Corpse Recovery Diver

The pit, Tan Wenbin had already dug, and the four corpses had been placed inside, but he wasn't in a hurry to use another jar of poison to destroy all traces, after all, Xu Yijin's body had yet to be collected.

And now, Brother Xiao Yuan was squatting beside Xu Yijin's corpse.

It was obvious that Brother Xiao Yuan intended to touch it.

Li Zhiyuan's hand hovered over Xu Yijin's body.

He was very wealthy, owning all the inheritances from the ancestral estates of the Qin and Liu Families.

But he was also very poor; those things nominally belonged to him, but he couldn't access them now.

The things he could use now, apart from relying on picking up, he had to rely on touching.

The young man didn't feel what he was doing was wrong, just like Xu Yijin who didn't feel anything wrong about killing those four people on the second floor last night.

The killer shall be killed.

She intended to use her team as a shield, a scapegoat, to die for her.

She wasn't wrong, she just picked the wrong easy targets.

Li Zhiyuan fished out a Soft Sword made of ceramic from Xu Yijin's body, but unfortunately, this sword was only suitable for Xu Yijin herself, it was too inconvenient for others to even cut fruit with.

During the battle earlier, Xu Yijin didn't even draw the sword because she knew, using this sword to fight Run Sheng head-on at full power was unrealistic.

A small pouch containing some pills was temporarily indistinguishable in composition, so it was kept for now.

Besides that, there were some bits and pieces, none of which held much value.

Li Zhiyuan was poor, but he had discerning taste and didn't just take anything.

For this, Li Zhiyuan wasn't particularly disappointed; it's rare for a normal person in Jianghu to have treasures all over their body. In a life-and-death struggle, victory or defeat often happens in an instant, leaving no time to pull things out one by one.

She was not Zhao Yi.

Thinking of Zhao Yi, Li Zhiyuan subconsciously pressed his lips together. The "privileged young master" image he presented to Xu Yijin was mimicked after Zhao Yi.

Indeed, art truly draws from life, and it proved very effective.

Li Zhiyuan's gaze fell on the broken painting of a beauty beside him, which was indeed a good thing, serving to absorb and nourish soul bodies, with its greatest value lying in the black shadow it nurtured inside.

If he could completely possess it, he might find a way to control it or even refashion it.

But now, it had been destroyed by the White Crane Child, who at that time had no other method and was busy with killing.

However, there was one thing Li Zhiyuan was very certain about.

No matter what Cultivation Technique you practice, it's impossible to endlessly grow ceramics from within one's body; there must be some special Magic Artifact triggering it.

However, searching her body yielded no results.

Then it should be... inside her body.

Li Zhiyuan pressed his finger against Xu Yijin's forehead, tapping continuously, feeling carefully.

Soon, he captured a trace of a special response.

Li Zhiyuan pulled out the Copper Coin Sword with his other hand and smacked it against Xu Yijin's body.

The Copper Coin Sword was a natural nemesis of all Evil; with one slap, the copper rust trembled, and a red ceramic piece flew out from Xu Yijin's mouth.

Li Zhiyuan reached out and grabbed it. The moment it touched his hand, the thing acted like a living creature, actively burrowing into the flesh and blood of his palm.

The young man tapped his palm with the Copper Coin Sword, prying it out instantly, but his right palm was already bleeding profusely.

Li Zhiyuan nonchalantly shook his bleeding hand. Tan Wenbin, having neutralized the surrounding poison, just returned to witness this scene and immediately took out a bandage to wrap Brother Xiao Yuan's hand.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, what is this..."

"When absorbed into the body, it can transform one's life force and flesh into a substance similar to ceramics."

"So sinister?"

"More sinister than your Ghost Control Skill?"

"Hehe."

Li Zhiyuan suddenly realized something: he had previously thought that having Tan Wenbin practice Ghost Control Skill was somewhat too aggressive, although Tan Wenbin himself was willing, this skill greatly reduces one's lifespan with each use.

But in reality, for most River Walkers, this was the standard state.

They sacrificed their life force, flesh, and lifespan in exchange for the most extreme power in the most extreme way, confronting each wave and receiving compensation from the Merit obtained after each wave.

Not everyone could be like Zhao Yi, being fully equipped with everything they needed by their family's influence before venturing into Jianghu.

For people like Xu Yijin and Xiong Shan, or rather, they were the most common; each wave was a desperate struggle, and any sinister, overdrawing Magic Technique that was effective would be used on themselves without hesitation.

From Xu Yijin's perspective, Li Zhiyuan could fully understand her disdain towards the "privileged young master" team.

Unfortunately, this is Jianghu, where not only excellent Jianghu grassroots would die, but many from the Dragon King family would also perish.

Among those honored by the family altar as Dragon Kings, many had their hands stained with the blood of rival family members during their Jianghu ventures, maybe even most of them.

Uncle Qin was very fortunate to survive and return from a failed Jianghu expedition, especially since the family's numbers were dwindling and couldn't afford more losses.

In the past, grassroots like Xiong Shan could still withdraw; but those from the Dragon King family would rather die than admit defeat by dimming their lamps.

Li Zhiyuan used the Copper Coin Sword to subdue the red ceramic piece. He needed to research this thing well and see if he could create some ceramic puppets to play with.

Being young, unable to practice martial arts, such puppet objects could indeed make up for his greatest shortcoming now, but it depended on the actual results.

Moreover, in real combat, techniques without sufficient strength had no place on the field and couldn't compare to a shovel strike from Run Sheng.

Li Zhiyuan waved his hand, and a ceramic doll emerged from the ground.