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

Chapter 315 Five Poisons Transformed into Blood
When Duan Rong first arrived at Shenyun Mansion, he went to the pharmacy to ask about pills for the Zhenqi realm.

After all, Shenyun Mansion is the capital of Qingzhou. Duan Rong originally expected that there must be Qi realm pills here.

But after asking around, he found out that the pills for the True Qi Realm were not circulated in the secular world at all, but were completely controlled by the sect.

As long as they are outer disciples of the sect, no matter if they are in the sect or sent out, Taiyi Sect will supply them with pills in a fixed quantity.

If you have made meritorious service, the rewards will include pills of different qualities.

The Taiyi Sect prohibits the circulation of pills in the secular world, which is also a strategy for it to control the world.

The so-called hero breaks the law with force.

In this way, the growth of Qi Realm warriors who are not affiliated with the sect can be suppressed, making it easier for the sect to better control the world.

Today is Duan Rong’s first day in the sect.

He sat cross-legged in this dark cave, his eyes flickering.

He is now a registered disciple of the sect.

The Taiyi Sect must have some resources allocated to registered disciples. After all, these registered disciples are all talented young people selected by the sect from all over the country. They are the fresh blood that supplements the sect.

He must be able to obtain the Qi Realm pills through regular channels.

However, Duan Rong's method of cultivation is to directly obtain a realm by devouring weapon spirits, so the speed at which he consumes pills is much faster than that of a normal practicing warrior.

Normal means alone may not be able to satisfy his cultivation needs.

This is also why he wants to be a medicine boy.

Today in the lower house, when Old Man Qin took out the three poisonous weeds, he had already thought it through, so he recognized the three poisonous weeds in public.

Shang Xiangyu is a pharmacist, and those pills are all made by the pharmacist in the sect.

As a medicine boy, he might have a chance to get pills directly from Shang Xiangyu. This is one possibility.

Duan Rong came here with a longer-term plan in mind, which was that he wanted to make medicine himself.

Just like how he eventually inherited Shen Ping's poison skills by devouring the many artifacts left behind by Shen Ping in the Wild Boar Mountain Cave.

Now that he is here, he can also try to obtain the method of refining medicine by devouring the spirit of the weapon.

However, this is a long-term matter and requires careful consideration.

After spending half a day together, Duan Rong discovered that not only was Shang Xiangyu deep-minded and difficult to fathom, but even Pan Yong and the others were not easy to get along with.

He must be careful at all times, get familiar with them first, and then take his time and act according to circumstances.

Although Duan Rong was very tired, he still sat cross-legged on the stone bed and practiced for more than an hour before blowing out the candle and lying down with the blanket...

Although he didn't have any pills and his training speed was as slow as a turtle's, Duan Rong never wasted a single day.

"I wonder how Xiao Yu and the others are doing..." Duan Rong thought of Xiao Yu and the others before falling asleep.

In front of a stone wall covered with vines in the dense forest at the back mountain, Shang Xiangyu suddenly crawled into a dense patch of vines, and found a cave entrance hidden behind the vines.

Shang Xiangyu was at the entrance of the cave. He put down the sack in his hand, took out a fire starter, and lit the torch stuck on the stone wall at the entrance of the cave.

Shang Xiangyu held up a large stone pot in one hand and a torch and the mouth of a sack in the other, and walked slowly into the depths of the cave.

This pitch-black cave is actually interconnected and extremely deep, and many places do not seem to be man-made.

Shang Xiangyu was obviously very familiar with the caves here. He turned around several cave entrances and walked into a stone cave on the rugged rocks that hurt his feet.

The top and walls of this cave are covered with sharp protruding rocks.

The ground was also covered with sharp rocks, but a path had been cleared out, and Shang Xiangyu followed the path to the deepest part of the cave.

Shang Xiangyu was at the deepest part of the cave. He put down the big stone pot and the bulging sack in his hands. He held up the torch and took a look. He saw a fist-sized black hole not far in front of him.

That black hole, like a spring, seemed deep and bottomless.

Shang Xiangyu took a deep breath at the spring, and the rich vital energy of heaven and earth immediately rushed into his body through his nasal cavity.

The dried-up spring actually connected to the canyon space that was distorted by the relics of gods and demons.

In the canyon space surrounding the ruins of gods and demons, the concentration of heaven and earth energy is far higher than anywhere else.

Shang Xiangyu stuck the torch into the stone wall beside him, took off his wrinkled Taoist robe, and stood there naked.

In the light of the fire, Shang Xiangyu looked at his own horrible and strange body, and his eyes were filled with deep disgust.

The skin on his hands, legs and abdomen was wrinkled like an old man, especially the wrinkles on his belly, which even drooped down in strips.

But the skin on his chest and face was still firm, and his face, which was in its thirties, did not even have a wrinkle because it was well maintained.

Shang Xiangyu looked at the wrinkled skin hanging down from his belly and felt nauseous.

