Indeed, the voice that came from the dark depths, though still indifferent and icy, had lost some of its original aggressiveness.

"So it's the youngsters from the Six Doors. How is it that the Six Doors are so overbearing these days, that they can intrude upon other people's abodes and disturb their cultivation? Could it be that you're bullying this old man for being old and frail, and unable to cast spells?

"If that's truly the case, this old man will have to go to the Divine Capital and properly question that brat Shi Huang."

Divine Catcher Shi Huang looked old even at a glance, appearing to be at least sixty or seventy years old, yet he was being called a 'brat' by this hidden person.

Judging by the tone, it sounded like an old rogue cultivator of some years.

Hearing this, Cui Yu spoke up, "Corpse Herder, Shi Pi, who shook the world back then and fought the Five Poison Envoys of the Original Decree Sect single-handedly on Myriad Peak, is certainly not an unknown nobody. We were used by treacherous villains and fell into a trap, which is why we disturbed your cultivation."

From the darkness, a figure emerged, walking on the waves.

The night enveloped him, as if draping him in a cloak of darkness. Upon closer inspection, one could see an old face that seemed to have been carved countless times by wind, frost, swords, and blades. He was hunched over, with a bamboo fish basket on his back, and a double-headed snake staff in his hand.

The waves beneath his feet seemed to be stained with the chill from the abyss, and were completely frozen.

Even the fierce corpses, unafraid of death, began to tremble.

Their eyes, as they looked at the old man, were filled with instinctive fear.

Qiao Wuqi, with his most acute senses, clenched his teeth, trying hard not to stutter. His fists were tightly clenched, and the muscles on his arms bulged high.

"The little girl has quite the eye. This old man hasn't shown his face in the martial world for many years. I didn't expect anyone to remember this old, decaying person." As the old man spoke, he added a little warmth to his tone.

Despite this, Jin Sanniang and the others remained tense, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The constables of the Six Doors were all meritorious officials who had licked blood from their blades. They were used to seeing villains who were all smiles one moment and would kill with a smile the next.

Although Corpse Herder Shi Pi seemed to have softened his attitude, the fact remained that Ye Chuxiao and the others had accidentally destroyed a furnace of pills that the other party had painstakingly refined.

"Senior is joking. The name Corpse Herder Shi Pi is ranked very high on our Six Doors' 'Most Wanted' list. How could we dare to ignore a figure like you?" Jin Sanniang held her twin sabers, and the lotus imprint under her feet was faintly visible, ready to bloom at any moment.

Her words seemed like a provocation, but in reality, she was warning Corpse Herder Shi Pi that he was a registered and filed figure in the Six Doors.

Even if he really did manage to do something drastic today, it might not be seamless and undetectable by the Six Doors.

When dealing with characters like rogue cultivators, simply yielding and trying to be clever wouldn't work.

They had to be made to have some reservations.

As expected, after Jin Sanniang's threat, Corpse Herder Shi Pi, who had been slowly moving closer, seemingly searching for openings in the five, stopped in his tracks. He looked at the cauldron that had been overturned in the water and sighed, "It's not difficult for this old man to let you go. You only need to find another hundred corpses that have died within seven days, as well as some spiritual herbs for preparing, dissolving, and brewing the medicine. Then this old man will consider it a loss and let the matter rest."

As he spoke, he suddenly took a deep breath, and suddenly his eyes turned pitch black, with not a trace of white.

"What a rich, bloody smell! This bloody smell carries the aura of breaking the boundaries between life and death. This is the smell that can only be emitted by the flesh and blood of cultivators who have at least entered the Mystic Realm. You have many corpses preserved on your ship... Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Give me all the corpses on this ship, and this debt... will be considered half settled," said Corpse Herder Shi Pi.

Jin Sanniang said, "That won't..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Cui Yu tugging at her sleeve and whispering, "Corpse Herder Shi Pi is a top-notch corpse cultivator. If he takes action, it won't be long before he can restore that ship full of fragmented corpses."

"As long as we find out the identities of the corpses, we can solve some of the mysteries."

"It's okay to give him the fragmented corpses. When reporting upwards, we can just say that the ship capsized."

Jin Sanniang hesitated, but after looking at the surrounding subordinates, she finally nodded.

Although there were five of them, they might not really be able to withstand a few rounds from this Corpse Herder Shi Pi.

Although the messenger talisman had been sent out, even if it attracted a large number of Six Doors constables from hundreds of miles around, it would only be sending them to their deaths.

Unless another Gold Chapter Constable arrived, only then could Jin Sanniang and another Gold Chapter Constable join forces to withstand the pressure from Corpse Herder Shi Pi.

However, there were only a few Gold Chapter Constables in the Six Doors. Unless the Minister of Justice or the five Divine Catchers had special orders, how could it be possible for two or more Gold Chapter Constables to coincidentally appear in this Hedong region?

"Alright! We can give you the corpses, but you must first help us reassemble the corpses, so that we can preserve the scene on the ship, as well as the expressions and characteristics of these people before they died," said Jin Sanniang.

Corpse Herder Shi Pi nodded and said, "Agreed!"

Subsequently, the five and Corpse Herder Shi Pi, still maintaining their distance, entered the flower hall of the slowly sinking ship.

Inside the flower hall, there was already some seepage.

A large number of corpses were soaked in the water, making it look even more of a mess.

Corpse Herder Shi Pi stomped his double-headed snake staff, and the water stains on the floor of the flower hall turned into round ice beads, automatically rolling towards the downward-sloping bow of the ship.

Then, tens of thousands of red threads flew out from Corpse Herder Shi Pi's snake staff.

These threads began to shuttle between the large and small pieces of meat.

In an instant, all the pieces of meat were strung together.

Then, the threads rotated rapidly, like 3D printing. The people who had once been alive in this flower hall were all beginning to reappear within the flower hall.

Dancers, singers, musicians, guards... the poet who was singing loudly, the officials who were drinking, the young masters who were flirting with the maids, the martial generals who were devouring meat.

Except for the complete lack of a living aura, the people who had been cut into pieces were restored in the flower hall like wax figures.

At this moment, Ye Chuxiao also felt the vibration of the golden clock.

Taking the memory stone handed over by Zhao Sibai, Ye Chuxiao, like the others, recorded everything around him.

Walking irregularly to the place where the golden clock was vibrating, Ye Chuxiao squatted down and touched an originally inconspicuous scratch with his fingertips.

Dao rhythm aura capture!

Ye Chuxiao injected this aura into the golden clock.

In an instant, time seemed to stop for Ye Chuxiao... then quickly reversed.

After reversing for six hours, the replay stopped.

At this time, the flower hall of the ship, in Ye Chuxiao's eyes, was truly 'alive'.

The faces that had been reconstructed but were full of stiffness and death were now vivid and natural.

The sounds of music, laughter, drinking, and composing poetry were all mixed together, forming a very strong contrast with the hellish scene that Ye Chuxiao remembered.