After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 827 The contents of the jar, a true dragon egg?

"Travel? Are you kidding me? You're going to take me on a trip?"

Upon hearing this, the eight-winged centipede paused slightly. "Wait, where did you say we're going? Raojiang?"

It was perfectly clear what the name "Raojiang" meant to Chen Yang.

"Yes, Rao Jiang."

Chen Yang took a deep breath. "It's been so long, it's time to put an end to this."

The eight-winged centipede didn't speak, but coiled around his shoulder twice, seemingly organizing its thoughts.

After a long pause, it finally said, "Have you thought it through? You really want to go?"

"I have given it careful consideration."

"Do you think we can beat him with our current lineup?"

"He recently entered the late stage of the Dao True Realm. In addition, he likely possesses a Celestial Realm body. He's definitely very strong, and I certainly can't defeat him. However, I'm only going there as an observer; I won't be foolish enough to confront him head-on..."

……

After listening to Chen Yang's explanation, the eight-winged centipede remained silent. After considering for a long time, it finally said, "Alright, since you have thought it through, there's no harm in going. After all, this opportunity is once in a lifetime. However, let's agree beforehand that if things don't work out, don't force it. Preserving your life is the most important thing."

Chen Yang nodded. "If you have any concerns, Elder Wu, I can go there myself."

"whispering sound."

The eight-winged centipede chuckled, "If you're not afraid, do you think I would be?"

He had already consulted the divination sticks and found that there was no danger on this trip, so there was no reason not to go, so he could put aside all his worries.

"However, there are many capable and extraordinary people in Raojiang, and the mountains are teeming with poisonous creatures. I'm not afraid, but you're just a mortal. If you're going, you should make some preparations and prepare plenty of antidote pills..."

The eight-winged centipede gave a word of advice.

Chen Yang's physique currently possesses a certain level of resistance to toxins, but it is not immune to all poisons. When a poison reaches the Creation Realm, its toxins can damage his physique.

It is certain that the higher the level of a poisonous creature, the more potent its toxicity. In addition, the toxicity of different species also varies. Some poisonous creatures may have a lower level of toxicity, but it is not impossible for them to be more potent than some higher-level poisonous creatures.

Raojiang is known for its many strange and poisonous insects; therefore, it is essential to prepare methods to ward off poison.

Chen Yang still has some antidote pills left. Although the quantity is not large, he can still refine two more batches.

As for dealing with the poisons in Raojiang, Chen Yang also has a way.

A while ago, when he destroyed the camphor tree belonging to the Li family, the system rewarded him with a [Supreme Camphor Pill].

……

Item: Premium Camphor Balls

"Description: It can continuously release a unique fragrance and has a great killing effect on snakes, insects and rodents below SS level."

……

This thing is like the system knew he was going to Raojiang and prepared it for him in advance.

"Old Centipede, what do you think of this thing?"

With a mischievous grin on his lips, Chen Yang took out the mothballs.

"What the hell? Did you poop in your pants? It stinks!" The eight-winged centipede sniffed and immediately moved away in disgust.

The way he reacted made it seem as if Chen Yang had produced a lump of poop.

"Does it smell bad? It smells wonderful!"

"Put it away quickly, it's disgusting."

The eight-winged centipede wasn't joking with him; it flapped its wings and flew up, disappearing into the wardrobe in the room.

Chen Yang looked at the mothballs in his hand; they were indeed quite effective.

It does not harm humans, but it can kill insects below the Dao True Realm. Even an existence like Elder Centipede felt disgusted by it.

Wearing this thing on your body is like wearing a natural armor.

At that moment, the eight-winged centipede flew out of the wardrobe, holding the jar in its arms.

"This smells so comforting."

The eight-winged centipede placed the jar on the bed, its voice tinged with a hint of ecstasy.

Chen Yang was speechless. "You hid it so well, why did you bring it out again?"

There is a moon tonight, and its light pours in through the window, falling on the jar and giving it a mysterious glow.

It is absorbing moonlight.

Chen Yang could clearly feel that the jar was absorbing moonlight.

"The seal on this jar is very strong, and the contents inside are also very powerful. It must be the work of the senior who transmitted the scriptures to me back then."

At this moment, Shi Ling, who usually disliked interrupting, spoke up.

