Chapter 138 Trembling Coffin

Subsequently, Qin Feng asked Fan Liu some more major questions regarding the sect.

Over the past three years, the primary focus of both the Earth Corpse Sect and the Shu Sword Mountain had been the search for and plundering of mural-producing sites within the Tianhuan Mountain Range. The high-ranking officials of both factions had already reached a secret agreement to divide the ancient battlefield murals discovered in the Tianhuan Mountain Range among themselves. At present, they were organizing manpower to scour for undiscovered murals as quickly as possible.

Naturally, there is no impenetrable wall in this world. After such a long time, not only did the various immortal cultivation sects in the Yunqi Kingdom learn of this matter, but even some major forces in the Eastern Domain were growing restless, eager to come and grab a share of the spoils.

Consequently, during this period, the Earth Corpse Sect had exhausted almost all of its internal manpower to wildly plunder resources.

Shu Sword Mountain was no different. Their objective was to unearth all nine murals in the Tianhuan Mountain Range and plunder the resources before other forces could intervene.

The attention of both sects was concentrated on the Tianhuan Mountain Range. This fortuitously presented Qin Feng with an opportunity to investigate the internal corpse mining district of the Earth Corpse Sect—that mysterious forbidden area.

After their discussion, Fan Liu led Qin Feng to the Corpse Name Hall of the Earth Corpse Sect to complete the registration process. After all, Xing Bing, whom Qin Feng controlled, had advanced from the Mortal Steel Realm to the Human Steel Realm after a period of closed-door cultivation. In the Earth Corpse Sect, a practitioner in the Human Steel Realm could at least be considered a backbone disciple; therefore, after registering at the Corpse Name Hall, he would become eligible for more generous sect resources.

To remain undercover, one had to play the part convincingly.

Following the registration came a long period of waiting—waiting for the elders of the Earth Corpse Sect to have some free time to come and select disciples with decent aptitude. Qin Feng was not particularly worried about this. Unlike Shu Sword Mountain, the Earth Corpse Sect thrived on a brutal competitive environment where forming cliques was encouraged. As long as one survived and successfully advanced to the Human Steel Realm, there was an eighty percent chance an elder would notice and take them under their wing.

Especially Xing Bing, who was considered a rather ruthless figure with a bit of a reputation lately.

Sure enough, not long after Qin Feng's registration, an elder specifically named him and Fan Liu, taking them both as disciples.

This caught Qin Feng by surprise, but upon second thought, he accepted it with relief.

The Earth Corpse Sect was in urgent need of manpower right now.

One could easily guess this simply by looking at the deserted underground spaces within the massive Earth Corpse Sect. Almost every few days, the elders of the Earth Corpse Sect would check to see if any new recruits had advanced, eagerly taking them under their wing and throwing them into the plunder of the Tianhuan Mountain Range.

However, when the notification arrived and Qin Feng saw the name of his master, he froze for a moment.

"Ziji!"

Qin Feng’s eyelids twitched violently.

His expression immediately turned bizarre.

There was no help for it; that name was simply too infamous!

Even though Xing Bing's memories were fragmented, the deepest impression he held was of this dangerously alluring, serpentine female elder.

"How could it be her?"

The reason Ziji was so infamous was due to a particular fetish of hers—a peculiar habit that made Qin Feng break out in goosebumps just thinking about it.

Alas, since the matter was already decided, it could not be changed.

Furthermore, the other elders of the Earth Corpse Sect would no longer choose him as their disciple. Especially not this woman with her peculiar tastes; no one wanted to provoke her.

With a shake of his head, Qin Feng stepped out of his quarters.

His destination, naturally, was to pay respects to his "master"!

If he wanted to obtain the mining rights for the corpse mining district, he had to go through her.

There were very few people on the roads. The massive Earth Corpse Sect had been hollowed out like an underground cavern, with nearly everyone desperately wishing to leave this place and head to the Tianhuan Mountain Range for a share of the benefits. But Qin Feng did not think that way; the major spoils had already been claimed in advance by the higher-ups of both sects. For low-ranking disciples, you had to preserve your own life first before you could hope to reap any rewards.

Of course, one could not entirely rule out the rare occurrence of an explosive stroke of luck—a blind cat running into a dead mouse—where someone stumbled upon hidden inheritances that others struggled to find.

