The Days When I Collected Corpses in the World of Immortality

Entering the novel about cultivating immortals that I have been chasing for three years, I became a passerby who was trampled to death by the protagonist after three appearances. The blood hole in his chest was still bleeding, and a magic skill popped out of his dantian. "Nine Netherworld Corpse Code" - professional corpse refining, no tuition fees, no requirements for spiritual roots, only spiritual power. Coincidentally, my mental strength is twice that of ordinary people. What's even more coincidental is that the sect gave me the task of collecting the corpses. A legal identity, a stable source of corpses, and free time that no one cares about—this villain won't let me be a villain, and even God won't allow it.