Chapter 12: Harvesting the Corpse‑Dissolution Court?
“Don’t think like that, you’ve already done great!”
Jiang Yan’s face flushed; he didn’t expect his reaction to be so obvious, and he hurriedly comforted it.
The Spell Spirit deep within his soul swayed with delight when praised.
Beside it, the Vajravārāhī Seal transmitted feelings of envy—it, too, wanted his appreciation.
Although heir skills only had hazy emotions, lacking full consciousness, they instinctively craved the attention of the Dark God Embryo’s master, namely Jiang Yan.
Like children vying for affection.
“Hmph! Childish!”
The Spirit of the Burial Coffin snorted disdainfully—such brats, immature compared to itself, and feeling a twinge of bitterness in its heart.
As the eldest child, it ought to know better.
“You did well today, too.”
Yet the next moment, Jiang Yan’s voice sounded as he patted its head—or rather, the coffin lid.
Coffin Grandpa’s eyes welled with tears of emotion; he vowed inwardly to craft the most perfect resting chamber in his belly.
After showing equal care to all his “heirs,” he turned to the remaining information, curiosity stirring…
Isn’t the Corpse‑Dissolution Court Buddhist?
Their Vajravārāhī Cavalry, Commander Lu’s troops, and so on, all possessed Buddhist lineage.
Why could their refined transcendent corpse‑oil also enhance the grade of Buddhist implements?
Is it a complementary origin from the same root?
Or did the lord of the Court deliberately treat its subjects like cattle, fattening them before harvesting?
Many questions flashed through Jiang Yan’s mind, but with too little information and no one to answer, he had to let it go.
At least he understood the direction for enhancing the Sanskrit Sword Buddha Arm.
Then, through the Spell Spirit, he began receiving safe cultivation methods.
Such high‑level cultivation techniques aren’t like those in martial‑arts novels—secret manuals casually handed to protagonists by villains, easy to pick up.
Even if obtained, one must reference Sanskrit sources, compare meanings, endure hardships to learn them; beginner’s entry…
Was even more difficult!
Of course, the Burning Lamp Fire Hell visualization contained Tao resonance, so one could learn it by touching its consciousness.
But the cost…
Could very well be the soul ascending into the “Buddha Realms”!
Jiang Yan was starting at the entry level, with a Spell Spirit explaining every detail, cross‑validating, beginning to refine his soul.
At one o’clock in the morning, in the Golden Brick Grand Hotel.
Most guests were already asleep.
Front‑desk clerk Chen Yu lay in a small staff room on the first floor. In this tourist city, late at night registration was rarely open, so there was no need to stay at the desk.
Even if someone came, a shout would alert her.
After all, it was her family’s hotel—slacking a bit was perfectly normal!
She lit a small lamp, chatted on a voice call with her best friend while looking in the mirror, discussing everything from bubble‑tea shop hopping to beauty tutorials, and then gossip and rumors.
Mentioning rumors, her friend’s voice turned furtive—the cause being that their family ran a rural bed‑and‑breakfast, and today at lunch a table of security bureau officers from Jiangnan Province happened to be there.
While serving dishes, her friend overheard them talking about guests disappearing from hotels in several small towns around Pan’an County—and all were handsome young men.
The disappearances were discovered when guests failed to check out and couldn’t be reached. Opening the room, they were gone, but luggage remained—and no one returned after days.
Hotels, fearing trouble, promptly reported to the police.
Soon the security bureau arrived to investigate; hallway cameras at key spots had been damaged, though the elevator cameras were intact—but none captured the missing guests.
They seemed to vanish into thin air.
The only clues found were bloodstains, bodily fluids on the bedsheets, and a few white fibers.
They had been sent to the forensic lab; results were pending.
Preliminary analysis suggested it was mammalian hair.
The entire case felt like a terrifying urban legend.
However, the security officers suspected that a poaching gang had internal conflicts and used this method to divert attention.
At this point, her best friend grew uneasy, knowing Chen Yu’s family ran a hotel, and warned her to be careful.
“Come on, don’t talk about scary stuff this late at night.” Chen Yu felt a chill down her spine after hearing it, as if something was watching her.
But when she turned around, all she saw was a snow-white wall.
Was it an illusion? It looked whiter than usual.
Under the desk lamp’s glow, Chen Yu confirmed there was nothing behind her.
“Scaring myself…”
She muttered and turned back, but her friend’s mention that all the missing persons were handsome men reminded her of Jiang Yan, who checked in that afternoon.
He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, even better-looking than the celebrities she used to admire.
For the first time, she understood what it meant to be…
Smitten by looks!
However, when she shared this with her friend, the latter doused her enthusiasm, saying people in the cosplaying community—especially attractive guys—were rare and never lacked girlfriends.
Though a stereotype, she understood—both she and her friend were decent-looking, but a man of that level was out of reach. It was better to face reality and find someone of similar background and values—a compatible man would make for an easier life.
After a long silence, her friend thought Chen Yu was upset and quickly found an excuse to sleep, then hung up.
Chen Yu looked disappointed. She knew her friend meant well, but she still felt unwilling.
Looking at her bare face in the mirror, she saw an oval face, fair skin, decent features. Slightly chubby, but she still had admirers. She was the delicate and sweet type.
But there was still a gap between her and real beauties—let alone someone as stunning as Jiang Yan.
“If only… I were just a bit prettier…”
Looking at her bare face in the folding mirror, the more she stared, the more annoyed she felt.
Jealousy and resentment surged until she couldn’t take it anymore and slammed the mirror down.
“Right, didn’t the internet say you can restore beauty with makeup?”
Muttering, Chen Yu pulled out a makeup kit from the drawer, pursed her lips, and applied lipstick.
After who knew how long, she lifted the mirror and examined herself carefully, nodding in satisfaction.
“I’m so beautiful!”
“He… will like it… he definitely will…”
“I remember the room number was… 401.”
Bang!
She set down the mirror, but it wasn’t placed steadily and fell off the table, shattering into pieces.
Chen Yu didn’t even glance at it and walked straight out.
In the room, the desk lamp emitted a dim light that shone onto the broken mirror shards facing the door.
Creak—the door opened!
In the mirror fragments, the reflection of Chen Yu had a graceful figure, now bright and alluring, swaying her hips as she entered the dark hallway.
But the shadow behind her had limbs stretching longer and longer, covered in dense white fur…