He had already gained immense benefits from the painted murals, and had even accidentally overindulged to the point where it took him a full three years just to digest it. If Qin Feng were to go again, he would have to think twice.

Lying inside the coffin and pondering these matters, Xing Bing arrived outside the immortal cave of Elder Ziji.

Calling this place an underground immortal cave was no exaggeration. An elder enjoyed a remarkably high status within the Earth Corpse Sect; a single person could occupy a vast underground region, and low-ranking disciples were strictly forbidden from living anywhere in the surrounding area. Not only that, but restrictive barriers were erected outside the cave.

Not daring to proceed further, Qin Feng stopped outside the cave and projected an Earth Communication Talisman into it.

This was a formal calling card.

After sending it in, Qin Feng stood in place and waited patiently.

Qin Feng was not certain whether Ziji was inside the cave, but having sent the calling card, he could not simply walk away. If she happened to see the note and immediately summoned him only to find him gone, Qin Feng would likely be fed to the living corpses.

Fortunately, after waiting only a short while, the barrier at the entrance rippled and revealed a passageway just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Qin Feng was quite surprised to find that Elder Ziji was indeed inside the cave.

With a flutter of apprehension in his heart, Qin Feng manipulated Xing Bing to walk inside.

There was no helping it; this serpentine elder possessed a notorious reputation for beauty, paired with those eccentric tastes of hers that were somewhat difficult to stomach.

Entering the gates, Qin Feng walked forward all the way.

Elder Ziji's dwelling, though called an immortal cave, was nothing less than a supersized cavern. It was extremely spacious inside, and both sides of the corridor were lined with rows of oversized stone vats arranged neatly in a single file. Needless to say, they were either filled with soaking corpses or strange, grotesque objects that repelled the viewer at a glance.

Along the path, there were also suspended corpses. Far from looking terrifying, these dead bodies wore expressions of utter enjoyment. More importantly, they all shared a common trait: their lower extremities had been severed completely at the root, and they were hung up with ropes while fresh blood continued to drip down below.

Clearly, these men had died only recently.

However, upon witnessing this scene, Qin Feng felt even more uneasy. It was truly just as rumors in the outside world claimed—this casual female master of his possessed rather heavy tastes.

Passing the corridor, he came upon a relatively large hall. Glancing around, Qin Feng received yet another shock.

The hall was densely packed with coffins—easily numbering in the hundreds.

Every single coffin was unique and distinctive. Right in the center of all the coffins stood a particularly oversized purple coffin, exceptionally conspicuous, which immediately caught Qin Feng's attention.

The coffin lid was not fully closed, and sounds of rapturous pleasure drifted out from within.

Qin Feng frowned.

How could he fail to recognize the sounds of passionate lovemaking? Though there were two voices, only the female voice consisted of human moans, while the male voice sounded like the roars of a beast.

Clearly, the two parties engaged in this intimacy were, more likely than not, a human and a corpse.

"Indeed!"

Elder Ziji's tastes were simply too heavy; Qin Feng even felt a sudden urge to vomit.

Such a severe case of necrophilia was utterly shocking. Yet, unable to move rashly at the moment, he could only stand with his hands tied and wait patiently.

The moaning grew louder and louder.

The amplitude of the purple coffin's vibrations also intensified, and a series of dark veins almost formed on Qin Feng's forehead. In his past life, he had seen car-shaking and bed-shaking, but coffin-shaking was a first—like a young maiden boarding a bridal sedan for the very time!

This was truly an eye-opener!

Standing here was an unprecedented form of torture for a person...

Especially for a normal man like Qin Feng.

The sounds grew increasingly ecstatic, with cries of "mm-ah" echoing ceaselessly. The other coffins within the hall began to vibrate in response. Qin Feng broke out in a cold sweat, wondering if these corpses were going to join in a mass uprising, kick off their coffin lids, and take turns next.

A hundred corpses violating a single person—the spectacle would certainly be grand.

Fortunately, Qin Feng's worries were unwarranted; this was merely resonance.

Amidst waves of rapturous groans, the vibrations of the coffin grew increasingly violent, and the creaking sounds rose and fell like a symphony playing in unison. Finally, with a piercing cry of "ah" from the female voice, everything came to an abrupt halt.

"Finally, climaxed..."

Qin Feng secretly wiped the sweat beading on his forehead.