My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor's Corpse

Chapter 291: Offer Corpses and I’ll Make Your Dreams Come True!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

At the bank of River Lethe, Lin Wudao looked at Feng Changqing through the light screen in the void.

At the same time, Feng Changqing also stared blankly at the void with an incredulous expression.

A mysterious light screen had appeared out of thin air in front of him. Moreover, there was an extremely mysterious figure who emitted a supreme and grand aura on the light screen. He was like God who could not be peeked at or profaned.

Just the other party’s silhouette alone gave him boundless pressure.

Looking at the other party, Feng Changqing felt his soul tremble uncontrollably.

Thump!

In the end, he could not help but kneel while trembling.

“This… Is it the heavens’ emissary?”

Feng Changqing looked terrified.

As a member of the Tianfeng tribe, he had been mercilessly abandoned by this world since birth. Although he had unparalleled talent, he was unable to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Whenever spiritual energy entered his body, it would automatically drain away like flowing water.

Many powerhouses of the Tianfeng tribe had investigated Feng Changqing’s condition, but they concluded that his body was like a net. It was simply impossible for him to retain the spiritual energy.

Therefore, no matter how much he cultivated, it was useless.

In this life, he could only be an ordinary mortal.

For the 20-odd years of his life, Feng Changqing had looked forward to the future, yearned for it, and even worked hard, but the outcome was disappointing. No matter how hard he tried, there was no change.

Originally, he was already in despair. Unexpectedly, he heard a voice from the sky just now and learned of Dongfang Bubai’s existence.

Therefore, with the mentality of giving it a try, he tried to pray to the sky.

Who knew that he actually succeeded in inviting the heavens’ emissary, Dongfang Bubai? This made him both shocked and pleasantly surprised.

“You… Are you the heavens’ emissary?”

After a long time, Feng Changqing gathered his courage and asked carefully.

“Yes. Feng Changqing, you sincerely pray that I can help you solve the problem of your body and embark on the path of cultivation, yes?”

“Yes! I beg Emissary Dongfang to help me! As long as I can cultivate normally, I am willing to pay any price!”

Feng Changqing kowtowed sincerely.

Seeing this, Lin Wudao, who was in the temple, smiled.

The fish had already taken the bait.

“Feng Changqing, I provide a paid service. If you want my help, you must take out something that can tempt me.”

“This, I…”

Hearing this, Feng Changqing fell silent. He was just an ordinary mortal. How could he have a divine item or a supreme treasure?

“Emissary Dongfang, I… Is it possible for me to use my lifespan to offset the price?”

“Your life is worthless.”

Huh…

As soon as these words came out, Feng Changqing clenched his fists. The light of hope that had just risen in his heart was instantly extinguished at this moment.

He only had his life now. If even his life was worthless, he had nothing else to offer.

Thinking of this, Feng Changqing’s eyes revealed traces of bitterness. At this point, he no longer had any expectations.

Lin Wudao smiled when he saw the other party’s expression.

“Feng Changqing, although your life isn’t worth much, and you can’t take out a divine item or a supreme treasure that can tempt me, you have something else in your hands that can make me fulfill your wish.”

What? Something else?

Feng Changqing looked around with a blank expression. He had no idea what Lin Wudao was referring to.

“Emissary Dongfang, what are you talking about?”

“Corpses. I like to collect the corpses of the world’s powerhouses. As long as you can provide three corpses of creatures above the Divine Wheel realm, I will fulfill your wish and help you cultivate like a normal person.”

The other party’s ethereal voice came from the void.

What? He wanted corpses?

Hearing this strange request, Feng Changqing could not help but be stunned on the spot.

“Emissary Dongfang, are you sure? Just corpses?”

“Yes. As long as you give me three corpses of creatures above the Divine Wheel realm, I will grant your wish.”

What?

After confirming that he had not heard wrongly, Feng Changqing’s heart rose with unprecedented surprise and excitement.

He had nothing but corpses!

All these years, he had been guarding River Lethe and collecting the corpses that were washed up from the river. On one hand, he wanted to find a chance to cultivate from the corpses. On the other hand, he also wanted to use this method to accumulate merit and pray for himself.

Over the past ten years, he had already collected the corpses of thousands of living beings. Among them, some were in the Divine Wheel realm, but he only had two.

He was still one corpse away from gathering three Divine Wheel realm corpses as Lin Wudao had requested.

Thinking of this, Feng Changqing first looked at River Lethe but then he shook his head.

He was currently just a powerless mortal and River Lethe contained great terror. Even if there were countless corpses of powerhouses inside, it was impossible for him to salvage them.

“Emissary Dongfang, can you give me a few more days?”

“Sure. When you have gathered the corpses of three powerhouses in the Divine Wheel realm and above, just recite my name. As long as the conditions are met, I will grant your wish.”

After saying that, the light screen in the sky shattered and turned into nothingness.

Only Feng Changqing was left standing quietly by River Lethe. He looked at the eerily undulating surface of the river, deep in thought.

“I’m only missing a corpse. What should I do? I can’t go down River Lethe, but other than River Lethe, I can only find corpses above the Divine Wheel realm in the ancestral shrine of the tribe. The ancestors of the tribe are worshipped and buried there. Some of them must have reached the Divine Wheel realm.”

“No, I can’t do that. The ancestral shrine buries the ancestors of the tribe. If I dig up their corpses for my own benefit, it would be a heartless act. What’s the difference between doing this and being a beast? But if I don’t dig up the ancestral shrine, how am I going to gather the corpses of three Divine Wheel realm powerhouses?”

Feng Changqing racked his brains, but he could not get a satisfactory answer.

“Perhaps this is fate.”

After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

After saying that, he picked up the corpses at his feet and prepared to bury them.

Whoosh!

Just as he turned around, a sharp air-piercing sound suddenly sounded. An ancient spiritual boat landed in front of him. On it stood a muscular man holding a spear.

“Big brother?”

Looking at the person who came, Feng Changqing was a little surprised.

It was his elder brother, Feng Yuan.

He was one of the most outstanding prodigies of the Tianfeng tribe and had already cultivated to the mid-stage of the Divine Pedestal realm. He was also his closest kin and the one who had protected him since he was young.

“Big brother, weren’t you leading the tribe’s soldiers to patrol the border? Why have you come to River Lethe?” Feng Changqing asked.

At this moment, he could see traces of grief on Feng Yuan’s face.

“Changqing, come back with me immediately! Something big has happened in the tribe.”

“What happened?”

“Patriarch Qingyun failed to break through to the next realm and has passed away,” Feng Yuan replied sadly.

What was that? Patriarch Qingyun was dead?

Boom!

Hearing this, Feng Changqing’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The Tianfeng tribe’s patriarch was called Feng Qingyun.

He was one of the strongest people in the Tianfeng tribe. His cultivation had already reached the Divine Wheel realm, and he had made countless contributions to the tribe. To think he had now failed to break through to the next realm and died. This was a huge blow to the entire Tianfeng tribe.

Losing a Divine Wheel realm powerhouse would make the survival of the Tianfeng tribe become even more difficult.

“Big brother, this is too sudden. Patriarch Qingyun, he…”

“Don’t say anymore. Hurry up and come back with me to see the patriarch for the last time!”

As he spoke, Feng Yuan left no time for Feng Changqing to refute at all. He simply used a powerful force to sweep the latter onto the spiritual boat and then left River Lethe at the fastest speed..