Bai Zisheng felt that Mo Hua was just itching to draw Formations for fun.
Mo Hua still seemed unsatisfied.
He checked the Formations again and, finding a few empty spaces, added several more around the corners of the room until it was completely full.
Now it looked comfortable...
Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, then began the "coffin opening and corpse examination".
Bai Zisheng opened the coffin, and the zombies lay there rigidly, motionless.
As Mo Hua didn’t fully understand the nature of zombies, he asked Bai Zixi:
"Junior Sister, these zombies won’t move, will they?"
Bai Zixi explained, "There are many types of zombies. Some are naturally formed from corpses, while others are intentionally refined..."
"With the accumulation of resentment, the convergence of Yin energy, the infusion of Filthy Qi into the body, over the years, they can turn into zombies naturally."
"Those naturally formed zombies are ferocious, greedy for flesh and blood, and they will keep killing, eating people, and even other living creatures."
"The zombies refined by people will be weaker and need cultivators to control them with Evil Artifacts. If uncontrolled, they mostly sleep in their coffins, nurturing Corpse Qi, with only some instinctual minor movements..."
"But if these intentionally refined zombies lose control, they become like naturally formed zombies, drawn to Blood Qi, killing and eating people..."
"Oh, I see." Mo Hua nodded again and again, then pointed to the coffins and asked:
"So these haven’t lost control, right?"
"They have lost control." Bai Zixi said.
Mo Hua was startled, "They have?!"
Bai Zixi nodded, "Yes, they have, but these low-level Walking Corpses are too weak, and they’ve exhausted their Corpse Qi. Even if they’re out of control, they can’t move, unless..."
"Unless you feed them blood?" Mo Hua said.
"Mm, anything with Blood Qi will do."
"And after feeding them?"
Bai Zixi’s gaze flickered slightly, "They will come back to life on their own, ceaselessly seeking flesh and blood to consume..."
Mo Hua frowned, "That’s still quite dangerous..."
Immediately after that, he weakly asked:
"So, if you get bitten by a zombie, will you turn into one?"
"It’s possible."
"Why is it only possible?"
Bai Zixi replied, "Zombies carry corpse poison."
Mo Hua frowned, "Corpse poison?"
Bai Zixi raised her tiny index finger and explained:
"This so-called poison is essentially ’corpse qi’, similar to spiritual energy but innately sinister."
Bai Zixi, looking at Mo Hua, added, "This kind of corpse qi turns into corpse poison, which can taint a cultivator’s blood qi and cause them to turn into a zombie."
"If there’s little corpse poison, or it’s weak, the transformation is only partial."
"Once the corpse poison is too strong or invades the heart meridian, then the cultivator will become a zombie."
Then she cautioned Mo Hua, "You mustn’t get bitten by a zombie. You are frail, and your blood qi is weak, so if you’re poisoned, your injuries will also be more severe."
"Mm-hm."
Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.
Then he began to ponder, thinking he should come up with a way to restrain zombies, so he wouldn’t be caught off guard and panic when faced with danger.
But this was not an urgent matter.
"Then how are zombies artificially refined?" Mo Hua thought for a moment and asked.
"It requires blood meals, filthy substances, some sinister herbs, and also a Corpse Refining Coffin, or what might also be called a Corpse Raising Coffin."
"I don’t know the specifics of how to refine them, as I’ve never done it," Bai Zixi said with a clear voice.
Disciples of the Worldly Family aren’t allowed to engage with the knowledge of evil arts and the Demon Path, to prevent the rise of sinister thoughts and corruption of character.
Only when they grow up and set out to travel or study are they carefully instructed by the elders at home, who inform them of the tactics of evil demons, allowing them to be vigilant and avoid falling into demonic traps, ending up with no place for their corpses.
The Bai Family likely does not teach this knowledge either.
Bai Zixi probably knows about it because she is a diligent student, with a rich knowledge of Tao Cultivation and wide-reaching interests.
Mo Hua looked at Bai Zixi as if she were an elegant and exquisite "Tao Cultivation Encyclopedia," and couldn’t help but admire her, saying:
"Junior Sister, you truly know a lot!"
Bai Zixi’s expression remained indifferent, but a pair of shining eyes revealed a hint of pride.
Bai Zisheng curled his lips, "Sycophant."