Anything related to Formation, he could see through at a glance;
as for the Corpse Mine, it was during his concealment, eavesdropped secretly;
and regarding Corpse Refinement, some knowledge was gained from books on corpse refinement, while others, were summarized through combat with the Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family, along with the successive Elders...
The more Yang Jishan listened, the more shocked he became.
He almost suspected that Mo Hua had built the Corpse Mine himself, that the Formations were drawn by him, that he had recruited these corpse cultivators, and that these zombies were refined by him and under his control...
Even Mo Hua himself was like a little Demon Head of Corpse Path...
Otherwise how could he be so familiar?
Of course, Yang Jishan was just pondering, he knew it was impossible.
"Probably figured it out while in the Corpse Mine..."
Yang Jishan marveled inwardly.
Now he finally understood why his fifth brother Yang Jiyong held this little brother in such high esteem.
Proficient in Formations, brave and resourceful, with a pure Taoist Heart.
And he could gather such detailed intelligence without anyone knowing…
Wasn't that precisely the talent that the Taoist Soldiers Court needed most?
Yang Jishan looked at Mo Hua with eyes full of vitality, wishing he could snatch Mo Hua back to the Yang Family...
...
On the other hand, Lu Chengyun's face was overcast with clouds.
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He had never imagined that the situation would take such a sharp downturn in just a few days.
It seemed as if all his secrets had been laid bare.
The layout of the Stone Palace, the arrangement of Corpse Soldiers, the operation of the Formations...
The enemy was also seizing flaws, nibbling away at him bit by bit.
Lu Chengyun felt the pressure, even a trace of suffocation.
It was as if the net he had woven early on was gradually tightening, becoming tighter and tighter. Once it closed completely and trapped him, he would end up on the chopping block, left to be slaughtered at will.
"The Corpse Mine can't last much longer..."
To persist would be pointless.
He who hesitates is lost.
Lu Chengyun harbored thoughts of retreat:
"Need to find a way to slip away unnoticed and look for another way out."
"As long as I escape, there's still a chance."
"To flee, change my name, and then find a new Clan or Sect to rely on..."
"Although I'm not young, this face shows no signs of aging, still looks gentle and refined..."
"With my abilities, if I can marry into one family, I can do it a second time."
"Worst comes to worst, I'll marry someone older..."
"With so many foolish women in this world who judge by appearances, I can surely deceive another."
"If the Corpse soldiers are reduced, I can refine more."
"If the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses is gone, I can rebuild it."
"As long as the Corpse King is still under my command, I can always make a comeback with a new identity!"
Lu Chengyun's expression darkened, his eyes gleamed with a cold light.
After that, the offensive by the Corpse troops intensified.
They pushed back desperately, seemingly determined to go down together.
Yang Jishan furrowed his brows and said, "Lu Chengyun, is he fighting to the death?"
Mo Hua, however, shook his head, "No, he's trying to escape."
He understood Lu Chengyun well.
Such a self-serving person would definitely prioritize his own life; how could he choose to die with the Corpse Mine?
The Minor Hidden Spirit Sect of the past, the Lu Family now, he never took them to heart.
Even if the Lu Family were annihilated and the Corpse Mine destroyed, Lu Chengyun would still slip away unnoticed and find another power to leech onto.
And sure enough, a few days later during a chaotic battle,
Mo Hua suddenly sensed a familiar presence among the corpse cultivators.
The presence was very subtle, but it didn't escape the peak Divine Sense of Mo Hua's Thirteen Stripes.