She had said before that she was very familiar with the aura on the jar; it was the aura of the divine being who had imparted his power to her back then.

"The key question is, what's sealed inside?" Chen Yang asked.

Shi Ling said, "The thing inside can invade dreams. This may be its only means of communicating with the outside world. However, your mental cultivation is a bit weak, and you are easily trapped. If you are curious, there is a moon tonight. You can ask this centipede to try to invite it into your dream..."

Is that so?
Chen Yang looked at the eight-winged centipede.

"I'm fine."

The eight-winged centipede clung to the jar, refusing to let go. Although it didn't know what was inside, the aroma was simply irresistible to it.

It is absolutely one of the most delicious foods in the world.

This aroma was even more enticing than the insect growth essence that Chen Yang had given it.

If we're talking about who's most eager to open the jar and take a look, it has to be the eight-winged centipede.

It carried the jar and flew directly to the windowsill, where it could get more sunlight from the moon.

Chen Yang wanted to say something, but seeing how persistent it was, he held back and only reminded it to be careful.

The eight-winged centipede only gave a vague response, and soon began to snore.

Chen Yang was also curious about this mysterious jar, so he decided to let Elder Wu give it a try.

He ignored it and went to the courtyard, bathed in the moonlight, took out the Nirvana Pill, and continued to cultivate the Marrow Cleansing Scripture.

……

-

The next morning.

It was another sunny day, and the sunlight was already shining into the main room early in the morning.

The surrounding mountains and forests were filled with the sounds of insects chirping and birds singing.

The jar was placed on the coffee table in the main room, with the eight-winged centipede perched on Chen Yang's shoulder, while Chen Yang stared blankly at the jar.

What kind of blood is "spiritual blood"?

After a long pause, Chen Yang asked a question.

The eight-winged centipede had already told him about his dream last night.

It also had the same dream Chen Yang had before, a hazy, dreamlike void, where a voice spoke to it, asking it to save its life.

Perhaps because its spiritual cultivation was stronger than Chen Yang's, the voice in the dream was not a mechanical cry for help, but rather a simple exchange with it.

The thing inside the jar, ask it for help to break the seal on the jar and release it from the jar.

But the eight-winged centipede couldn't say exactly what was in the jar, because it was a dream and the other party didn't reveal its true form.

How to open this jar, and what's inside, also revealed the method to the eight-winged centipede.

Spiritual Blood.

This jar can be opened with spirit blood.

In response to Chen Yang's question, the eight-winged centipede said, "Your blood is spiritual blood."

"My blood?" Chen Yang raised an eyebrow.

The eight-winged centipede said, "The blood of a cultivator is spiritual blood; the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the spirituality."

Shi Ling said, "The seal on this jar is very strong. If spiritual blood can break it, it probably won't be something that can be done with just one or two drops. With your current cultivation level, even if you drain all your blood, you might not be able to wear down the sealing energy on the jar..."

Chen Yang's face twitched.

"Don't say anything."

The eight-winged centipede said, "In the core area of ​​that cave in Jinjia Mountain, there are some seals that still exist. They seem to share the same aura as the seal on this jar. It turns out that spiritual blood is needed to break the seal. I spent so much effort, but it was all for nothing..."

"But where can we get so much spirit blood?"

The eight-winged centipede moved to Chen Yang's other shoulder and said, "You're supposed to have a lot of connections, why don't you ask the Mountain Climbing Association to organize a blood donation drive?"

"Where do I have a wide network of connections?"

Chen Yang was somewhat amused and exasperated. "Besides, do you even know what's inside? You just want to help it break the seal?"

"This……"

Upon hearing this, the eight-winged centipede paused for a moment, then said, "I guess it's most likely a snake, and a snake of a high level, such as the Dao True Realm or even the Celestial Realm. Only the aura of a snake can excite me like this."

"Snakes in the Dao True Realm have all become dragons, and those in the Celestial Realm are true dragons. Can such a small jar really contain them?" Chen Yang couldn't help but complain as he listened to its wild speculation.

The eight-winged centipede, upon hearing this, seemed to have some merit.

The jar is so small, how big of a dragon could it possibly fit in?

After a pause, the eight-winged centipede's eyes suddenly lit up, and it said with a hint of excitement, "Eggs!" "What?" Chen Yang was taken aback.

