I, Zhou Yin, am a waiter in Qingniu Town.
Until that night, when the Black-and-White Fiends dragged me into a cave and force-fed me a Blood Demon Pill. I watched with my own eyes as a withered corpse sucked them dry, leaving nothing but shriveled skin behind
while I became the new master of the “Seven Fiends Corpse-Demon Cauldron.”
From then on, I cultivated the Great Yin Fiend Art, killing people to refine corpses and letting baleful energy enter my body.
The Embroidered Uniform Guard accused me of colluding with demons. The martial world cursed me as “Old Demon Zhou.” Even sword immortals came with blades in hand to ask, “How many people have you killed?”
I grinned. In the shadows behind me, one corpse puppet after another slowly opened its eyes.
“Not many. I only killed... the ones who deserved it.”
Later, the withered corpse revived, immortal sects emerged, and the key to a secret treasure set the world in turmoil.
Only then did I realize
That cauldron didn’t refine corpses. It refined immortals.
