CHAPTER 357: CHAPTER 103 HUMAN-HEADED NASCENT SOUL FLYING SKULL SCRIPTURE

"Gwa..."

Within the Blessed Land Cave Heaven, the guttural croaks of the Toad Poison Beast echoed with excitement, its belly rumbling as the nutrients from devouring its kin drove its body into ceaseless growth.

The poison beast began to exhibit characteristics distinct from that of an ordinary toad.

Its four limbs became boneless and limp, resembling leeches; its tail grew long and tapered with venomous barbs; its tongue extended outward in the shape of a centipede...

The poisonous fumes secreted from the pustules across its back grew increasingly dense and noxious.

If not for the populace undergoing rudimentary organ modifications, survival within the city would have been impossible.

Gathered into sizable groups, they cleared vast stretches of land for medicine fields, cultivating all manner of grotesque and oddly-shaped spiritual materials—a spectacle dizzying in its variety.

"The thousand-mu medicine fields in the West City must be fully planted within an hour."

Han Cai conveyed his mental instructions to the poison martial artists in charge of West City, his body emanating a thick surge of spiritual energy, accompanied by a strange rustling sound from within him.

Ka-ka-ka...

The insect-nest-like Middle Dantian cracked open, birthing offspring from the Spider Nascent Soul within.

The Spider Puppet grew rapidly in the wind, swelling to a colossal three meters in an instant. Its features included eight robust legs that allowed it to traverse any terrain effortlessly.

Han Cai’s face lit up with a smile as he watched the Spider Puppet crawl toward the gates of West City.

The townsfolk, long accustomed to such sights, deftly outfitted the Spider Puppet with saddle armor. Soon after, a dozen men mounted it and rode off toward the medicine fields.

Han Cai had already discovered the wondrous applications of the insect-nest Middle Dantian and Spider Nascent Soul.

Through performing surgeries with his Divine Sense, he could interfere with the gestation process of the puppet spiders birthed by the Nascent Soul. After hundreds of trials, it finally gave rise to the Zhi Ma.

Zhi Ma was extraordinarily docile and capable of understanding simple commands.

Not only did the townsfolk use the Zhi Ma for travel, but they also employed it for transporting goods and plowing fields in place of oxen...

"Hehehe, it’s a success!!!"

Han Cai suddenly withdrew his Divine Sense as another Spider Puppet was gestating in the insect nest.

The newly born puppet had delicate, human-like limbs, and its torso was predominantly filled with brain tissue, making it easily controllable for Han Cai’s Divine Sense from a distance.

"Perfect for performing routine surgeries. Hmm, I’ll call it Qian Lv."

While Han Cai’s Spider Nascent Soul wasn’t particularly combat-effective, it allowed the Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop to operate at an accelerated pace, far surpassing Li Mo’s expectations.

In contrast, Huangmu Taoist’s attempts to develop his Nascent Soul came across as somewhat awkward.

His Mountain Monarch Head Nascent Soul leaned more toward combat, but with merely commanding his Lifebound Spirit Beast, he could barely utilize the Half-Human Nascent Soul Beast Form properly.

For Huangmu Taoist to one day take charge of the Heart Beast Sect faction, he would need an extended period of accumulation and refinement.

"Gwa."

The Toad Poison Beast extended its tongue, curling up some spiritual materials and swallowing them into its stomach.

The other two poison beasts were already on the brink of death, their emaciated frames lying motionless in oily pools, skeletal and barely sustaining life.

The ground of the town trembled and quaked.

Luo Kai roused from his seclusion, belatedly stepping onto the streets.

The mutation still spread across his flesh, but it was controlled within a reasonable extent, maintaining enough stability to preserve his near-collapsing cultivation foundation.

"Hiss..."

Luo Kai’s gaze fell upon a floating miniature sun in the air, and he involuntarily gasped, his expression filled with disbelief.

Others might not understand, but with his insight, he could not possibly be mistaken.

The miniature sun was undoubtedly a Fake Magical Treasure; otherwise, how could it resist the prevailing darkness of the Blessed Land Cave Heaven?

Luo Kai muttered to himself, "The Thirteen Immortals must have come here for the poison beasts... Or could there be an even deeper motive?"

