Chapter 140 Overbearing Kill

Damn it, this perverted woman wants to sleep with me!

At this moment, one can easily imagine the shock rippling through Qin Feng's heart. He was not actually a corpse; if he were really to be bedded by this woman, his disguise would undoubtedly be exposed.

Besides, this Zi Ji had just been making merry with a living corpse. The mere thought of her moving on to him made Qin Feng's hair stand on end. Although Qin Feng appreciated Zi Ji's beauty, he was not so desperate as to consume anything in sight.

With no other choice, he could only control Xing Bing and put on a look of absolute terror, seeing if he could use words to talk her out of it. If this harridan insisted on opening the coffin to inspect the corpse and his identity was exposed, he would have no choice but to fight to the death, hoping to use thunderous methods to catch her off guard and eliminate her.

Although the opponent possessed a cultivation level around the sixth stage of the Earth Realm, Qin Feng had his Triple Yuan Flame Explosion as a trump card. Caught off guard, she might not be entirely unbeatable.

However, that was the outcome he least wished to see.

A single misstep would result in mutual destruction, exposing his identity and sealing a miserable fate.

"Reporting to Master, this disciple's natal corpse is a half-fate ghoul corpse, possessing minor supernatural abilities in regulating the aura of life and death. I must let you laugh at my inadequacy. This corpse is extremely hideous in appearance and lacks anything between its legs. Yet, since Master has given the command, this disciple dares not disobey. How about... I stay behind to keep you company?"

With that, Qin Feng controlled Xing Bing to put on a forced, helpless expression, pulling open the clothing at his chest to reveal a row of coarse black hair. The fleshy cheeks on his face twitched forcefully twice, glistening with oil. Once Xing Bing stripped off his upper garment, his rolls of fat jiggled and swayed with every twist of his body.

He even spat on his palm, rubbed his hands together fiercely, and let out a hearty grunt, looking as though he were rolling up his sleeves to throw himself into battle.

Such a sight made even Qin Feng feel profoundly disgusted.

Clearly, Xing Bing's flabby physique and crude movements truly dealt a heavy blow to Zi Ji.

This was not hard to discern from Zi Ji's gradually turning pale-green pretty face.

With her brows tightly furrowed, Zi Ji covered her mouth with a delicate hand and retched twice, the contents of her stomach almost spewing onto Xing Bing's face.

"You... ugh... I think we'll pass!"

Apparently, this Zi Ji was not the sort of desperate person who would couple with just anyone or any corpse.

Waving her hand at Xing Bing with an expression of utter disgust, Zi Ji slipped back into her purple coffin. Before closing the lid, she tossed him a purple token and impatiently chased Xing Bing out.

Immediately afterward, the coffin lid closed, and the purple coffin resumed its rhythmic shaking.

Evidently, after comparing the two, Zi Ji still found the dead corpse inside the coffin much more handsome and pleasing to the eye than Xing Bing.

Qin Feng wiped his sweat in shame.

Well, isn't this wonderful? He disgusted Zi Ji, and Zi Ji disgusted Xing Bing—ha!

At any rate, he had muddled through this hurdle.

He hurriedly grabbed the token and scurried backward.

Truth be told, that last moment had nearly scared half of Qin Feng's soul away.

It seemed he had still been too careless. In the future, whenever he played the trick of crossing the sea under camouflage, he must first procure a real corpse to serve as a cover, and perhaps see if he could find something like a Spirit-Severing Talisman to muddle through the inspection. Otherwise, encountering a powerhouse above the Earth Realm would make exposure all too easy.

In the future, it would be wise to visit Zi Ji's dwelling as seldom as possible.

If this woman ever lost her mind one day and stopped minding Xing Bing's rolls of fat, it would truly be the end of him. Fortunately, the immediate crisis had passed. Most importantly, Qin Feng had successfully secured the right to excavate the corpse-mining area.

The next step was to claim his assigned corpse-mining district.

The corpse-mining districts of the Earth Corpse Sect were located deep underground within the sect's territory, where a vast expanse of ancient tombs lay buried. To put it nicely, the work there was mining corpse minerals; to put it bluntly, it was grave-robbing and corpse-digging—shady business through and through that involved unearthing the ancestors of others.

The mining district was enormous. Given Qin Feng's current status, it was impossible for him to take over the whole thing; he could only be responsible for the excavation rights of a tiny fraction of it. Therefore, Qin Feng's sole objective was merely to acquire the excavation rights for the specific area mentioned by Red Corpse.

He had already found the exact location from Xing Bing's memories.

Clutching the token given by him by Zi Ji, Qin Feng called upon Fan Liu and a number of subordinates, and the group swaggered mightily toward the administrative office of the corpse-mining district. Qin Feng was no longer alone; he commanded a sizable retinue of lackeys. There was no helping this; within the Earth Corpse Sect, where the law of the jungle reigned supreme, forming cliques and preying on the weak was a common occurrence. The sect rules exercised very little restraint over this, the sole purpose being to nurture one's killing intent and demonic nature. Consequently, only those with strength and a foundation could claim greater resources in such a ferocious and ruthless sect.

