Chapter 121: Dissecting Corpses and Training the Mind

The next morning.

Song Wen came to the corpse dissection cave early in the morning.

When he left, he asked for a month's leave from the steward Feng Deng. Now that he came back two days in advance, he also needed to report to Feng Deng.

Feng Deng looked at Song Wen who had disappeared for almost a month and didn't say much. He knew how to keep a low profile better than Yuan Cheng. Apart from arranging the dissection, he almost never said a word to the dissection people.

"Ji Yin, you took a month's leave. According to the rules, you need to make up for the dissection of this month in the next three months."

"Recently, you will be assigned 200 corpses every day. Do you have any objections?"

Feng Deng acted according to the rules, and Song Wen had no objections.

"It's all up to Steward Feng. I have no objections."

Feng Deng nodded, threw four storage bags to Song Wen, and closed his eyes and said no more.

Song Wen came to the No. 73 dissection platform and began to disassemble the corpse slowly.

After nearly six years of dissection, Song Wen went from disgusting resistance at the beginning to adaptation and numbness later.

Now, Song Wen has begun to enjoy the process of dissecting corpses.

Just like, Taoist priests recite Taoist texts every day to cultivate their minds and cultivate their nature. Monks knock on wooden fish every day, recite Buddhist scriptures, purify their thoughts and eliminate karma.

Song Wen can also achieve similar effects when dissecting corpses.

The mind is like still water, calm as waves!

Dissecting corpses can help Song Wen get rid of distracting thoughts, cultivate his body and cultivate his nature, and improve his state of mind.

When dissecting corpses, Song Wen no longer simply pursues speed, but pursues the realm of butchering cattle.

For each corpse, he pursues the integrity of tendons, bones, blood vessels and muscles.

In Song Wen's eyes, those decomposed limbs and internal organs are like paintings in the eyes of painters and poems in the eyes of poets.

They are works of art he has worked hard to create.

It took Song Wen more than four hours to dissect two hundred corpses. When he walked out of the dissecting cave, it was almost evening.

After leaving the dissecting cave, he did not return to the cave, but went to the Transmission Hall on the mountain.

The Corpse King Blood Refining Technique he practiced only had Qi training techniques. Now that he wanted to continue to improve his cultivation, he had to either find the follow-up techniques of the Corpse King Blood Refining Technique or switch to other foundation-building techniques.

Moreover, now that the foundation had been established, he also needed to improve his own techniques and methods and practice some techniques of foundation-building cultivators.

The Corpse Demon Sect's Transmission Hall had three quaint buildings, corresponding to the techniques and secrets practiced by Qi training, foundation building, and Jindan cultivators.

Song Wen did not have the token of the foundation-building elder, so he naturally could not enter the foundation-building transmission building.

He stood hundreds of meters away from the foundation-building transmission building. In front of the transmission building sat a middle-aged woman with a lingering charm. The woman had her eyes closed and sat cross-legged, as if she was meditating and practicing.

This woman was the deacon elder of the foundation-building transmission building.

Unlike the comings and goings of the Qi training transmission building, the outside of the foundation-building transmission building was deserted and rarely visited.

The Corpse Demon Sect has announced that there are more than 230 foundation-building cultivators. When these foundation-building cultivators first build their foundations, they will come to the Transmission Hall once, and then they will rarely come here.

In Song Wen's perception, the middle-aged woman has at least the cultivation level of the middle stage of the foundation-building period. It is obviously impossible to hide from this woman and sneak into the Transmission Hall.

Moreover, Song Wen does not know whether there are other guards in the Transmission Hall secretly.

Ruthless sneaking in is simply tantamount to seeking death.

Holding the elder token, it is the best strategy to enter the Transmission Hall from the front.

The disciple token and elder token of the Corpse Demon Sect are determined by the breath on the token and the breath of the cultivator himself to determine whether they are held by the person.

Song Wen's control of the breath of the flesh can imitate the breath of others.

In other words, as long as he has an elder token, he can smoothly enter the Transmission Hall.

Of course, the elder he imitates cannot be someone familiar to the deacon elder, otherwise, no matter how much Song Wen imitates, his behavior will reveal his feet.

After standing outside the foundation building for a while, Song Wen pretended to sigh and turned to walk towards the Qi training building. He was like a low-level disciple, yearning for foundation building, standing outside the foundation building building and imagining the day when he successfully built his foundation and stepped into the foundation building building.

He was a cultivator of the fifth level of Qi training, and he watched outside the foundation building building for a long time. If he didn't do something to cover up, it would inevitably arouse suspicion from those who were interested.

In the Qi training building, Song Wen randomly picked a secret technique and went down the mountain to the market.

After entering the market, Song Wen went straight to the underground black market.

In the black market, he managed to get some information about the foundation building cultivators of the Corpse Demon Sect.

As soon as he entered the underground black market, Song Wen found some unusual places.

In this black market, among the people coming and going, the number of foundation building cultivators was obviously more than before, and most of these extra foundation building cultivators were casual cultivators.

"Where do so many foundation-building casual cultivators come from?"

"I haven't heard of any major auctions in the market recently, and there are no rumors of secret ruins appearing near the Corpse Demon Sect. What are these casual cultivators gathering here for?"

Song Wen smelled a hint of something unusual from these foundation-building casual cultivators.

But after thinking about it carefully, Song Wen felt that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Anyway, he only wanted to hide in the cave to practice, and steal some blood essence when he opened the corpse to exchange for practice resources. In short, he was very satisfied with the current situation.

If he could get rid of the threat of Shi Shou, it would be even better.

Unless one day, the blood essence stolen from the corpse cave can no longer meet his needs for practice, maybe he will consider leaving.

Song Wen walked straight to the counter in the center of the underground black market hall, and said to an old man at the counter.

"I want the information of the cultivators who have advanced to the foundation-building stage in the Corpse Demon Sect in the past five years. How many spirit stones do I need?"

The old man raised his cloudy eyes, stared at Song Wen, and said in a low and hoarse voice.

"Recently, many people have come to buy the information of the foundation-building cultivators in the Corpse Demon Sect. I didn't expect that you, a kid at the seventh level of Qi training, would also join in the fun."

Song Wen's current appearance is that of a young casual cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training.

"In the past five years, a total of seven people in the Corpse Demon Sect have successfully built their foundations. If you want the information of these seven people, you need 2,000 spirit stones."

Song Wen's expression changed slightly, "So expensive?"

The old man smiled jokingly, "Recently, there are more people buying the information of foundation-building cultivators, so it's naturally expensive. Some things are not something you, a little cultivator of Qi training, can get involved in."

The old man's words seemed to have other meanings.

Song Wen didn't think much about it. He thought that these things had nothing to do with him and didn't want to pay much attention to them.

He took out two thousand spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to the old man.

The old man looked at Song Wen strangely, as if he was a little surprised that a Qi training seventh-level cultivator took out two thousand spirit stones without blinking.

The old man threw a jade slip to Song Wen, then lowered his head and said nothing more.

Song Wen took the jade slip, turned around and walked out of the black market.

He felt that the atmosphere in the black market was a little strange, so it would be better not to come here in the future.