Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 421: The Studious Barbarian Bone

(TL Note: Merry Christmas / Christmas Eve, I’ve unlocked 3 chapters. Sorry for not unlocking more, I’ve been busy and don’t have the time to check on this / unlock chapters.)

The main city of the Desolate Lands is called Han Shui City, the most important and prosperous city in the Desolate Lands. The Corpse-Driving Sect is located outside Han Shui City, within the Yin Corpse Mountain Range, where the yin energy is strongest, making it the ideal place for nurturing corpses.

All Corpse Drivers revere the Yin Corpse Mountain Range, where the Corpse-Driving Sect is located, as a holy land.

As they stepped into the Corpse-Driving Sect’s territory, despite the sunny weather, neither Lu Yang nor Meng Jingzhou could feel any warmth. Instead, they were met with a bone-chilling cold.

Zhao Po showed a contented expression, clearly enjoying the environment.

Everlasting Fairy wasn’t surprised at all: “It’s not just Corpse Drivers; anyone cultivating yin-aligned techniques would find this place quite comfortable. And it never thunders when it rains here, making it very safe.”

Yin-aligned techniques refer to cultivation methods related to ghosts, souls, corpses, and similar entities. The cultivation techniques practiced by the Nine Nether Sect are also considered yin-aligned techniques.

Cultivators of yin-aligned techniques fear thunder most, as thunder represents extreme yang energy, which counters yin-based cultivators.

In the twenty-four solar terms, there is one term called “Jing Zhe,” which describes the frightening effect thunder has on yin creatures.

Two gatekeeping disciples recognized Zhao Po and hurriedly saluted him.

Each of them had their own Living Corpse standing beside them on guard.

As the second-ranked disciple of the younger generation, Zhao Po was an idol to many of the disciples.

Unlike the first-ranked disciple, Huang Ming, Zhao Po was known for being helpful and had assisted many others, earning him great popularity within the Corpse-Driving Sect.

“Senior Brother Zhao, who are these two?”

“They are fellow Daoists from the Dao Seeking Sect, Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, here to visit our Corpse-Driving Sect.”

The two gatekeeping disciples were shocked. “Dao Seeking Sect, again?!”

“Again?”

“Senior Brother Zhao, you might not know, but while you were away, a Dao Seeking Sect disciple from the Barbarian Tribe came to our sect to learn corpse-driving techniques.”

“Is his name Barbarian Bone?” Lu Yang couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes, that’s the name.”

“Why is Barbarian Bone learning corpse-driving techniques? Isn’t he a Confucian cultivator?” Meng Jingzhou asked, confused.

“Who knows?”

After the gatekeeping disciples notified the sect, one of the sect’s stewards came out to greet the two guests personally.

“Could you inform the Sect Leader that we have come to pay our respects?” Lu Yang requested.

The steward looked troubled. “The Sect Leader is at a critical point in his cultivation. Ever since he accepted Huang Ming as a disciple, he’s been in seclusion and cannot meet with anyone.”

“That’s alright, we can meet with one of your sect’s elders instead,” Lu Yang replied, unconcerned.

After all, they were here to find a solution for Meng Jingzhou’s curse, so it didn’t matter whom they consulted.

“I’ll take you to see my master. He is the Grand Elder,” Zhao Po offered with a smile.

After the sect’s grand competition, Huang Ming had been taken as a disciple by the Sect Leader, while Zhao Po had become the disciple of the Grand Elder. In terms of status, Zhao Po was actually higher than that of the steward.

“We’ll trouble you then, Junior Nephew Zhao.”

“Don’t mention it, Martial Uncle.”

The group of three men, a corpse, and a horse entered the Corpse-Driving Sect smoothly. After they settled the old horse, they set off to find the Grand Elder of the Corpse-Driving Sect.

“What is that amazing smell?” Zhao Po sniffed the air, picking up a scent he’d never encountered before.

“It does smell good, and it’s very familiar,” Meng Jingzhou remarked, also sniffing the air and recognizing the scent of roasting meat.

“It’s definitely Barbarian Bone,” Lu Yang said with a smile.

Only the three of them, along with the higher-ups of the Everlasting Sect and the followers of the Nine Nether Sect, could produce such a smell.

In other words, apart from demonic sects, only the three of them knew how to create such a delicious aroma.