To sum it up in a single sentence: if you wanted to stand out and rise higher, you had to be sufficiently ruthless and cruel!

This was the Earth Corpse Sect!

The general manager of the corpse-mining district's administrative office was the Third Elder of the Earth Corpse Sect, but at this moment, he was already at the Tianhuan Mountain Range. He had merely left two disciples of the Human Realm behind to handle daily affairs.

Obviously, everyone's minds had already shifted toward the Tianhuan Mountain Range.

Consequently, the daily operations of the corpse-mining district had grown much more deserted.

As Qin Feng and his large entourage arrived at the administrative office and stepped through the entrance, they happened to cross paths with another group in the midst of handling procedures to claim a mining district. A tall, slender man resembling a bamboo pole caught sight of Qin Feng's faction and, upon recognizing them, immediately sneered at the Xing Bing controlled by Qin Feng.

The other party's expression was malicious, and Qin Feng cast his mind back.

This man was surnamed Gan, given name Dao, and his current cultivation was at the fourth stage of the Human Realm!

Xing Bing's memory of this individual was quite profound, as Gan Dao had robbed Xing Bing on several occasions. As the saying goes, there is always someone stronger: Xing Bing robbed Fan Liu, only to be robbed in turn by the bamboo-pole man, forming a clear food chain where each tier oppressed the one below. The people before him were all murderers who batted not an eyelid, and Gan Dao possessed considerable backing within the Earth Corpse Sect. The souls harvested by his hands far outnumbered Xing Bing's.

The other party had also come to claim a corpse-mining district, and it seemed they had already chosen one and were in the middle of processing the paperwork.

Qin Feng frowned, controlling Xing Bing to step forward, fling Zi Ji's token into the administrative counter, and pick up the ledger of mining district numbers handed over by the clerk to search through it.

The underground tomb complex was vast, having been excavated for thousands of years without ever being fully depleted, which showed just how colossal the corpse-mining district truly was. The entire area was artificially divided into tens of thousands of sub-districts, compiled into a thick ledger, though fortunately they were categorized and numbered systematically.

Relying on Xing Bing's memories, Qin Feng quickly locked his target onto Mining District Geng-444.

Geng-444!

What an unlucky-sounding number!

Qin Feng paused for a moment, then picked up a brush, drew a circle encompassing four or five mining districts before and after it, and tossed the ledger back to the bearded middle-aged clerk. The latter caught it, paused briefly, and then wore a playful expression.

It was a sinister smile, eager to watch a good show.

"Junior Brother Xing, the ten sub-districts you have chosen have already been selected a step ahead by Junior Brother Gan beside you. However, he hasn't finished processing his paperwork yet. In the end, only one person can claim this mining district. You two had better discuss it amongst yourselves..." The clerk clearly harbor malicious intentions, purposely stoking the flames as he spoke.

Qin Feng sneered coldly.

In the Earth Corpse Sect, what one fought for was ruthlessness and survival!

Killing someone was a straightforward affair; if you wanted what you needed, you had to display your strength.

As for the corpse-mining district, Qin Feng was determined to secure it. Even if the other party had already led men away with it, Qin Feng would hunt them down and take it back. Within the Earth Corpse Sect, this was the rule! As long as your strength was formidable enough and you remained alive, you could do whatever you pleased.

This was the difference between the Demonic Path and the Righteous Path.

Gan Dao, standing to the side, let out a mocking chuckle and derided with utmost disdain, "Xing Bing, what? You actually think you can fight me for it? Tired of living, are you?"

Threats mixed with verbal abuse made it clear he held Xing Bing in zero regard.

The crowd following Gan Dao also burst into laughter, clearly betting against Xing Bing. Their boss had frequently bullied this fat man in the past, something many of them had witnessed with their own eyes.

What they did not know, however, was that the person they were truly facing now was Qin Feng.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xing Bing suddenly burst into laughter.

The layers of fat on his broad face trembled as Xing Bing turned his head, fixing his gaze like a cold blade upon the bamboo-pole man. "Gan Dao, listen to me well: today, not only am I going to snatch your mining district, but I'm also going to take your life!"

"Little bastard, based on what?"

Gan Dao's expression turned somewhat ugly. To be threatened by an Xing Bing whom he had always looked down upon, in the presence of so many witnesses, was the ultimate humiliation for him.

Within the Earth Corpse Sect, though his strength was merely average, he could walk unhindered; even Human Realm powerhouses with higher cultivation than his would give him a wide berth. How could he be cursed today by a mere Xing Bing? He had kept Xing Bing around previously simply to treat him like a raised pig, squeezing out his value from time to time. Who would have thought a wild boar would one day fly up a tree?

