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The next day, around the ugly hour, Lu Chengyun came to the Ten Thousand Corpse Altar scattered with coffins to draw arrays again.

Mòhuà then hid behind the altar, secretly watching him.

Lu Chengyun, as before, opened the coffin, took out the pen, poured out the blood ink, dipped the blood to draw the array, but just after putting the pen down, he frowned.

He stared at the array for a long time, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter, finally muttering:

“Not right…”

“Not right…”

“This array… has a problem…”

Mòhuà’s heart slightly startled.

He actually discovered it.

Lu Chengyun was still in doubt and confusion:

“Who modified my array?”

“Who has the ability to modify the array I drew?”

“And who, under my eyes, can infiltrate the Corpse Mine, sneak into the altar, open the bronze coffin, and modify the first-grade twelve-pattern Spirit Pivot Evil Array that I drew?”

Lu Chengyun’s gaze was shocked and uncertain with suspicion.

Suddenly, he was taken aback:

“Perhaps there’s someone inside this altar?”

He quickly released his divine sense, sweeping in all directions.

Mòhuà shrunk his small head, honestly concealing his aura.

Lu Chengyun’s divine sense swept over the array, swept over the coffins, swept over the altar, and then swept over his own body, but found nothing.

Lu Chengyun swept back and forth several times, finally feeling relieved.

“Perhaps I’m overly suspicious…”

Lu Chengyun frowned and murmured.

This kind of thing was somewhat unbelievable…

If someone could truly do it, then that person’s cultivation must be extremely profound, and their means immeasurable.

If such a senior cultivator wanted to deal with him, there would be no need for such sneaky little tricks; they would directly strike, and he would be completely unable to resist…

“Array… Mòhuà?”

Lu Chengyun suddenly thought of Mòhuà.

Among the entire Corpse Mine, only Mòhuà’s strength in arrays was second to his.

Perhaps it was Mòhuà who modified his Spirit Pivot Evil Array?

“No, he doesn’t have that strength.”

Lu Chengyun said decisively.

The first-grade twelve-pattern Spirit Pivot Array requires a twelve-pattern Foundation Building divine sense.

Mòhuà, this little cultivator, although his divine sense was strong, was still in the Qi Refining stage. At most, he only had ten patterns, perhaps not even ten patterns.

Divine sense is the foundation of an Array Master.

If his divine sense didn’t reach twelve patterns, and he didn’t use evil path methods or borrow the divine sense of other things, he definitely couldn’t draw the Spirit Pivot Array.

And this little cultivator’s aura was pure and upright, like an uncarved jade, flawless.

He had certainly not cultivated evil arts, nor drawn evil arrays.

Moreover, it was impossible for him to learn the Spirit Pivot Array.

This was a first-grade twelve-pattern absolute array, a transcending-grade array. He had researched it for nearly a hundred years and still needed to borrow evil door methods to lower the threshold to draw the array.

How could this little ghost, who didn’t even have the array diagram, learn it and draw it?

As for the array patterns, he had indeed seen them…

But he had only glanced at the array diagram once, and occasionally, piece by piece, watched him draw the array several times.

If he could learn it like this, wouldn’t that be a fairy tale?

No matter how high his talent was, it wouldn’t be this high…

If he could learn it just by glancing at it a few times like this, then all the arrays he had learned over the years would have been for naught?

Lu Chengyun shook his head.

“It won’t be him…”

If it wasn’t Mòhuà, then there was only one person left…

“Zhāng Quán!”

Lu Chengyun’s gaze gradually sharpened.

He looked at the array on the bronze coffin again, his thoughts slightly moving.

The aura of this array had changed, and the evil qi had faded.

But the array patterns had not changed.

This indicated that it was very likely not that the array had been modified, but that someone had reduced his control over the Corpse King through other means, causing the array’s efficacy to weaken and the evil power to thin…

This was a method of refining corpses!

Among all the corpse cultivators in the entire Corpse Mine, the most proficient in the art of refining corpses was naturally Zhāng Quán.

Even this bronze coffin was originally passed down from the Zhāng family ancestors.

Zhāng Quán understood it more than he did, and it seemed reasonable that he could tamper with it behind his back.

“Zhāng Quán…”

Lu Chengyun’s gaze was slightly cold as he silently recited the name.

He knew that Zhāng Quán had ulterior motives.

Moreover, their ideas on the use of the Corpse King were vastly different.

Zhāng Quán’s vision was not high, his aspirations not grand. Like ordinary corpse cultivators, he only knew how to refine corpses to kill people, kill people to refine corpses, wholeheartedly thinking of establishing a demonic sect and “bringing honor to his ancestors”, unable to see through the essence of this world.

Originally, Lu Chengyun didn’t care.

After all, the Zhāng family’s refining corpse method was still of great use to him.

But, if Zhāng Quán dared to commit a great taboo, dare to covet the Corpse King, and ruin his grand plan, then he couldn’t be blamed…

Lu Chengyun’s smile became sinister.

Mòhuà, behind the altar, listened to Lu Chengyun say that he had “no strength”, and then listened to him recite Zhāng Quán’s name, also revealing a small fox-like smile.

