A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 248: The Second Level of Divine Blood Skill

Just as Shen Yanliu led a large group of people into Stone Monkey Lane and surrounded Wei Yutian's mysterious house, a ragged beggar huddled in the inconspicuous shadow at the entrance of the lane not far away. His hair was tangled and his face was covered in greasy dirt. He seemed to be frightened, and he shrank his neck and staggered to the other end of the lane...

In the secret room of the backyard, Duan Rong waved his sleeves, and a light powder was scattered on Xiao Yu's face. Then Duan Rong controlled his inner breath, and the delicate inner breath came out from his fingertips. Duan Rong skillfully pressed on several acupuncture points of Xiao Yu.

This is, after Duan Rong achieved the realm of subtlety, his control over internal energy also reached a new level. He could already use internal energy to flow out of his fingertips instead of silver needles to perform acupuncture.

With the help of acupuncture and the cooling and refreshing powder, Xiao Yu woke up almost instantly.

Xiao Yu woke up suddenly, and saw a dark shadow kneeling beside her in the rolling smoke and dust. She couldn't see the man's face clearly in the rolling smoke and dust.

She knew that her captor was a powerful Qi realm master. Seeing that this place was strange and unfamiliar, filled with smoke and dust, Xiao Yu felt cold all over and knew that her chances of survival were slim. She finally woke up and knew very well what would happen to her next. A strong desire to die instantly enveloped her.

Xiao Yu was about to circulate his internal energy and sever his own meridians to die, in order to avoid being humiliated alive.

At this moment, the kneeling black figure suddenly spoke. "Xiao Yu!"

Xiao Yu's scalp felt like it was electrified and tears flowed out uncontrollably. That was Duan Rong's voice.

It’s Duan Rong!
She stared blankly at the black shadow in the smoke and dust, the blurred outline of the person, just as if it was the back of the person who stood in front of her in the flash of swords on the day of her younger sister's funeral, traveling through time and space and appearing in front of her again.

Xiao Yu rushed over and hugged Duan Rong tightly, her defenses shattered, and she burst into tears...

Duan Rong knew that Xiao Yu had survived a desperate situation and her emotions were a little out of control, so he patted her shoulder and comforted her: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

It would have been fine if Duan Rong didn't comfort her. As soon as he did, Xiao Yu cried even harder...

While Duan Rong was comforting Xiao Yu, he carefully scanned the secret room with his spiritual sense.

When his spiritual sense swept through before, he paid attention to Xiao Yu and Wei Yutian, and just glanced over the layout of the secret room without paying attention to it.

At this moment, Duan Rong used his spiritual sense to carefully scan the secret room and was immediately shocked.

Because the construction method of this secret room has many similarities with the description of the mandala in the Garbha Sutra secret book that he had seen, Duan Rong can almost be sure that this secret room is also a mandala.

This Taizang Sutra and the Dirty Blood Divine Art, from the perspective of origin, might be the same thing...

Just as Duan Rong's mind was in turmoil, he suddenly "saw" a wooden box placed next to Xiao Yu. The lid of the wooden box had been cut open, and inside were two things that looked like copper cones.

Duan Rong swept his spiritual sense over it and found that the handle of the copper cone was actually a structure for sexual intercourse between a man and a woman, and the waist of the man and woman was exactly the depression for holding the hand.

Duan Rong's heart moved, and he held the copper cone in his hand. It was exquisitely designed and smooth to the touch. As soon as he grasped it, Duan Rong's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself, "Read the spirit of the instrument."

A set of data suddenly appeared in front of Duan Rong's eyes.

Object: Blood-stained Copper Cone
Spirit Level: Level 3

Devouring requirements: Host's mental strength level 3 (satisfied)

Devouring Effect: The Second Level of Dirty Blood Divine Art

Duan Rong looked at the data panel in front of him, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. This Dirty Blood Divine Art was obviously an evil art. Although it seemed to have the same origin as the Taizang Sutra in terms of the way it was practiced, its development direction was obviously completely different.

