and below, they’re cremated after death, their ashes can be used as resources for immortal cultivation]

[Sequence Six to Sequence Four can have tombs, can have sarcophagi]

[If cultivation reaches Sequence Three, a mausoleum can be built]

[Royal mausoleums throughout history are heavily guarded]

[And the imperial mausoleums in history, no one knows where they’re hidden, becoming mysteries in history]

[Ah, I really want to know where the imperial mausoleums are!]

Bai Mo pulled at his lips.

This brat still wants to know about the imperial mausoleums?

[Among Fallen Immortals, there’s a particularly disgusting, particularly vile stream named "Corpse Stealing Stream"]

[The corpse of an immortal is actually good stuff]

[An immortal, starting as a mortal, experiences various cultivation stages, undergoes numerous promotions, learns knowledge, absorbs heavenly and earthly treasures, gains recognition from the order of the Immortal Dao]

[After they die, the knowledge and the heavenly and earthly treasures within them also remain in certain special forms]

[What the Corps Stealing Stream targets are these things]

Oh?

Bai Mo rubbed his three disciples’ chubby heads, sighing with emotion.

Really an eye-opener!

...

Hoo...

The cold wind blew.

The giant pit on the earth was being dug deeper and deeper, revealing new soil, revealing broken walls and remnants.

However, a dozen young men were swinging shovels, digging downward, sweating profusely.

Puchi!

Puchi!

Shovel by shovel, the dirt was being tossed by the shovel.

Sometimes with a "thud," as the shovel hit the walls of the burial chamber.

Tie Pi Immortal stood beside, watching his disciples dig the tomb with a laugh.

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad, dig faster, exert more strength!

"Master can’t wait!"

The disciples, exerting themselves while digging the tomb, while wiping the sweat off their foreheads, while pulling strange faces.

This Tie Pi Immortal, has something wrong, doesn’t he?

Digging his own ancestral tomb, with such joy?

But they only ridiculed in their hearts, absolutely dared not speak it out.

...

Within the Ghost Eye Machine Room.

Bai Mo, holding his disciples, squinted his eyes, continuing to browse the documents left by the Ancient Immortals.

[Heard among the Ancients in Corps Stealing Stream, various paths exist, array path, talisman path, divination path are the most rampant]

[They invented numerous methods, numerous peculiar routes]

[Some hold the immortal corpse in bed, sleep with the corpse, allowing the corpse to absorb human energy]

[Some burn the corpse to ash, smear it on the face, scrape it off after seven days and nights, allowing the ash to absorb human energy, reviving the Dao contained in the ash]

[Others burn the corpse to ash, consume it, then excrete it, allowing the ash to travel through the digestive cycle, absorb human energy, reviving the Dao contained within]

[I have only roughly heard some principles]

[These immortal techniques are far more complex in implementation than this]

[Moreover, sleeping with an immortal corpse, or letting the ash travel through one’s digestive system, will sap one’s vitality, reduce one’s lifespan]

[These strange immortal techniques that harm others for self-benefit surely... make me drool]

"Cough cough cough..."

Bai Mo coughed, pulled out a cup pocket, and drank some tea.

He was indeed a bit dazzled by these eerie Ancient Immortals.

...

Iron Brush Palace.

Huge pit, within the freshly dug burial chamber, the disciples had already stood to the side.

Tie Pi Immortal personally got down, pulled out a massive sarcophagus from the dirt!

"Hahaha, good good, we found it!

"The corpse of the Tie Pi Immortal, we found it."

Beside him, the disciples, standing in the dirt, leaning on their shovels, echoed their congratulations to the master.

"Congratulations Master, we’ve found Tie Pi Immortal!"

"Hahaha, Master, is this useful?"

"Master... uh..."

Hoo...

The cold wind blew.

Chilled the disciples’ sweat-soaked hair.

They suddenly realized, what had they just heard? What’s been said?

Must be mistaken, right?

Tie Pi Immortal, has dug out Tie Pi Immortal’s corpse?

Only to see the still-living Tie Pi Immortal turn to look at his disciples and laugh heartily.

"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.

"This living Tie Pi Immortal is the original owner of the Iron Brush Palace.

"As a master, later I took his Iron Brush Palace, enjoyed his lifelong accumulation of resources, and conveniently took his title of ’Tie Pi Immortal’ as well.

"Don’t be afraid, this is not a supernatural event."

The disciples laughed along, unsure what to say.

Even if it’s just as Master said... this story of taking over a nest is pretty eerie.

Then Tie Pi Immortal raised his hand, "boom," a slap shattered "Tie Pi Immortal’s" coffin lid.

"Old pal, back then used your Pill Palace, used your face, used your wife, lived quite comfortably!

"Today, help the brother one last time, loan me your corpse.

"Brother, I’m truly grateful!"

...

[The most annoying thing in the world is knowing there’s good stuff there, but not knowing how to use it]

[The even more annoying thing is someone else knows how to use it, but doesn’t tell you!]

[Damn, I absolutely hate these grave-robbing bastards]

[Hate them to the point my teeth itch]

[As my teeth itch, ah, inspiration strikes!]

[This formula will be the masterpiece of my life, used in the mausoleums of Snow Deer Holy Land, used on the carcasses of Holy Land elders, can make the corpses stronger than Drought Fiends! It will surely bring true surprises to those sneaky grave-robbing rats!]