Chapter 326: Corpse Collecting

Chapter 326: Corpse Collecting

The sounds of battle faded behind him, until he walked in the silent dark, neither sound nor sight to break the monotony. Once, he lifted his hand and pressed it against a handful of worms, and at a point, he broke through into another tunnel and sent its furry resident scurrying in fear, but for the most part, he tunneled quietly along, unmolested. If it wasnt so slow, Id probably tunnel everywhere all the time, Hui thought to himself. Besides, making tunnels for small-me is one thing. Little me is small enough to get away with simply tunneling through the earth. Full-size Hui would have to worry about things like structural integrity and the ceiling bearing loads.

The duck grew as he followed it, until the death qi construct hunched in front of him, too big to fit in his tunnel. He sent it back into his dantian with a gesture, only leaving a small scrap out to lead the way. Barely a dozen steps in, the duck grew too large again, and Hui sent the entire construct back into his dantian this time. Were close.

He turned his tunnel upward and bored toward the surface, twining his way around tree roots. At last, he peeked through the layers of dried leaves up at a dead, rotten forest. In the distance, light flashed and fire raged, but so far away he could see no more than the largest attacks.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Hui checked to ensure hed suppressed his qi and altered his aura, then popped out of the hole and grew back up to normal-size, carefully keeping his life qi expenditure to the minimum as he reformed. From his full height, he surveyed the forest.

Rotten trees sunk toward the forests center. Like ruined teeth, the white carcasses stretched upward, broken and blackened, riddled with holes. Black, tar-like gunk slid down the bark of a few trees, stinking of vinegar. Mushrooms sprouted from the trunks and roots, alongside furry moss and strange, blue-white lichens.

Thick spider webs draped from the stronger trees. The webs completely wrapped some of the trees, reinforcing them externally to provide enough support for the massive web. Human-shaped bundles hung from the webs here and there, dried out and forgotten. In a few places, skeletal remains draped half-out of the webs, dripping finger and toe bones onto the forest below.

Hui lifted a hand and gently touched one of the pale branches. It shattered in his hand, dry and brittle. I hope Han Qin doesnt come this way. This place is a tinder box.

The trees grew more rotten in the near distance, listing toward a center point. Feet crunching over dry leaves, Hui walked over. A part of him wanted to run, to get this over with and put the fight in the distance even further behind him. And yet, the stillness, the decay heavy on the air, the silent, brittle forestall demanded he move slowly in this place of death.

Leaves rotted to dust. The earth gave way beneath his feet, dry and lifeless. He sloped downward, descending into a bowl-shaped depression. The rot energy hung on the air, so thick as to be visible. It swirled around his ankles, a black-brown miasma that grew deeper as he descended, to his knees, then thighs. His body withered where the rot touched. The lotus fought back against the rot energy, but lost, and his legs grew shaky and dry. Hui circulated qi and life qi into them to force himself to keep moving. Ahead, the center of the depression was hidden by rot energy, the rot already so thick that it hurt Hui to breath it. He lifted his sleeve over his mouth and nose, and pressed on.

Unaffected by the solemn silence, Huis ducks all leaped out of his dantian and hopped into the miasma, floating on it like true ducks. Occasionally, they flopped over, butts wiggling in the air, or swam down, chasing thicker streams of the miasma.

Inside his dantian, the life qi songbirds huddled down. They clustered together as if for warmth, their heads pressed against their chest, wings fluffed up.

The rot closed over Huis head. His vision narrowed, as dark and murky as though hed sunk into muddy water. He almost floated on the energy, each step light.

But does it truly mean I have to leave here empty-handed? Is there nothing nothing worthwhile

Hui looked down at the corpse, and his eyes brightened. The rot energy! When I play dead, I can flop over, and even begin the processes of death, but if I lie there for too long, my body will fail to rot, and itll become obvious that Im playing dead. With this rot energy, I can play dead for months, and even rot realistically without permanently harming my body.

Its really true that theres treasure to be found everywhere, as long as one keeps ones eyes open! To think, I was so close and yet failed to see Mount Tai. Ill study this rot qi, and progress my false-death skills to the next level!

Hui sat down in the rot qi and assumed the lotus pose, circulating his qi slowly to examine the rot qi all around him. Carefully, he let the rot qi into his body. As it soaked through his skin, his body rotted and withered away, and yet, he let it come. Once I learn to process this q, then, like death qi, Ill be able to use and store it properly. But until then, just like death qi, itll harm my body. So what I need to do is sit here and absorb the rot qi until I figure out how to properly handle it!

He glanced over his shoulder. This deep in the rot qi, he couldnt see out of it to see the battle, but from the trembling of the earth, he knew it carried on out of his eyeshot. Once they finish, theyll come look for me. But with Han Qins true form locked out of the area, can any of the others peer into this rot qi? Even for Han Qins sixth-realm clone, the dense rot qi should block out his senses unless he physically enters the rot qi the way I did. And who would do that? Besides someone who seeks the true immortal Dao of playing dead, like me!

Ive found the perfect hiding spot! Assuming they see through my invincible death-faking in the first place, of course. Although well, it does get weaker when I do it more than once in front of the same people. But hopefully my ingenuity in playing dead in different ways will protect me from them directly seeing through it. I didnt have the flesh technique last time, after all!

Hui hesitated another moment, then nodded to himself. Hiding here is the best idea. The darkest shade is directly beneath the sun. If I run, they could chase me or trace my aura, even if I disguise it, and besides, Han Qin can lock me down outside of this mysterious area. Sometimes, the best escape technique is to patiently sit still!

Settling in, Hui carefully controlled his breathing. The rot energy flowed around him, circulating in and out as he breathed. As he circulated it, the rots aura replaced his own aura, and the rot qi replaced his qi. His body continued to wilt and wither, rotting away down to the core.

A day passed, then another. His outer body crumped in on itself, completely brown and withered, his insides hollowed out. Only the seed-core remained free of rot. Hui pressed on, frowning. There has to be a way to store it. Somewhere I can put the rot energy... a way to absorb it without it devouring me...

A black duck head dipped out of his souls dantian and snapped up a billfull of rot qi. It swallowed with relish and eyed the rest of the rot qi hungrily.

Hey! Dont eat that! Im training with

Wait. Could it be?