Duan Rong did not want to practice this evil martial art. What's more, the Filthy Blood Sect was wanted by the entire Taiyi Sect. Wouldn't it be a disaster for him to practice this martial art?
But he was also somewhat curious, and although he did not practice it, after swallowing it, he would be able to understand this technique better. If he were to run into the followers of the Filthy Blood Cult again in the future, he would be able to know himself as well as his enemy.

Duan Rong then secretly said, "Swallow."

At this moment, chaotic footsteps were heard outside the secret room, and Li Zhong walked in with five or six yamen runners.

At this time, the smoke and dust in the secret room mandala had spread and settled. After all, the originally closed stone door had been infused with true energy by Wei Yutian and had been smashed into pieces. The air was mixed and the smoke and dust overflowed.

Duan Rong heard the footsteps and immediately put the bloody copper cone in his hand back into the wooden box.

Xiao Yu had gradually stopped crying. She had vented her emotions and calmed down a lot. When the smoke and dust cleared, she looked at Duan Rong's face and felt an indescribable mix of emotions, including joy and sadness...

Li Zhong walked into the secret room and saw four tall statues of the Five-Power Evil God. He was obviously shocked. He glanced at Duan Rong on the high platform and looked at Xiao Yu beside him, saying, "Who is this woman?"

Duan Rong said: "She is Xiao Yu, the escort of Yuanshun Escort Agency. She was abducted from Yuanshun Escort Agency by Wei Yutian. She was to offer sacrifice to Wutong God while practicing the Dirty Blood Divine Art."

After hearing what Duan Rong said, Li Chong stopped talking. Since he was a victim, he was naturally not among those to be interrogated.

Li Zhong walked around the secret room and was obviously amazed at the various offerings inside. He turned around and told the people who came in with him, "Keep an eye on this secret room. No one is allowed to touch anything inside without permission."

After Li Zhong finished speaking, he strode out and prepared to report to Shen Yanliu.

Duan Rong also helped Xiao Yu up, and the two walked out of the secret room together.

Outside the secret room, next to the rockery in the backyard.

Two figures flashed by quickly, and Wei Yutian tried to move left and right, but was intercepted by Shen Yanliu. Moreover, every time Shen Yanliu intercepted, he would grab him with a steel-clad iron hand, and each time the angle was tricky and fierce. If it weren't for the Filthy Blood Divine Art to barely cope with it, Wei Yutian would have died long ago!
Wei Yutian dodged several times and was exhausted. His face was as pale as paper, his breath was gasping, and cold sweat was oozing out.

Shen Yanliu's eyes were fierce, his internal energy was surging, and he used the iron hook to grab Wei Yutian again.

Wei Yutian's blood-stained magic power was almost exhausted, so he had to dodge, but he was obviously a step too slow, and his entire right arm was broken by Shen Yanliu's iron hook.

The right arm was broken, but not a drop of blood was spilled, only a dense mass of blood threads, intertwined and rolling like a group of maggots...

A look of disgust welled up on Shen Yanliu's face and he threw his arm away. At this moment, a patrolling yamen runner happened to walk out from behind the rockery, and the broken arm hit him in the face. Suddenly, countless thin blood threads, like maggots on the tarsal bones, instantly attached to his face. As the yamen runner screamed, his face shriveled up rapidly, and after absorbing the blood, those blood threads began to grow wildly and spread along his neck, spreading to his whole body. In just a few breaths, the yamen runner turned into a mummy.

The broken arm that was attached to his face fell to the ground. The blood on the broken arm floated and swayed in the night as if it had eaten its fill...

Shen Yanliu's brows were twisted into a knot. He looked at Wei Yutian not far away and finally understood why Wei Yutian was so pale and there was no blood dripping from the arm that he had broken. It turned out that he had consumed his own blood and essence when he activated the Divine Blood Art.

At this moment, the blood gushing out from the broken arm on Wei Yutian's shoulder suddenly swirled and intertwined. The wound on Wei Yutian's shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a new arm actually grew from the original broken arm.

However, the arm was white, tender and small, just like gums.

(End of this chapter)