During this period, Qin Sang repeatedly requested to exchange medicinal herbs with those sold for refining corpses. Anyone with insight could guess that the master of the corpse might have suffered backlash and was therefore so eager to exchange them, even at the cost of their entire fortune.

<<<<>Corpse Dao cultivators, being backlashed by the corpses they cultivate, is a common occurrence. It's perfectly reasonable.

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That's why no one would suspect Qin Sang's true intentions.

A single Firethorn herb might not be as valuable as a Corpse Refinement crafted from a late Foundation Establishment cultivator's body, but in the cultivation world, transactions are driven by individual needs. Equal exchanges are rare.

Wen Yijie was clearly taking advantage of the situation, holding up a sprig of firethorn grass with a confident expression and a smile on his face as he looked at Qin Sang.

Qin Sang already had the intention to sell, even without the fire thorn grass, Wen Jianjie was a very suitable target for him.

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He suppressed the fake anger, stood there, clenched his fists, and lowered his head slightly. It was obvious that he was moved, but he was reluctant to part with his precious treasure and was hesitating.

Wen Yanjie saw this and smiled faintly, persuading with good words: "Fellow Daoist, you can raise so many refining corpses, you are definitely not an ordinary person. A corpse is just an external object. Compared to your own great way, how much weight does a single corpse have? You must be very clear about it. As the saying goes, a thousand golds spent can be earned back. Fellow Daoist, as long as you solve the hidden danger of backlash, what kind of corpse can't be refined? This firethorn grass is not something that can be easily obtained, especially your current situation..."

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“Hmph! Easy for you to say, do you really think it's so easy to refine a corpse? You know how much effort the old man has put in, if it wasn't for a momentary lapse in concentration, the old man…”

Qin Sang gritted his teeth, looked up at Wen Yanjie, and waved his hand to summon the corpse puppet made from Luo Xiao's body. He said coldly, "You're lucky you hit me on my seven-inch point! Give me the Fire Thorn Grass, and this corpse puppet is yours!"

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Wen Yanjie glanced sideways at the corpse, his divine sense carefully sensing it. He saw that it was indeed stronger than the previous one, and his eyes flashed with strange light.

He was far less accomplished in the art of refining corpses than Bao Guanshi, and it would be impossible for him to easily see through the flaws in the Sha Shi Dan Tian.

Of course, unless facing a veteran with extremely rich combat experience, this flaw would have almost no impact.

Even a powerful cultivator like Wen Yijie had to admit that this corpse was an excellent assistant in combat.

Just as Qin Sang reached out to grab the firethorn grass, Wen Yanjie suddenly retracted his arm and said with a playful tone: "Friend Daoist, aren't you misunderstanding something? Wen Mo just said he would exchange your corpse for yours, but didn't say it was only this one. Your previous one was still quite powerful, so Wen Mo reluctantly accepted it as well..."

"Wen, you're trying to take advantage of the situation!"

Qin Sang was furious.

He truly underestimated Wen Yianjie. This man is greed personified; he traded a single Huoshizicao for a sha corpse, already a huge bargain, yet he's still not satisfied! Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

If you agree to his unreasonable demands, this person will definitely become even more demanding. If things get out of control and affect the plan, it is certainly not what Qin Sang wishes.

“Even if I die from the poison today, you won't succeed!” Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Qin Sang would rather not sell it. He decisively withdrew the corpse puppet and rushed out of the door with blazing anger.

Given his posture, if Wen Yijie dared to obstruct him again, it would probably lead to a life-or-death struggle.

When Wen Yansheng saw that Qin Sang didn't seem to be pretending, his expression changed slightly. His eyes flickered, and suddenly he broke into a full smile, his tone softening, "Wen was just joking, Daoist friend, why get so angry... As you said, the fire thorn grass for that corpse."

To show his sincerity, Wen Yanzhe first threw the fire thorn grass to Qin Sang.

“I think Wen Dao You is not joking...”

Qin Sang stopped, her tone stiff as she held the firethorn grass. She flipped it over and over for a long time before summoning the corpse back into existence. She erased the soul imprint and instructed Wen Yanzhe to control the corpse. Then, without looking back, she left.

After an incense stick's worth of time.

At the edge of Qingyangfang Market, there was a property of the Qingyang Demon Sect. Wen Yanzhe didn't know when he left Zhēnbǎolōu and arrived here.

At this moment, the Corpse Puppet was standing before Wen Yanzhe. Wen Yanzhe had his eyes slightly closed, familiarizing himself with the Corpse Puppet's strength. A smile graced his face, clearly indicating his satisfaction with this Corpse Puppet.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded, the door was pushed open, and three people came in. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"Brother Wen, that guy has disappeared."

Three people stood before Wen Yianjie, their voices urgent.

Wen Yijie frowned, "Where did we lose them?"

One of them blushed and said, "The three of us lost track of this person in the marketplace. The men guarding the market exit didn't find anyone suspicious passing through."

Wen Yijie glared at him fiercely, "You lost someone in your own market? You're a bunch of useless idiots!"

Three people looked ashamed, the one on the left whispered in defense, "The three of us scattered and were very careful, it's impossible to have been exposed. This person seems to be even more familiar with Qianyuan Market than we are, going around and around before suddenly disappearing. I suspect someone was waiting for him. Those big guilds all have their own agendas, they can't enter and search without Master Uncle's orders..."

Wen Yanjie listened carefully to the account and hummed, "It seems this person is very cautious, having already stepped on the point and planned his escape route. It's a pity that I had already probed, he should only have one corpse of this level in his hand, and was backlashed by the refining corpse, with corpse poison entering his body. Now he is at his weakest...Forget it, let's net him, and leave him a dog's life." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

In an unobserved corner of the Qingyangfang Market.

Qin Sang appeared silently, coldly watching the people tracking him leave.

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Having seen through Wen Jianjie's true nature, he planted a trap after leaving the Treasure Pavilion and sure enough, discovered someone following him.

These people are very cunning. If he hadn't been careful, it would have been difficult to notice.

Qin Sang was by no means a good person. At other times, if Wen Yanzhe dared to target him, he would definitely give him a lifelong unforgettable lesson.

Still, big matters take precedence. Qin Sang decided to bear it.

Another opportunity arose, and Qin Sang sold the Foundation Establishment stage corpse to a cultivator from the Qingyang Demon Sect. Qin Sang's initial goal was achieved, and now he just needed to wait and see what happened.

From then on, Qin Sang worked at the shop as a blacksmith.

He didn't display too much skill in alchemy. He usually interacted with low-level cultivators at the Qi Refining stage, and those people were the easiest to extract information from, without attracting any attention.

Naturally, what he focused on were those who bought his corpse refinement.

>In a blink of an eye, ten days have passed.

These days, Qin Sang intentionally and unintentionally got closer to the disciples of Qingyang Demon Sect, finally getting two pieces of news.

Whether it was Wen Yanjie or other disciples who bought the Corpse Refining, everything remained normal during this period. They entered and exited the mountain gate with their Corpse Refining as usual.

The Qingyang Demon Sect apparently doesn't mind their disciples controlling corpses, and the elders in their sect haven't stopped them.

Secondly, just a few days ago, they received admonitions from their senior masters to stay close to the sect as much as possible and avoid going too far.

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