“Let’s go see him.” Meng Jingzhou, temporarily forgetting his curse, followed the enticing smell.

The three of them followed the scent to find Barbarian Bone—or rather, they didn’t need to follow the smell. They just had to go where the crowd was gathered.

The disciples of the Corpse-Driving Sect were gathered around, clearly up to something, and the delightful smell was coming from the center.

“Make way, make way.” The three squeezed to the front of the crowd and saw Barbarian Bone.

Barbarian Bone was sitting cross-legged on the ground, muttering something under his breath.

Two roasted sheep corpses danced over the fire, coating each other with seasoning. The aroma of the roasted meat blended perfectly with the spices, and the heat from the fire released a mouthwatering fragrance.

The two roasted sheep had a delicious golden color, making everyone’s mouths water.

“Divide!” Barbarian Bone shouted, and the two sheep corpses automatically broke apart into small portions, with each person receiving a piece.

The Corpse-Driving Sect disciples had been eagerly waiting for this moment and quickly dug in, showering Barbarian Bone with praise.

“I’ve never had roast lamb this good before. Just look at that skin—crispy and fragrant, and the meat, so juicy with every bite.”

“That’s not all! The roast lamb I’ve had in the past always had uneven heat—some parts were overcooked, while others were half-raw. But look at what Daoist Barbarian Bone has roasted—every bit is infused with flavor, even the bones!”

“Ah, that’s the benefit of being from the Dao Seeking Sect. Why didn’t we think of using corpse-driving techniques for roasting? Look at how amazing the result is.”

“That’s why people like him can get into the Dao Seeking Sect, and we can’t. Their way of thinking is just on a different level.”

“It’s not just the way of thinking. Daoist Barbarian Bone also has incredible talent! Look at us, taking years just to learn corpse-driving, and Barbarian Bone mastered the basics in half a month.”

“His dedication to learning surpasses ours.”

Barbarian Bone humbly replied, “You all flatter me too much. My skills are nothing compared to my two senior brothers. I’m but a minor talent. Especially Senior Brother Lu Yang—if he were to learn corpse-driving techniques and combine it with the Three Flavours True Fire, the flavor of roast lamb could be elevated to an even higher level!”

The crowd could hardly imagine how much more delicious that would taste.

Lu Yang: “…”

Meng Jingzhou: “…”

No wonder Barbarian Bone came to learn corpse-driving techniques—it seems he hasn’t forgotten the conversation we had in the dense forest.

Back when Lu Yang, Meng Jingzhou, Peach Blossom Leaf, and Barbarian Bone were training in the forest, they had hunted many demonic beasts. It was then that Barbarian Bone discovered that roasting entire demonic beasts often resulted in uneven cooking, so he suggested using corpse-driving techniques for more even roasting.

This method even earned high praise from the great backer of the ancient Barbarian Tribe—Everlasting Fairy.

“Barbarian Bone is doing well—he’s not only got sheep corpses roasting on the fire but can even have them automatically break apart.”

The two of them learned from Zhao Po that disassembling a Living Corpse is a combat technique, and it’s very difficult to master.

“Barbarian Bone, long time no see!”

The two greeted him, unable to keep smiles from their faces.

Barbarian Bone, hearing familiar voices, looked up suddenly. When he saw Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, his eyes lit up.

“Brother Lu! Brother Meng! What are you doing here?”

“Old Meng here has done too many bad things and is finally paying for it,” Lu Yang said with a mischievous grin.

“Bad things?” Barbarian Bone was puzzled. In his memory, Brother Lu and Brother Meng were his role models—both were outstanding individuals. How could they have done anything bad?

“Old Meng got cursed, and now he’s particularly unlucky with women.”

Barbarian Bone suddenly understood. Meng Jingzhou must have deliberately invoked a curse as part of his cultivation to fully develop the potential of his Single Bachelor’s Spirit Root, proving his determination in cultivation.

During his time learning corpse-driving techniques, Brother Lu and Brother Meng must have been diligently training, using every second to better themselves.

In comparison, Barbarian Bone felt ashamed. He had barely learned a bit of corpse-driving and was already proud of himself, even though it didn’t benefit his cultivation at all. Compared to Brother Meng, he was wasting his time.

He felt deeply guilty.

(End of the chapter)