"The Thirteen Immortals—this group is truly terrifying."

After pondering for a moment, Luo Kai’s expression grew fiery with anticipation.

"There’s no point in staying with the Skin Painting Sect, which is already in name only. Why not follow the Thirteen Immortals? Perhaps I could even advance to the Divine Separation Stage."

He nodded to himself and began helping with the medicine fields with an unusual attentiveness.

......

Meanwhile, Li Mo divided his attention to monitor the happenings at the Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop, where the surplus spiritual materials were being sent to him.

Li Mo resided in the town’s most concealed seclusion room, in front of which stood a Blood and Flesh Cauldron.

The cauldron was simmering spiritual materials, emitting an acrid stench as the motley array of ingredients fused together.

After a brief moment, a fist-sized elixir pill materialized in his palm.

The elixir pill was essentially unrestrained in its composition.

Normally, alchemy focused on removing the Dan Poison within, but Li Mo’s elixirs disregarded this entirely—the toxicity even outweighed the medicinal properties.

"Go."

Li Mo flung the pill into the air, where it was swiftly snatched by the blood vessels of a giant eyeball and swallowed whole.

The pill’s limited medicinal potency failed to heal the injuries on the surface of the giant eyeball, but Li Mo appeared unperturbed.

Even the faction secretly raising the giant eyeball didn’t waste time refining complex elixirs.

They simply blended the assorted medicinal properties of spiritual materials. After all, the giant eyeball, with its Divine Separation Stage cultivation, couldn’t be poisoned to death.

Li Mo summoned the salamander, tasking the little creature to assist with pill refining.

The salamander tilted its head. Though it had never refined elixirs before, it imitated the process with surprising competence, deftly controlling the Blood and Flesh Cauldron.

Li Mo paid it no further mind.

Basing his efforts on the injuries of the giant eyeball, he occasionally consulted the Creation Book.

Through repeated experimentation, Li Mo discovered that as long as the injuries didn’t worsen within a short span, the giant eyeball’s perception of pain remained negligible.

Meanwhile, Luo Fu Immortal displayed no reaction at all, drifting like a marionette on strings.

Li Mo focused his attention on the Nascent Soul Technique of the Soul Devouring Demon Child, actively intervening in the deductions of Xia Dao Palace. Soon, the framework for the technique took shape.

**Human-Headed Nascent Soul Flying Skull Scripture**

The Nascent Soul Technique aligned perfectly with Li Mo’s intentions. All it needed was for the Fake Soul Consciousness to regenerate before he could refine it further in meticulous detail.

Li Mo didn’t rush to cultivate the Human-Headed Nascent Soul Flying Skull Scripture; instead, he began processing the heads.

Although the Soul Summoning Lamp’s **Human Head Lantern Catalog** described the procedure simply—complete refining after decapitation to form secondary human head lanterns—the variability in head quality inevitably diminished the technique’s effectiveness.

Human head lanterns created from mortal heads were worlds apart from those of childhood cultivators, with the former requiring repeated purification.

Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators using the Soul Summoning Lamp typically carried at most two to three hundred human head lanterns.

Li Mo, however, possessed over thirty thousand. If he relied on the Soul Devouring Demon Child to refine each one individually, it would take an eternity—even longer than attaining immortality.

He invoked his Alchemy Divine Power.

"The corpse wine used to soak the heads must have its impurities removed while nourishing the bone structure..."

After four or five cycles of divine refinement, Li Mo finally perfected a suitable brew recipe.

**Naihe Wine**

**"Powdered Strong Bone Grass serves as the medicine guide; add two taels of Yuanming Fire Ash, then store within a corpse stomach for a century to ferment. Its effects purify bone structure and remove bone impurities."**

Since Naihe Wine wasn’t in the same category as Nascent Soul Stage Corpse Wine, it bypassed the fermentation residue step, ensuring production could meet the demands of tempering over thirty thousand heads.

Li Mo scanned his surroundings and realized he would need to involve at least thirty percent of the Corpse Mountain Tenants in brewing Naihe Wine to accelerate production.

"Sigh, this will surely impact the overall yield of corpse wine."

"Wait."

Li Mo raised an eyebrow and turned his sharp gaze toward the window, where the two poison beasts’ limbs twitched. Their life force had reached its ultimate ebb.