But Lu Chengyun was obviously still not at ease…

The next day, he invited Mòhuà to debug the array eye of the Ten Thousand Corpse Array, and at the same time, he opened the bronze coffin and began to draw the array.

Mòhuà, as usual, secretly glanced towards the bronze coffin.

His gaze was full of curiosity and incomprehension.

There were no other abnormalities.

Lu Chengyun frowned, then asked: “Little mister, what do you think of this array?”

Mòhuà nodded: “Very profound!”

“Can you understand it?”

Mòhuà hesitated: “I can understand… a little.”

Saying this, he was obviously a little guilty.

Perhaps he didn’t understand anything, but wanted to save face, so he pretended to understand a little.

Lu Chengyun thought to himself.

Afterwards, Mòhuà seemed to think of something and said with a face of innocence:

“Right, Head Lu, you said you would teach me this array after the array eye is drawn. Can you teach me now?”

Mòhuà looked at Lu Chengyun, his gaze clear.

Lu Chengyun’s expression was slightly startled.

Mòhuà’s gaze was too pure…

So pure that just suspecting him would cause guilt in his heart.

“This silly child, does he actually think I will teach him the array?”

Lu Chengyun sighed inwardly, then said gently:

“You still can’t learn it now. We’ll talk about it when your divine sense is stronger…”

“Oh.”

Mòhuà was a little disappointed, and left dejectedly, but occasionally still looked over, his gaze reluctant to part.

Seeing this, Lu Chengyun’s doubts were completely gone, and he said firmly in his heart:

“It must be Zhāng Quán!”

The person who tampered with the bronze coffin must be Zhāng Quán!

Mòhuà, this little cultivator, although a little clever, his gaze was clear, his scheming not deep, and he couldn’t play too many tricks.

The only person who could play tricks under his eyes was Zhāng Quán!

Lu Chengyun’s gaze was stern, and he didn’t know what he was pondering in his heart.

In a place he didn’t notice, Mòhuà’s back was turned to him, his figure somewhat lost, but his small face was secretly smiling…

In the following days, Lu Chengyun appeared calm, but the look in his eyes towards Zhāng Quán faintly revealed a cold light.

Zhāng Quán had a guilty conscience and didn’t notice.

But all of this was seen in the eyes of the seemingly pure Mòhuà.

One late night, around the Tiger hour.

In the desolate Ten Thousand Corpse Altar.

The mural rippled open, revealing a door, and Zhāng Quán tiptoed in.

He looked around, confirming that there was no one in the altar, then opened the bronze coffin, cut his hand with a knife, fed the corpse with blood, walked backward step by step, recited incantations, and shook the bell to summon the corpse…

He had been performing this set of incantation-controlled corpse methods for several days.

And the heartbeat sound of the Corpse King in the bronze coffin was also more surging and powerful, containing a prestige that made the group of corpses fear and submit.

After performing the ritual, Zhāng Quán’s face was pale, and cold sweat began to seep from his forehead.

The more he performed this set of techniques, the more blood was needed, and the more strenuous the refinement became.

But if he could control the Corpse King, everything would be worth it.

Zhāng Quán closed the coffin lid, let out a cold laugh, and left the altar…

The gloomy altar returned to deathly silence.

A moment later, a figure slowly walked out from behind the altar, dressed in magnificent brocade clothes, his face gloomy.

It was precisely Lu Chengyun.

He looked at the mural, then walked to the front of the bronze coffin, unlocked the coffin seal, and looked at the array on the bronze coffin.

The efficacy of the array had indeed faded further.

At the same time, the zombie’s heartbeat was a little stronger.

Lu Chengyun’s gaze was icy cold. He silently took out a bone pen, dipped it in human blood, and reinforced the array again, suppressing the efficacy of the Corpse Bell.

After drawing, he re-sealed the coffin.

Lu Chengyun also let out a cold laugh and left the altar.

The altar returned to deathly silence again.

After Lu Chengyun left, less than a quarter of an hour later, a small head probed out above the altar.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Mòhuà was that small oriole.

When Lu Chengyun was hiding behind the altar, watching Zhāng Quán, he was hiding on the stone beam above Lu Chengyun’s head, watching the two of them.

Now both Zhāng Quán and Lu Chengyun had left.

Mòhuà’s gaze brightened slightly. He lightly jumped down from the altar, then came to the front of the bronze coffin, used his self-made coffin nail to unlock the array, opened the bronze coffin, and called out the small zombie again, letting him push open the coffin lid.

Below the coffin lid was the coffin.

Above the coffin was the array that Lu Chengyun had just reinforced.

Mòhuà then took out his pen and ink, and continued to draw his own array over Lu Chengyun’s Spirit Pivot Evil Array…

Zhāng Quán refined the corpse.

Lu Chengyun drew the array.

Mòhuà drew the array over the other arrays.

This scene was performed in turns in this altar.

Until more than half a month later, when the Corpse King was about to be successfully refined and appear in the world…

And having received Mòhuà’s transmission, in the past half month, the undercurrents in Southern Yue City had surged, and there was also the apprehension and solemnity of an impending storm…

Within the borders of the Small Wasteland State.

What seemed like a clear sky and daylight, in an instant, was about to face a violent storm.

(End of this chapter)