Cheng Xinzhan watched the Vehicle Steward.
His first reaction was nothing more than shock; he didn’t shout or rush forward.
Even that one sign of surprise made half the stone in Cheng’s chest fall away.
After all, that bug had been set loose for far too long.
When it came to raising corpses, Qing Bo’s was a fragmented soul still clinging on; he used the “Xuanming Remnant-Consciousness Corpse-Raising Technique” combined with secret arts of Taiyi Qinghua to rouse the spirit quickly.
Zhong Yuan’s corpse was fresh, so the “Original Primordial Spirit Corpse-Raising” together with the Taoyin Rebirth Secret Art woke him without much time.
Only this little bug—his very first corpse raised—had been formed completely by painstaking use of the “Original Primordial Spirit” method, the right time and place, and Cheng’s patience, bit by bit bringing it to sentience.
The bug had been born in one of the best corpse-raising places in the world—Bright Wisdom Mountain.
Cheng Xinzhan had buried it in the medicinal fields in front of Wuyou Cave.
The furrows of the herb field were arranged like a bagua formation, with five-element mineral jades planted in the soil.
During the raising, he poured who knew how much metal-aspect magic into the bug’s corpse to solidify its metallic root-nature.