Chapter 387: After Attaining Dao in The Morning, One Could Die in The Evening Without Regret

Once again, the same desperate chase played out.

Two breaths later...

Boom!

The ebony sword had just flown from Qin Sang’s forehead when, before the sword array could fully form, it was struck by a heavy punch. The force of the blow sent it hurtling backward, slamming into Qin Sang’s body.

Bang!

A searing pain shot through Qin Sang’s chest. A bitter taste rose in his throat as his body curled up like a shrimp from the impact, crashing hard against the wall.

Fortunately, the ebony sword was made from an astra's material; it was resilient enough to withstand the flying yaksha’s attack without breaking. More importantly, it had absorbed much of the impact, saving Qin Sang from certain death.

Even so, he was in an utterly wretched state. As he fell to the ground and struggled to get up, darkness suddenly engulfed his vision—the flying yaksha had moved with lightning speed, closing in on him once more.

Qin Sang’s spiritual consciousness finally recovered enough to influence the Heavenly Corpse Talisman again. With a furious shout, he unleashed his full control over the talisman embedded in the flying yaksha’s body.

The flying yaksha hesitated ever so slightly!

Qin Sang would not let the opportunity slip by. Still half-lying on the ground, he twisted into an awkward position and slid out of the ice hall as fast as he could.

Fifteen breaths!

As though he had crossed some invisible boundary, the suffocating sense of impending doom vanished, and the flying yaksha was nowhere to be seen.

Finally outside the yaksha's territory, Qin Sang felt as if he had escaped the clutches of death itself. The tension that had gripped his mind for so long finally eased.

Huff... huff...

His breaths came in ragged gasps, his abdomen twisting in pain.

Gritting his teeth, he clutched his dantian and forced himself into a half-seated position.

From entering the ice hall to now, only fifteen breaths had passed. To keep the flying yaksha occupied and prevent it from attacking Wandering Man, Qin Sang had pushed himself to his absolute limit—overdrawing his Qihai twice.

The second time, he had even resorted to the most brutal method of refining medicinal pills, only to find himself utterly depleted once more. The damage to his Qihai was severe.

Yet he had kept count of the time.

Mission accomplished—fifteen breaths, not a second more, not a second less!

The flying yaksha had vanished, and Qin Sang turned his gaze toward the direction where Wandering Man had gone. There was no sign of battle, meaning Wandering Man had succeeded. Qin Sang let out a breath of relief.

A man as seasoned as Wandering Man would not have acted recklessly. Fifteen breaths should have been more than enough time.

Now, Qin Sang turned his attention toward the other side chamber.

His duty to Wandering Man was fulfilled. Now, it was time for his own goal.

Through his soul imprint, Qin Sang sensed that the living corpse had already entered the side chamber and was speeding through a narrow passage. Fortunately, the tunnel was not long—it remained within his perception range. Soon, the end of the passage came into view.

Suddenly, the living corpse stiffened.

The vanished flying yaksha was sitting cross-legged inside the dark chamber.

A moment ago, it had been locked in battle with Qin Sang in the ice hall, yet in the blink of an eye, it had returned to its lair—faster than even the sprinting living corpse. Its evasion technique was unfathomably bizarre.

Qin Sang recalled the strange hesitation it had shown earlier. With his heart set, he commanded the living corpse to step forward.

The flying yaksha stirred at the noise, its neck twisting unnaturally.

Crack... crack...

Its pitch-black pupils, void of emotion, turned to gaze at the intruder.

Qin Sang was on edge, carefully maneuvering the living corpse forward.

One step. Two steps...

The living corpse drew closer, but the flying yaksha remained motionless, watching in eerie silence. Then, to Qin Sang’s astonishment, the creature closed its eyes.

I knew it!

A surge of joy rose in Qin Sang’s heart. He had no idea why the flying yaksha was behaving this way, but for him, this was the best possible outcome.

