"So many bodies couldn’t possibly add up to just these few dozen zombies."
"Elder Yu once told me about the cunning of the rabbit that has three burrows."
"Zhang Quan, doing such Demon Path deeds that the Taoist Court would not tolerate, must have left himself several escape routes."
"So I guess, he definitely has other hiding places, many many coffins, and inside those coffins, many, many zombies..."
Bai Zisheng opened his mouth wide, and then spoke indignantly:
"This Zhang Quan, really deserves to die!"
Mo Hua nodded in agreement.
Then he added, "Actually, there’s another problem."
"The Formation?" Bai Zisheng asked.
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and said, "Zhang Quan, at first glance, doesn’t know about Formations, but the bell he uses for corpse control, the zombies he refined, including these coffins, they are all full of Formations..."
"This shows that there is someone helping him draw Formations!"
"This person must have high accomplishments in Formation principles and might even have comprehended the Ultimate Formation..."
"Such an Ultimate Formation might not be a regular Formation but one of the Evil Formations within the Ultimate Formations..."
Mo Hua had a somewhat grave expression.
"Ultimate Formation..."
Bai Zisheng also felt a chill in his heart, and looking at the zombies lying on the ground, he asked Mo Hua:
"Are the Formations on these walking corpses Ultimate Formations?"
Mo Hua propped up his chin in thought and said:
"Possibly..."
"Possibly?"
"Yes." Mo Hua looked at the zombies on the ground and nodded, "Right now, it’s hard to say, I need to study it first..."
...
In the wasteland on the other side of the mine.
The ground bulged, rocks rolled, and Zhang Quan’s figure surfaced as he gasped for air, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.
He had finally escaped.
He had never thought that in his lifetime, he would be chased by three young cultivators like a dog that had lost its home.
The surroundings were desolate, no other cultivators or Monster Beasts in sight.
Zhang Quan took a moment to catch his breath, a trace of doubt arising in his mind.
Why had he been found?
He had clearly discarded that needle...
Zhang Quan released his Divine Sense to scan his surroundings and suddenly, his gaze grew sharp as he fumbled through his messy hair, pulling out a fine needle after a long search.
Could there be another one?
Zhang Quan took in a sharp breath, panic setting in his heart.
He immediately snapped the fine needle and threw it away, then used Earth Escape again, fleeing to another hillside creek, letting the Iron Corpse stand guard, before he began to feel a little safer.
After that, he changed his clothes, washed the blood stains, bandaged his wounds, and examined himself with his Divine Sense. Finding nothing suspicious on the outside of his body, he finally completely relaxed.
Zhang Quan was somewhat sentimental.
Just a few kids, yet so deep in thought and so covert in action, it was impossible to guard against.
Zhang Quan was troubled.
Then he remembered something and became worried again.
Although he controlled the zombies with the Blood Rope Marked Copper Bell and destroyed most of the Formation, there were still a few walking corpses left behind.
Walking corpses left behind meant traces of the Formation were left behind.
Zhang Quan frowned, remembering that person’s admonition:
"This Formation must not be discovered by anyone. Once discovered, you must either kill the witness or destroy the corpses and the evidence!"
That person’s expression became terrifyingly stern when he said these words.
Zhang Quan pondered for a moment, then chuckled lightly.
He was worrying over nothing.
"A few zombies, a few pieces of incomplete Formation, probably won’t reveal much..."
Learning Formation was difficult.
And this Formation for corpse refinement was even more abstruse, unfathomable, and transcending ordinary Formation principles.
Even a Formation Master would hardly be able to learn it.
That young boy, still in the Qi Refinement stage, understanding it would be strange.
Zhang Quan sneered, unconcerned.
Suddenly a mountain breeze blew, stirring the creek water, with the sunlight reflecting in the water shining brightly.
The clear and profound gaze of Mo Hua flashed through Zhang Quan’s mind.
Zhang Quan’s heart skipped a beat, and he muttered to himself:
"He should... not understand it, right..."