The eight-winged centipede exclaimed excitedly, "An egg! A real dragon egg! There's most likely a real dragon egg inside! Chen Yang, I'm pretty sure I'm right. No wonder it smells so good. If it's a real dragon egg, then it makes sense. This jar can easily hold it all..."

It was somewhat incoherent, as if it had solved some kind of global mystery.

A real dragon egg?
Upon hearing this, Chen Yang's eyebrows furrowed together.

The eight-winged centipede is so excited; it seems like it really is the final answer.

"Senior Shi Ling, what do you say?" Chen Yang asked Shi Ling.

Shi Ling was silent for a moment, then said, "It's not impossible. In that era, true dragons did exist..."

“True dragons are already at the Celestial Realm, with an extremely high level of life. It is very difficult for them to reproduce. Moreover, it is said that for dragons to reproduce, their own cultivation is greatly diminished. Four hundred years ago, the Heavenly Path was severed, and all those at the Celestial Realm, including all true dragons in the world, perished in one fell swoop, becoming history. In the past four hundred years, no one has been heard of attaining the dragon body…”

"What hatches from a dragon egg is naturally a true dragon. This is a species born powerful. Even a young dragon is at least at the Dao True Realm, and an adult true dragon will definitely enter the Celestial Realm. But after the Heavenly Path is severed, this world probably cannot accommodate them..."

"So, even dragon eggs aren't guaranteed to hatch..."

……

After analyzing a lot of things, Shi Ling still felt that her guess about the eight-winged centipede had some credibility.

This jar has existed for thousands of years. Thousands of years ago, dragons roamed the land. It is quite possible that a divine being obtained a dragon egg and sealed it away.

After all, even a thousand years ago, a true dragon egg would have been an absolute treasure, and it might even have been a dragon king's egg.

The eight-winged centipede said, "It doesn't matter if it can't hatch. Let me absorb it and fulfill my cultivation. If I can taste the flavor of a true dragon egg in this lifetime, it will be worth it."

Chen Yang could feel it licking its lips, as if it had completely accepted its own guess.

Chen Yang picked up the jar and shook it gently. He could clearly feel something rolling around inside.

It might actually be an egg.

However, this is just their speculation; we'll have to open it up to find out what's actually inside.

At this moment, Chen Yang thought of Shan Jun Tan Jue and the jar of spiritual blood in the Shan Jun Seal.

Back then, in order to revive his beloved, Tan Jue captured many cultivators and bled them out in an attempt to refine the "Rejuvenation Pill".

However, before the pill could be refined, the truth came out, and he was surrounded and killed by Chen Tianyang and others. He managed to escape with a wisp of his primordial spirit, which hid in the wick of a lamp in the Bottomless Cave of Longmen Mountain, where he was eventually encountered by Chen Yang.

The essence blood of the cultivators he forcibly obtained back then is still kept in the Mountain Lord Seal, and Chen Yang has never touched it.

That blood was not only spiritual blood, but also spiritual blood refined by Tan Jue, high-quality concentrated essence blood. No one knows how many people Tan Jue killed to refine it back then.

This blood should be enough to open this jar.

However, Chen Yang did not do that.

As I said before, it's all speculation. You say there's a dragon egg inside, but is it really a dragon egg?
What if it's not what you expected, but some other evil thing once you open the jar?
How to fix it?
Better safe than sorry; it's always better to be cautious.

Chen Yang felt that he should think it over carefully before making a decision.

Unfortunately, he had already used up his only divination slip; otherwise, he could have tested the fortune first and then made a choice.

Whether the jar is opened or not is not so important now. He has always been cautious, and he will wait until he returns from Raojiang to discuss everything.

The eight-winged centipede was a little sullen, but since Chen Yang refused to open the gate, it had no choice but to bleed him out. It couldn't very well force Chen Yang to do so.

……

-

in the afternoon.

Chen Yang left Jiapigou and boarded the high-speed train to Raojiang at Lingjiang County High-Speed ​​Railway Station.

The bus will pass through Chengdu, the provincial capital, where Sun Tianhao will board. His seat was reserved a few days ago.

Chen Yang had never been to Raojiang and was unfamiliar with the situation there. Sun Tianhao was a disciple of Elder Qingquan, so the itinerary for this trip to Raojiang was entirely entrusted to him.

