Undead Domestication [A Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction]

Chapter 1: 100th Life

Nothing.

He felt nothing.

Entirely and completely empty.

Not cold or hot.

No pain or joy.

Nothing.

Usually, the immortal would at least feel something after he transmigrates to another body. The most common symptoms were pain and headaches and occasionally cold or hot depending on the weather, but currently he felt absolutely nothing. It made him wonder if he had actually transmigrated.

The sky above him was a beautiful light grey color with hints of blue. Soft and fuzzy particles of white gently fell down and touched his face.

It appeared to be snowing.

The immortal gazed at the sky, admiring its beauty for once in his life. Moving his arms a little, he realized that he was lying on the ground, which is covered with soft snow. He didn't feel cold at all, which confused him.

The immortal closed his eyes and decided to breathe in some of the winter air to freshen him up, but finally realized that he wasn't even breathing the first place. Usually, he'd be able to breathe by now, but somehow air wasn't really flowing into his chest cavity. Was this the effect of the hundredth life he wondered?

The immortal found difficulty in not just taking air, but sitting up. His whole body felt so rigid it was as if he had frozen, but not dead yet. In stiff movements, he managed to sit up and was quickly alarmed by his surroundings. Everywhere, at least a few meters around him were corpses. Not just any corpses, they appeared to be fierce corpses as some of them tried to weakly move even after being mutilated into pieces. Some were pinned to the ground with swords or spears to keep them from moving, which made him realize that he too had a few arrows and spearheads stuck to his body. He calmly removed them and waited for them to heal back as he usually would, but after ten long minutes passed, the wounds didn't seem to close and in fact, his skin didn't look like it was alive at all. He didn't even look like a fresh corpse with that ashy rotting flesh of his. Does his hundredth life have to be spent in the body of a dead man? As a living corpse? This will certainly bring endless trouble into his doorstep. Silently, he cursed himself for ever doing that ritual.

With the help of a sword he found next to him, he stiffly stood up. The immortal wobbled for a while before regaining balance. He followed the trail of corpses where it was the most abundant, thinking that the people who killed them had probably passed there for a longer time as the area was already exterminated, but oh was he wrong.

Arriving to a certain area, he was suddenly met with a young man with clothes that looked like a phoenix due to the vermillion colour*. He held a sword and had a serious and troubled expression on his face as he skidded along the snow. In front of him were several living corpses and they all had the intention of killing him.

The boy noticed the immortal and grumbled out, "Another one?! Be a good corpse and stay there, I'll deal with you later--!"

Clang!

The sound of sword against the unnaturally sharp and strong nails of a corpse. The three corpses lunged at the young man with full strength, causing him to get pushed back each blow.

If he was still alive, the immortal would probably have a vein popping out right now. How dare he treat him like a pet? Even if he was a corpse, at least tell him to stay there politely. Being attacked by three corpses at once was no excuse!

The immortal wanted to laugh at his own joke, but found that smiling was basically impossible with his stiff face muscles. He also wanted to shrug, but found that equally exhausting so he stopped himself.