Gan Dao's gaze turned chillingly cold, clearly harboring killing intent toward Xing Bing.

The followers behind him also began to holler—

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

Seeing the other party act so rampant, Qin Feng was somewhat surprised.

Searching through Xing Bing's mind, he indeed found some information regarding this Gan Dao. This fellow acted with complete unconcern because he had an elder brother with super-formidable strength backing him up.

His brother was actually a super powerhouse on the "Human Butcher Rankings."

Qin Feng did not know what the "Human Butcher Rankings" were, but they sounded formidable enough. Yet so what? Since he had decided to take Mining District Geng-444, he had to deal a ruthless, fatal blow.

"That's right, go to hell!"

While speaking, Qin Feng had already controlled Xing Bing to move.

A sudden, violent explosion!

His right arm instantly transformed into demonic corpse scales, smashing a heavy fist deep into the ground. The next moment, a massive corpse-scale demonic claw emerged behind Gan Dao, directly snatching him into its grasp.

"Crack!"

A sound of fracturing bones rang out, and Gan Dao let out a series of roars from within the giant claw.

Xing Bing narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, countless black bone blades pierced outward from the demonic claw. The corpse-phosphor demonic claw did not release its grip, allowing the bone blades to lacerate the flesh of the claw; once the blades passed through, the giant claw automatically healed itself.

Suffering such suppression, the opponent was naturally unwilling to submit.

Immediately following this, with a deafening "boom," through the gaps between the giant claw's fingers, a flurry of shattered bones burst outward. They reassembled in mid-air into a beast-bone black saber resembling a bone demon, its blade flashing with black lightning and radiating fierce astral force. It slashed down directly upon the corpse-scale claw, tracing a massive black arc that forcefully severed the giant claw clean off Xing Bing's right arm.

Yet, even after being severed, the giant claw did not vanish.

Qin Feng sneered. How could the divine ability of the corpse-scale claw be so easily broken?

With a thought, a raging green fire instantly ignited across the corpse claw. With his regenerative abilities, Qin Feng had no fear of the opponent's bone blades. This ball of green fire was simply inspired by the demonic abilities of the demon trapped within the mural's grotto; once the corpse-scale claw had been cultivated to the Human Realm, he utilized Xing Bing's undying corpse-body and natal corpse-qi to transform qi into fire—a divine ability known as:

Nether-Phosphor Flame!

To put it bluntly, this fire was merely a form of corpse-fire, far inferior in power to the various flames Qin Feng had collected. However, using it to deal with ordinary cultivators was more than sufficient.

Once the flame appeared, Qin Feng controlled Xing Bing to squeeze with fierce force.

A scream of "Ah!" rang out from the palm of the hand. Gan Dao, trapped within the palm, was instantly incinerated into a pile of charred ash by the flames. The bone saber that had swooped down from the air also burst apart with a "boom," scattering broken bones all over the ground.

Subsequently, the giant claw flew back toward Xing Bing, reverting midway into a human hand that reattached itself to Xing Bing's severed right arm, slowly healing over.

"Overestimating your capabilities. Hmph!"

Xing Bing's fleshy face was filled with soaring killing intent, his eyes bloodred, fierce, and bloodthirsty.

All of this happened in the flash of a flint, amidst shifting offense and defense—a matter of blinking a few times, and Gan Dao had already been exterminated.

The people behind Qin Feng erupted in cheers, while the men Gan Dao had brought were left completely dumbfounded. Even the two clerks handling the corpse-mining registrations were staring in blank dismay.

This Xing Bing was truly a ruthless man!

When he said he would kill, he killed instantly!

He showed not a shred of regard for the fact that Gan Dao had a demonic older brother.

As for the middle-aged clerk who had previously provoked the fight with his words, his throat bobbed with a "gulp," and he hurriedly inscribed the two large characters "Xing Bing" onto the paperwork for Corpse-Mining District Geng-444.

Such a person was not to be trifled with...

On the ground, the deceased Gan Dao was left reduced to nothing more than a head and the remains of a torso.

The shattered bones that had burst outward and reassembled into a saber in mid-air were the bones of his four limbs.

Gan Dao's limbs were exceptionally long, containing an abundance of bones, and his ultimate killing move was utilizing his own skeleton. This was his signature divine ability; because his natal corpse was a shattered-bone demon corpse, his innate ability allowed him to freely assemble and disassemble his skeletal structure, utilizing his bones for combat. When facing enemies, releasing his skeleton unexpectedly made it very easy for opponents to fall into his trap.

Gan Dao was dead; the rest were nothing more than small fries.

Qin Feng sneered, turning back to gesture at Fan Liu. "Kill them all!"

"Understood!"

With those words, shrill screams rose and fell within the cavern.

The only survivors, the two clerks, sat there trembling, cold sweat streaming down their backs...