Four years ago, Shang Xiangyu had already achieved the great perfection of the Yuan Qi realm.

But his first attempt to reach the cyclone realm failed!

In order to attack the cyclone, he collected skills and refined pills, preparing for two years.

This time, he summed up the experience of the first failure and was quite confident about the second attempt, but the result was still a failure!

Shang Xiangyu is extremely talented and is considered a leader even among the inner disciples.

But the failure of two consecutive attempts to tie the knot was a great blow to him. He became discouraged and even despaired of tying the knot.

Therefore, he exiled himself to the mountains and forests, wanting to spend the rest of his life in the forest and live with wild beasts.

It was during this process that he accidentally discovered that there was an abandoned grave near the cave where he lived.

The grave was very simple, without even a tombstone. Shang Xiangyu didn't care, as he thought that when he died of old age in the forest, he would probably be buried in a simple and desolate grave unknown to anyone.

Just a few days later, Shang Xiangyu suddenly heard a noisy sound coming from the desolate grave at the entrance of the cave.

Shang Xiangyu walked over slowly and saw someone digging a grave.

Shang Xiangyu had already regarded the person buried in the desolate grave as someone who shared the same fate.

Seeing that someone was digging up his grave after his death, he became furious. He suddenly jumped out and killed the man who was digging up the grave without saying a word.

The man's heart was suddenly broken, but a happy smile was still frozen on his face.

Shang Xiangyu looked carefully and saw that the man was holding a yellowish human skin roll in his hand, and in the dug-up grave, there was a pile of white bones.

Shang Xiangyu stared at the dead man, his face stiff with a strange smile still remaining.

The man was obviously happy because he had dug out the human skin scroll from the tomb, but he was suddenly beaten to death by himself.

Shang Xiangyu bent down and picked up the human skin scroll, only to see that it was covered with densely packed small characters.

Shang Xiangyu's eyes moved, this turned out to be a secret technique.

The Nine Netherworld Hidden Art.

The strange and wonderful thing about this technique is that it conceived a completely new method of swirl.

Using this technique to form a vortex can break through the many shackles of the original vortex.

However, there are many disadvantages to using this technique to form a vortex. For example, it can only be cultivated to the middle stage of the vortex formation realm, and it is impossible to break through to the late stage of great perfection, and it is even more impossible to advance to the cave realm.

Shang Xiangyu held the scroll of martial arts with hesitant eyes.

Perhaps it was because of this technique that Shang Xiangyu suddenly gained the energy. He returned to the sect and prepared to attack the third time. As expected, he still failed!

On the night of his third failure, Shang Xiangyu began to practice the Nine Netherworld Hidden Art!

After this refining, he became a person who was neither human nor ghost.

When Shang Xiangyu discovered that his lifespan was fading and his limbs were like dead wood, he understood that the Nine Netherworld Hidden Art was actually a trap set by the dead bones in the tomb.

Perhaps he himself died while practicing this technique, so he left clues to lure people to dig up his grave, hoping to pass on this harmful trap.

But I happened to bump into him!
In the cave, the light from the torches on the stone wall illuminated Shang Xiangyu's face, and a hint of ruthlessness suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Shang Xiangyu sat cross-legged beside the dried-up spring, clasped his hands together, and the vital energy in his dantian instantly evaporated, rushing through his meridians like a waterfall!
Shang Xiangyu suddenly opened the bulging sack and poured the contents of the sack over his head.

With a rustling sound, under the light of the fire, I could see that it was actually a sack of poisonous snakes, centipedes, scorpions, spiders...

A sack full of poisonous insects almost submerged Shang Xiangyu's legs as he sat cross-legged.

But those poisonous insects did not move at all, as if they were dead.

After pouring out the poisonous insects, Shang Xiangyu threw away the empty sack, picked up the large stone pot beside him with both hands, and slowly poured the thick purple-black slurry in the pot over his head.

Shang Xiangyu poured the sticky liquid very carefully, covering every inch of his skin.

The purple-black liquid slowly flowed through Shang Xiangyu's body and gathered under his cross-legged legs.

Gradually, the dead poisonous insects were soaked in the purple-black sticky liquid...

Those dead poisonous insects began to wriggle in the purple-black sticky liquid...

Moreover, the eyes of those poisonous insects instantly turned blood red and began to crawl around frantically.

But within a few breaths, those frenzied poisonous insects had already crawled all over Shang Xiangyu's body, wriggling and twisting, biting his body...

The great pain made Shang Xiangyu grit his teeth and let out a series of muffled groans.

This process lasted for half an incense stick.

Half an incense stick later, Shang Xiangyu's face turned as black as ink, and the area around him where he sat cross-legged was filled with the corpses of poisonous insects...

These poisonous insects all died violently from being poisoned, and all the toxins in their bodies were injected into Shang Xiangyu's body.

