He looked again at the Formation on the bronze coffin, his thoughts stirring subtly.
The energy in the Formation had changed, the evil aura had faded.
But the patterns remained unchanged.
This indicated that it was very likely not the Formation that had been altered, but rather someone had used other means to diminish his control over the Corpse King, thereby weakening the Formation's efficacy and diluting the Evil Power …
This was Corpse Refinement technique!
Among all the Corpse cultivators in the Corpse Mine, it was naturally Zhang Quan who was most skilled in Corpse Refinement.
Even this bronze coffin had been handed down from the ancestors of the Zhang Family.
Zhang Quan knew it better than him, and it would make sense for him to fiddle behind Lu's back, appearing to be quite reasonable.
"Zhang Quan …"
Lu Chengyun's gaze turned cold as he silently said the name.
He was aware that Zhang Quan had ulterior motives.
Moreover, the two had very different ideas on how to use the Corpse King.
Zhang Quan had a narrow vision and limited understanding, just like other ordinary Corpse cultivators, only knowing to refine corpses and kill, kill and refine corpses, fixated on establishing a Demon Gate to "bring glory to the ancestors", blind to the true nature of this world.
Originally, Lu Chengyun hadn't bothered about it.
After all, the Corpse Refinement skills of the Zhang Family were still of great use to him.
But if Zhang Quan dared overstep the bounds and covet the Corpse King, messing up his grand scheme, then no one could blame him for the consequences …
Lu Chengyun's smile turned sinister.
Behind the altar, Mo Hua heard Lu Chengyun say he "lacked the strength" and then listened to him speak Zhang Quan's name; a fox-like grin appeared on his face.
But Lu Chengyun was clearly still uneasy …
The next day, he asked Mo Hua to adjust the Formation eye of the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, and at the same time, he opened the bronze coffin and started painting the Formation.
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Mo Hua, as usual, peeked stealthily into the bronze coffin.
His gaze was full of curiosity and confusion.
There was nothing else unusual.
Lu Chengyun frowned, then asked, "Little gentleman, what do you think of this Formation?"
Mo Hua nodded, "It's very profound!"
"Can you understand it?"
Mo Hua mumbled, "I can understand... a bit."
However, when saying this, he clearly seemed somewhat guilty.
He probably didn't understand anything but wanted to save face, so he pretended to know a little.
Lu Chengyun thought to himself.
Then Mo Hua appeared to remember something, innocently saying:
"Right, Lu Family Head, you said that once the Formation eye is painted, you would teach me this Formation. Can you teach me now?"
Mo Hua looked at Lu Chengyun with clear eyes.
Lu Chengyun's expression was slightly startled.
The look in Mo Hua's eyes was too pure...
So pure that even suspecting him made one feel guilty.
"This naive child really believes that I would teach him the Formation?"
Lu Chengyun sighed to himself before saying gently:
"You can't learn it now. Wait until your Divine Sense becomes stronger..."
"Oh."
Mo Hua felt somewhat disappointed and left, but he would occasionally look back, his gaze lingering reluctantly.
Seeing this, Lu Chengyun's suspicions were dispelled, and he firmly thought to himself:
"It must be Zhang Quan!"
The person who tampered with the bronze coffin had to be Zhang Quan!
Mo Hua, this little Cultivator, may be a bit clever, but his gaze is clear, and he's not scheming enough to play too many tricks.
The only person who could pull off such maneuvers under his watch was Zhang Quan!
Lu Chengyun's eyes were sharp, his mind inscrutable.
In a place he was not aware of, Mo Hua had his back to him, his silhouette seemingly disheartened, but the little face was secretly smiling...
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