"How could the Yin Corpse Sect possess an Undying Bone Corpse? Yet, without the Undying Bone, how would the Yin Corpse Sect members respect the Fortune and Happiness Venerable so much..."
Xu Qing, filled with questions, attacked the mountain gate of the Yin Corpse Sect.
The matters of the Yin River, all things Yin, Xu Qing feared two types of people the least: one, the yin corpses of the dead; and two, those who manipulated the dead, using walking corpses as their means.
Arriving at the Yin Corpse Sect, it was as if he was a son-in-law returning to his wife's family.
All the disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect, upon seeing him, would bring out their best-crafted walking corpses as a welcome.
Xu Qing strolled leisurely, not needing to lift a finger; just by slightly elevating his own aura, the walking corpses beside the disciples would immediately defect, proclaiming him as king!