"If the poison beasts were likely refined by the Thirteen Immortals themselves, they could probably qualify as human-like corpses—a ready-made vessel for corpse wine."

With a flick of his Blood Soul Artifact...

Swoosh.

The end of an intestine bound to the Soul Devouring Demon Child flew across, landing on the poison beasts’ bodies, swiftly reaching the scorpions and centipede poison beasts.

"Hehehe."

The Soul Devouring Demon Child mimicked Li Mo’s eerie laughter before the enormous maw on its abdomen opened, exuding an overwhelming suction force.

The bodies of the two poison beasts began to shrink, disappearing into the maw of the demon child.

"Gwa."

The Toad Poison Beast seemed dissatisfied, but since ninety percent of the nutrients from the prey had already been absorbed, it refrained from a direct confrontation over the remnant husks.

It emitted a wisp of toxic smoke before closing its eyes, digesting its nutrients.

Li Mo retracted the Blood Soul Artifact, sending the two poison beasts into the Corpse Mountain Mini World.

Initially, he expected the beasts to directly transform into massive living storage vats. To his surprise, their flesh and bones began to dissolve, disintegrating into piles of mountainous corpses.

Under Li Mo’s mental scrutiny, the two beasts decomposed into over twenty-three thousand corpses.

"Could it be that the grotesque forms of the Twelve Immortals are composed of countless versions of themselves? What kind of eerie, inexplicable mutations led to this?"

Li Mo felt a deep unease, his wariness of the No-Life Mother intensifying.

Once the corpses were dealt with, the Artifact Soul Spirit Patterns on his White Bone Treasure Body reached twenty-two, and the Naihe Wine brewing progressed methodically.

Over two years, Li Mo spent most of his efforts brewing wine, maintaining his cultivation only minimally to uphold his Divine Split state.

When the first batch of Naihe Wine was finally ready, Li Mo encountered another issue that gave him a headache.

The sheer number of heads requiring tempering was astounding. If he dug a lake to contain them, the valleys at the mountain base would be insufficient.

Scanning the small world with his Divine Sense, Li Mo’s gaze settled on the rivers encircling the peaks.

"Why not use the rivers to temper the heads? The Naihe Wine won’t affect the plant and tree cultivators."

With a flicker of thought, Li Mo poured all the Naihe Wine into the rivers. The surging waters filled the air with the scent of wine.

"Wah-woo, wah-woo!"

The Mountain Demon was the first to detect the anomaly, dancing with glee.

It scrambled to the riverbanks, dunking its head into the water and gulping down the diluted Naihe Wine with a look of pure bliss, its tail wagging enthusiastically.

"Naughty monkey, get back to cultivating."

Li Mo, half-amused, half-annoyed, used his consciousness to fling the Mountain Demon by its tail toward the Poison Element Sub-Peak.

Soon, the tenants of Corpse Mountain spontaneously shed their heads, which fell like raindrops into the river below.

The sight was spectacular.

Countless heads floated upon the water, their yellowed, cracked bone structures gradually healing, with changes forming based on their attributes in life.

Those inclined toward the Fire Element experienced rising temperatures in their skulls; those with the Wood Element sprouted tender vegetation from within; those tied to the Metal Element saw their bone density shift toward metallic textures...

The fish, shrimp, and aquatic plants in the river remained unaffected, as they had long been elevated beyond mere mundane life forms under the constant nourishment of Spirit Veins.

Li Mo felt immensely satisfied.

Even if they weren’t ultimately used to cultivate the Human-Headed Nascent Soul Flying Skull Scripture, they would still make top-quality Magic Artifact Embryos.

In the future, some of these heads could be granted to the plant and tree cultivators to craft Protective Magical Artifacts, further solidifying the power system of the Corpse Mountain Mini World.

"Let’s call it the Naihe River."

Although the medicinal potency of the Naihe Wine was diluted by the river water, leaving only a tenth of its original strength...

With continual replenishment of the wine, the medicinal potency could reach ninety percent. Coupled with simultaneous cultivation of complementary herbaceous plants...

It wasn’t impossible to elevate the Naihe Wine to the Nascent Soul Stage.