After finding a seat, Chen Yang squinted his eyes and began to rest.

Today is the 27th of the sixth lunar month, and the day after tomorrow will be the 29th. If nothing unexpected happens, the Gu God Cult's Corpse-Slaying Ceremony will be held the day after tomorrow, and if nothing unexpected happens either, the day after tomorrow will be the time for the authorities to take down the Gu God Cult.

He didn't tell anyone he knew about his trip to Raojiang this time; it was practically a secret trip. Otherwise, countless people would have tried to dissuade him.

The backpack was placed to the side, and the eight-winged centipede was hidden inside it, which was really a bit of a shame.

"Hey bro, could you move aside? Your luggage's blocking the way."

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you blind or deaf? There's such a big thing blocking the road. Don't you have any manners?"

"What did you say? Say it again?"

"Oh dear, I thought you were deaf! Hurry up and move your things, so many people are waiting!"

……

A commotion came from behind, it seemed that people were arguing.

Chen Yang looked back and saw a crowd of people blocking the aisle, arguing with a man sitting in a seat.

On the aisle next to the man, there was something wrapped in black cloth.

It was quite a long piece, placed in the middle of the road, blocking the way. Several impatient passengers were urging the man to move it.

When Chen Yang saw the person sitting in the seat, he was slightly taken aback.

It was a bit unexpected.

It's him?

Ke Shaohua, a disciple of the Northern Emperor Sect?

Chen Yang frowned.

Didn't we send him to Emei Mountain? Didn't we say that the eminent monks of Emei would give him a proper lesson?

How did you get here?

Could it be that Wang Yuanchao and his men released him again?
What a coincidence! We ended up on the same bus.

……

"Humph!"

Faced with the criticism from the crowd, Ke Shaohua was angry, but he could only snort angrily and reluctantly grab the luggage placed beside him and lift it up with one hand.

They were all ordinary people with no cultivation at all. No matter how domineering the Northern Emperor Sect was, they would never resort to violence against ordinary people.

The thing stood upright, a full two meters tall, almost reaching the roof of the car.

"What is this hard thing? Is it a coffin lid? Now, high-speed rail security checks are like that, they let you bring anything on the train."

"Don't be so venomous. This is performance art. This young man is clearly an artist..."

……

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, and there was no shortage of teasing.

Ke Shaohua's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, but ultimately he held back. There was no need to get angry with a bunch of annoying people.

After everyone had passed by, he put down the luggage he had been holding up.

The car started moving slowly, and he had just put his luggage down when he saw a pair of feet appear in front of him.

So annoying!
If this were anywhere else, he probably would have already lost his temper.

Everyone says high-speed rail is convenient, but it's not convenient at all.

Filled with complaints, he lifted his luggage to make way.

However, the person in front of him did not move and remained standing there.

Are you looking for trouble?

Ke Shaohua was also getting angry. He looked up, about to hurl a few words, but when he saw who was in front of him, he shuddered involuntarily.

He was clearly frightened.

"you……"

Upon seeing the person in front of him, Ke Shaohua almost reflexively held up the coffin lid in front of him, adopting a defensive stance.

It's him.

It was him.

The man who had recently given her a nightmare.

……

The car had already started moving, and the window seat next to Ke Shaohua was still empty. Chen Yang gave him a signal, and he sat down directly.

By this time, Ke Shaohua had calmed down from his earlier panic. He put down his luggage, looked straight ahead, and didn't dare to turn his head to look at Chen Yang, but he could feel that Chen Yang was looking at him.

"what do you want?"

After a long silence, Ke Shaohua, unable to bear the heavy atmosphere any longer, finally spoke.

Now that he was in the car, in front of everyone, he didn't believe Chen Yang would dare to do anything to him.

"What a coincidence, to run into someone here."

Chen Yang asked jokingly, his tone unreadable, "How did you get out? Did you escape?"

"How can it be."

Ke Shaohua straightened his neck, but quickly realized that he had spoken too loudly, so he immediately lowered his voice, "President Wang let me leave. He even bought the ticket for me. You can call him and ask if you don't believe me."

At this moment, Ke Shaohua was extremely frustrated. He hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home, and encountering this guy had brought him some bad luck.

(End of this chapter)