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Shi Wuming chuckled, then noticed Wen Qiao staring at him and asked with a smile, "Qiao-mei, why are you looking at me like that?"

Wen Qiao replied slowly, "I was wondering if those Undead would break their teeth if they tried to bite you."

"??!!!!"

Shi Wuming looked at her in horror, utterly terrified. "Qiao-mei, you must abandon such a dreadful thought! Those Undead are so grotesque—what if I get bitten and turn ugly? I may not be peerlessly handsome, but my looks aren’t bad, and I haven’t even married yet! How could you bear to see me become a hideous freak?"

Wen Tutu sneered, "It’s not even certain if these Undead creatures can bite you in the first place. No need to worry."

Shi Wuming immediately started arguing back and forth endlessly with him.

Seeing the two of them busy arguing, Wen Qiao stepped forward and pinned down the thrashing Undead, making it easier for Ning Yuzhou to study.

Ning Yuzhou collected its blood, flesh, and other samples, sealing them in sterile containers. Then, he took out various Spirit Restoring Pills, spiritual herbs, and medicines, testing while carefully noting the results.

Such rigorous research would likely make any Ghost Cultivator pale if they saw it.

Ning Jichen watched his son’s actions with a solemn expression. Perhaps due to their shared bloodline, he didn’t find the situation frightening at all—instead, he was fascinated by the experimental process. If not for his limited abilities, he might have joined in.

The little qilin crouched nearby, occasionally chiming in.

"Brother Ning, I can sense a strange power in the Undead Sea. The Undead are bound by this peculiar force, unable to escape life and death, existing only as these monstrous beings."

Though the little qilin was now just a spiritual remnant, it was still a divine beast with powerful soul energy, allowing it to sense such energies instantly.

However, detection was all it could manage. As an underage qilin with only its spirit form remaining, it couldn’t offer much more help.

Wen Qiao asked, "Little Ting, do you think directly expelling the force protecting them from their bodies could kill them?"

The little qilin froze for a moment before shaking its head. "I... I don’t know."

Ning Yuzhou, who was extracting the Undead’s blood, said, "It should be possible."

Instantly, everyone in the room turned to look at him—even Shi Wuming and Wen Tutu stopped arguing and gathered to observe Ning Yuzhou’s actions.

When Ning Yuzhou poured the concoction of extracted medicinal liquid and spiritual solution onto the Undead, a sizzling sound erupted, like fat sizzling on coals, but the resulting stench was revolting, making everyone nauseous.

"Ugh—!"

Wen Tutu and the others immediately retched violently, rushing to the window to fling it open to vomit profusely.

Only Ning Yuzhou and the little qilin, encased in a puppet shell without a respiratory system, stood completely unaffected.

When they returned after vomiting, Shi Wuming couldn’t help but ask, "Brother Ning, aren’t you affected at all?"

Ning Yuzhou replied indifferently, "It’s fine. I sealed my breathing beforehand—just like being underwater." Cultivators could hold their breath for hours or even days underwater, so this brief exposure meant nothing.

Everyone: "..." They hadn’t thought of that.

Then, they turned their attention to the Undead creature that had been doused with the mixture. Half of its body had been corroded, yet it stubbornly refused to die. Even the damaged flesh slowly began to regenerate, as if suddenly regrowing.

Half an hour later, its body had completely regenerated—even the fangs Wen Qiao had knocked out had regrown.

Wen Qiao immediately smashed them off again.

"Wuuu wuuu..."

The Undead let out a piercing, mournful wail, sounding as if it were wailing in torment.

Finding that the concocted potion didn't pack enough punch, Ning Yuzhou continued his research.

In the following nights, Ning Yuzhou accompanied them to the deck to hunt the undead, then focused on his studies.

Several days passed like this. Though he still hadn’t discovered a method to kill the undead, he did develop a way to swiftly and effectively harm the undead monsters, crippling them.

Hearing the thuds of attacks on the ship outside, the group once again left the cabin.

Ji Chengsi had long been waiting on the deck. Seeing them approach, he asked eagerly, "Miss Wen, Brother Ning, any breakthroughs?"

Ning Yuzhou replied, "Limited results."

Hearing this, Ji Chengsi wasn’t surprised, though he was somewhat disappointed.

Then, Ning Yuzhou continued, "However, I’ve developed a medicinal liquid that can harm the undead and temporarily immobilize them."

Instantly, all the Ghost Cultivators perked up, their eyes lit up.

Ning Yuzhou didn’t elaborate further, as the undead had already climbed aboard and begun attacking. The Ji Clan disciples had no choice but to engage in battle, including Young Master Ji Chengsi, who pitched in.

Still, they stole glances at Ning Yuzhou’s every move. When they saw him directly extracting numerous dark-aligned herbs to refine the medicinal liquid, the Ghost Cultivators buzzed with excitement.

Indeed, having an alchemist on board was a blessing.

Seeing this, Wu Jingping had a hunch that Ning Yuzhou was about to concoct some poison again. After all, during their first meeting, Ning Yuzhou had extracted toxins from a ghostly creature with such practiced ease that they initially assumed he was a poison expert.

In front of the Ghost Cultivators, Ning Yuzhou skillfully refined the medicinal liquid from spiritual herbs obtained in the Netherworld. The liquid took on a silvery-gray hue, resembling the cold gleam of the Undead Sea by daylight.

With limited time, Ning Yuzhou could only produce a small amount of the medicinal liquid. He called over a Ghost Cultivator and instructed, "Apply this liquid to your weapon and use it directly against the undead."

This was the fastest way to inflict damage on the undead.

The Ghost Cultivator guard wielded a sword that gleamed with an eerie glow. When the medicinal liquid was applied to the blade, its edge seemed to grow even sharper.

The Ghost Cultivator guard swung the sword at an approaching undead creature.

Without even a cry, the undead creature’s body split open where the blade struck, the wound instantly corroding as if eaten away. Half its body dissolved, and it dropped like a stone into the sea.