Shang Xiangyu took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, circulated the vital energy in his body, and formed seals with his hands. The black energy on his face sank little by little and gathered into a dark cloud-like ink on his chest.

Then the thick black ink gradually spread into his wrinkled limbs and abdomen.

At that moment, the wrinkled skin seemed to have recovered a little, especially on the chest, where the junction of the wrinkled skin and the healthy skin seemed to have retreated an inch.

But that was only for a moment. After a few breaths, the wrinkles at the junction that had retreated began to wrinkle again, but they were slightly less severe than before.

Shang Xiangyu looked at the junction on his chest, which had hardly changed, and his eyes were suddenly filled with disappointment.

Half a month ago, this Five Poisons Transforming Blood method could reduce the spread of wrinkles by one inch each time it was used. However, only half a month has passed, and now the wrinkles at the junction have stopped disappearing, but the degree of wrinkles has only eased a little.

"It seems that this method of transforming the five poisons into blood is becoming increasingly difficult to delay the spread of my body's withering."

A hint of gray and dejected look flashed in Shang Xiangyu's eyes.

As soon as wrinkles appear on his face, his life will end.

"I hope I can refine the rejuvenation elixir before that." Fear flashed across Shang Xiangyu's face. He originally thought that he was a person who didn't care about life and death, but only when death was really approaching did he feel the fear like an abyss and how it made people tremble.

"As long as the black blood vine bears fruit, I can start refining it immediately. I will definitely catch up." Shang Xiangyu muttered to himself, his face even a little distorted.

As soon as the sun rose, Duan Rong woke up in the cave.

He took off his dusty robe and put on the green Taoist robe in his backpack.

Duan Rong changed his clothes, tightened his belt, and slowly walked out of the cave. He walked along the edge of the cliff and came to a mountain spring flowing down the cliff.

This is where they usually use water, and it is the nearest water source.

This was what Yin Cong told him yesterday evening when he brought him to wash the pots and dishes.

There is a pool of water in the dense forest, which is where they take a bath.

Duan Rong washed his face with the cold spring water, rinsed his mouth, and then drank a few sips of the spring water.

The spring water was cold and sweet. The drowsiness disappeared immediately after the cold water hit me.

Duan Rong walked back along the edge of the cliff, and saw that the fog in the valley that was blown away by the strong wind last night was gradually floating up again.

Duan Rong walked to the cave entrance, but saw a figure standing in front of his cave.

Duan Rong's eyes moved and he recognized it was Pan Yong.

Duan Rong walked over quickly and said with a smile, "Brother Pan, you came to see me so early, there must be something."

Pan Yong said, "Junior brother, you got up early. You and I will go to the dense forest for a while."

After Pan Yong finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the other side along the cliff, and Duan Rong immediately followed him.

The two men walked into the depths of the dense forest. Suddenly, Pan Yong stopped at an open space in the forest and spread the two empty sacks in his hands on the ground.

Duan Rong watched Pan Yong's movements. Although he had no idea what Pan Yong was doing, he knew that Pan Yong was definitely going to demonstrate something to him again.

Pan Yong spread out two empty sacks, then suddenly flipped his hand and grasped a brown porcelain bottle in his hand. He glanced at Duan Rong and said, "Be careful to hold your breath. This powder is poisonous."

Duan Rong nodded. In fact, he had already held his breath the moment Pan Yong took out the porcelain bottle.

As he had just arrived, he had to be careful in everything.

Pan Yong opened the bottle and sprinkled the powder on the two sacks spread out in the open space.

After evenly sprinkling the powder on the surface of the two sacks, Pan Yong put the cork on the bottle and said, "Let's go and hide in the tree."

The two of them flashed and jumped into the crown of a large beech tree beside them.

Pan Yong's eyes moved. Duan Rong's lightness skills just now were graceful and natural, and were obviously better than his.

Duan Rong did not want to hide his incompetence. He had just arrived here, and only by showing his strength could he win the respect of others and avoid unnecessary trouble.

He also wanted to get along with Pan Yong and the others, and only by showing your own value will others be willing to play with you.

The two men hid in the tree canopy. After a few breaths, all kinds of snakes, insects and poisonous creatures crawled in from the cracks in the rocks and the grass, and crawled onto the two sacks.

Duan Rong frowned as he looked at the densely packed poisonous insects; his claustrophobia was acting up.

There are so many poisonous insects hiding in this open space.

Pan Yong glanced at him and said, "The smell of this poison powder can attract these poisonous insects and anesthetize them."

Sure enough, Duan Rong had seen that some of the poisonous insects that had crawled onto the sacks had already died there, not moving at all.

About half an incense stick later, the two men filled two small sacks of poisonous insects in the open space.

Pan Yong was holding a sack, looking at Duan Rong, and said with a smile: "Come on, I'll take you to our secret base."

"Secret base?"

Pan Yong was already carrying a sack and walking towards somewhere in the dense forest. Duan Rong immediately followed with another sack.

(End of this chapter)