The Corpse Whisperer

Shen Mu is the most forgettable outer disciple in the Azure Mist Sect. He runs the Corpse Disposal Pavilion, has a borderline useless spiritual root, and survives by staying invisible. The only unusual thing about him? The dead talk. Not as ghosts—just their final thoughts, lingering long enough for Shen Mu to overhear. Petty grudges. Technique fragments. Muscle memory. Small advantages he quietly collects while the sect ignores him. Then a body arrives in the middle of the night. No name. No records. Delivered in secret and ordered burned by morning. The corpse belongs to a powerful figure who was hollowed out by a forbidden ritual—and his last act is to pass a sliver of his Origin Intent into the one person who bothered to listen. Shen Mu. Now the sect’s records are being altered. Assassins are being hired. And an Inner Disciple searching for her grandfather’s stolen Heart-Jade has a compass that points directly at the pavilion’s trash clerk. Shen Mu never wanted to stand out. Unfortunately, someone powerful has decided he shouldn’t exist.