After this thought crossed his mind, Fang Yang suddenly remembered something and brought out Zheng Li's corpse and put it inside the coffin alongside his father.
After that, he locked up the coffin and took out a bunch of talismans from his space pouch and started placing them around the coffin.
After completing this the talismans burst out with a dazzling red light as blood-coloured characters started to appear all over the black coffin
Sensing it was time, Fang Yang began the refining process that the previous Fang Yang had deeply memorised.
As Fang Yang chanted a black mist burst from his hands and wrapped around the coffin.
As this happened the coffin began to shake violently as the blood-coloured characters engraved on it burned more brilliantly. eerie, bloodthirsty growls started to sound from within the coffin getting louder with each passing second.
If Fang Yang was paying attention, it would have definitely sent chills down his spine but he was so focused on refining the corpse puppet, that he didn't give even the slightest bit of attention elsewhere.
Things remained like this and an hour passed by in a flash
Fang Yang was still standing over the coffin chanting an eerie mantra but different from before beads of sweat started to drip down his forehead.
For the last hour, Fang Yang had been working at his maximum concentration without slipping up in the slightest.
This was essential for Fang Yang as he couldn't afford to lose concentration for even a second. If he did, then he would be completely fucked!
This was his last 7 years of income and assets being put on the line. If he fails here all of his invested resources would be wasted. If that really happened, Fang Yang might just smash his head in with a brick!
Suddenly, the black mist swirled like a terrifying tornado as a terrifying roar erupted from inside the coffin.
Dropping to the floor, Fang Yang fell completely exhausted.
But even with this a slight smile couldn't be erased from his face.
'I succeeded!'
"Boom!"
As if to confirm Fang Yang's thoughts, a terrifying bang sounded against the Coffin door
"Boom! Boom!
Suddenly the coffin door was blasted off its hinges as a chilling Yin aura poured into the room from the coffin.
Suddenly the zombie inside stood straight up, allowing Fang Yang to see it in all its glory, and quite frankly, it was terrifying.
Its eyes were burning red and all its muscles seemed to sliver around as if showing off what kind of terrifying power they held inside. Its terrifying veins wrapped its body like hundreds of slithering snakes and its grey skin seemed to shine with a strange metallic lustre.
Looking at the Face that seemed to be twisted into a permanent grimace, Fang Yang was sure that this face would haunt him in his nightmares.
But even with its terrifying appearance, Fang Yang couldn't help but look at it fondly. After all, this was a genuine Iron-level corpse puppet that he had refined!
Corpse puppets and zombies were split into levels and an Iron corpse zombie corresponded to the Qi refinement level of normal human cultivators.
Early-stage Iron-level corpse puppets would have the same combat power as early stage qi cultivators so this would be at around the 3rd level of Qi refining.
But the Battle Saint Corpse puppet that Fang Yang refined went beyond the norm.
It was the inheritance of an ancient cultivator from a much more powerful and prosperous era of cultivation. Because of this, Despite being only an Early stage Iron Corpse puppet, the Battle Saint Corpse puppet could display combat ability that rivalled a mid-stage Iron Corpse puppet.
So this meant that right now, despite only being in the 2nd level of Qi refining, Fang Yang had combat power that could at least rival a Mid-stage Qi cultivator!
looking at this ugly monster, Fang Yang felt himself becoming more and more satisfied and even started thinking that it wasn't actually that ugly...
Putting that thought aside, Fang Yang drew up a Blood Soul pact around the Corpse puppet.
The Blood Soul pact was a unique method created by the Corpse Ghost Sect to form contracts with corpse puppets and ghosts.
The Blood Soul pact would allow the cultivator to quickly form a soul brand that gave them complete and absolute control of the Corpse puppet's actions.
The Soul brand formed by the Blood Soul pact was especially powerful and unless he was killed, the control of the puppet couldn't be stolen from him. Even a Foundation Establishment elder wouldn't be able to do it.
After forming the Blood Soul pact, Fang Yang could now truly relax.
looking at the Corpse puppet that was standing blankly, Fang Yang started to ponder the truly important question.
'What should I call it?'
He couldn't call it Mr Zheng could he?
After all, Zheng Li's drained and emaciated corpse was still lying in the coffin and even if it had no memories Fang Yang would still feel uneasy.
"The name has to be majestic but still not something too arrogant" thought Fang Yang
in just a few seconds countless names flashed through Fang Yang's mind
Sky-shaking corpse?
Battle Saint?
Mr Zombie?
But after a while, Fang Yang finally decided to make that decision later. Right now he was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open.
Satisfied with the result, Fang Yang patted the corpse puppet on the shoulder when a sudden wave of tiredness overwhelmed him.
In truth, Fang Yang should have seen this coming.
He had just performed the final refinement of the Battle Saint Corpse puppet at his maximum concentration. This had already drained a lot of his mental strength but After that, he hadn't even stopped to rest but had instead formed a Blood Soul pact which had drained even more of his mental strength.
It wouldn't be surprising if Fang Yang collapsed on the floor right then!
Using the last of his strength and willpower, Fang Yang barely managed to stumble towards his wooden bed, and the second he laid down, he blacked out.
...
Waking up, Fang Yang realised it was already the next day
After his mental strength had been drained completely, he slept like a log.
Getting up, Fang Yang did some basic stretches and prepared for the day.
From the predecessor's memories, he knew that he normally cultivates late in the night and early in the morning.