The Sword Box Elder did not continue, "You don't refine corpses; even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."
The pale-faced youth looked displeased.
But the man with wolf-like teeth had some realization, "Now that you mention it, could this old crone be a Corpse Cultivator?"
Amongst them, he knew the origins of the Sword Box Elder and the pale-faced youth, but he was not familiar with this old crone.
The Sword Box Elder nodded slightly, "Her son died early. To resurrect her son, she learned Corpse Refinement and turned her own son into a zombie."
"But she refined it wrongly, creating a special kind of Blood Zombie."
"It needed to eat human flesh and drink human blood every day."
"She killed people to feed her son. Eventually, the Taoist Court discovered this, and they executed her Blood Zombie son before her eyes. She completely lost her mind and fell into the darkness of Corpse Cultivation."
"For years, she specially hunts men who have been unfaithful, as well as cultivators from the Taoist Court."
"At the same time, she is also keen on turning children into zombies."
"All the zombies she refined are her children…"
"However…"
The Sword Box Elder's gaze became more focused, "This small zombie might be quite special..."
The old crone also held the small zombie dearly in her arms, as if coaxing her own flesh and bone.
The pale-faced youth clicked his tongue and suddenly made a surprised noise, "It seems like there is a Formation on this small zombie's chest?"
"A Formation?" the man with wolf-like teeth was slightly startled.
The pale-faced youth curiously said, "It's not just any ordinary Formation…"
He called out loudly, "Old crone, let me have a look at that small zombie."
The old crone acted as if she heard nothing.
The pale-faced youth repeated his request.
Still, the old crone remained indifferent.
The pale-faced youth grew angry, "Old hag, ungrateful for the kindness shown…"
He reached out to grab the small zombie from the old crone, but this action seemed to have touched a raw nerve in her.
The old crone's presence abruptly intensified, her features twisting ferociously, her pupils becoming vertical slits. Her withered yellow skin turned a bronze color as she underwent Corpse Transformation into a Copper Corpse.
Her right hand tore through the air, and with an eerie gust, she ripped open the pale-faced youth's arm.
Bright red blood flowed.
A sinister Corpse Poison seeped in.
The pale-faced youth's complexion became even paler, but due to shame and anger, his cheeks bore an eerie crimson hue.