Not daring to waste time, he commanded the living corpse to move swiftly to the entrance of the dark chamber, carefully scanning for any remains or relics.

The side chamber was small and in complete disarray. Fragments of ice were strewn everywhere, and deep claw marks covered the walls. It was impossible to tell whether a fierce battle had taken place here in the past or if the flying yaksha had gone berserk and carved them itself.

The shattered ice had fused together over time, indicating that this scene had remained undisturbed for countless years.

Standing at the chamber’s entrance, Qin Sang carefully surveyed the area. His heart sank. Apart from the ice, there was nothing.

Unwilling to give up so easily, he hesitated for a moment before commanding the living corpse to step inside.

𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The flying yaksha remained seated on the largest ice chunk in the center of the chamber, utterly still.

The living corpse pressed itself against the icy walls, wary of provoking the flying yaksha. Moving cautiously along the edges, it meticulously examined every corner.

The right side—nothing.

The farthest end—also nothing.

Left...

Suddenly, the living corpse seemed to have discovered something. It stopped moving, its gaze fixed intently on a particular spot in the corner of the ice-covered wall.

The surrounding area was covered in chaotic claw marks, except for this unremarkable corner, where countless densely packed characters had been carved!

The living corpse, or rather, Qin Sang, who was seeing through its eyes, felt a surge of excitement. He knew that this might be the only valuable discovery in this chamber. Immediately, he focused and began reading the inscriptions carefully.

Outside the ice hall, Qin Sang’s true body sat cross-legged, recovering from his injuries after consuming a few healing pills.

As he read further, his expression grew increasingly strange. Then came shock and awe, as if the ice wall recorded something utterly astonishing.

Inside the side chamber...

After finishing the inscriptions, the living corpse slowly turned around, its gaze complex as it stared at the flying yaksha sitting motionless on the ice block.

In that instant, Qin Sang fully understood.

No wonder there were no remains of the Heavenly Corpse Sect cultivator here.

Because this flying yaksha was the cultivator himself!

His name was Wu Shang, a disciple of the Heavenly Corpse Sect!

In life, he had been at the Fake Core Realm.

The inscriptions on the ice wall were left by Wu Shang himself. His name was scrawled at the end, and judging by the increasing messiness of his handwriting, he had been facing an urgent crisis when he wrote it. Qin Sang could barely make out the final signature.

The content was divided into two parts.

The first part included the same knowledge that Qin Sang had obtained from the Heavenly Corpse Token—methods to restrain cultivators and refine them into living corpses.

But there was more—a secret art for elevating a living corpse into a flying yaksha. This was exactly the knowledge Qin Sang had been desperately searching for!

The process of refining a flying yaksha was incredibly difficult. The secret art was exceedingly complex.

Most of the required materials were not impossible to obtain with enough patience. However, two key components made even Qin Sang exclaim at the challenge.

First component was a living corpse refined from a Fake Core Realm cultivator.

The second component was a Golden Core or a demonic core.

Only with both could one hope to elevate a living corpse into a flying yaksha, creating a Golden Core refined corpse.

However, what truly shook Qin Sang was not the secret art but the second part of the inscription.

The second section was mostly Wu Shang’s personal account, describing in detail how he refined himself into a living corpse and then elevated himself into a flying yaksha.

In life, Wu Shang had tried countless methods but had failed to form a Golden Core.

Unwilling to let his path to immortality end there, he thought of the Heavenly Corpse Sect’s secret art. A bold idea struck him.

If a living corpse could undergo metamorphosis and ascend into a flying yaksha, what if he turned himself into a living corpse? Would he also be able to...?

Once the thought took root, he acted on it.

After long years of research and meticulous preparation, he implanted the Heavenly Corpse Talisman into his own soul.

He refined himself into a living corpse.

Then, he fused a demonic core into his body...

At the end of his inscription, he had written a single sentence: "After attaining Dao in the morning, one could die in the evening without regret!"