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

Chapter 320: Achievement in One Night

After Duan Rong came back from Shifang, he stayed in his cave and no one came to see him the whole day.

It seems that what Pan Yong said was right. In this case, when Shang Xiangyu needs to refine medicine, they, the medicine boys, need to do some preparatory work and will be busy for a while.

Normally, I am very free.

Duan Rong did not go to see Shen Mizhi.

It's not that he doesn't want to go. Although Shen Mizhi's position in his heart is obviously not as important as Xiao Yu and Ximen Kankan, the four of them came from Xiangu County together after all, and he and Shen Mizhi also have some bad fate.

But Shen Mizhi is in the Elders' Council.

The Council of Elders is the highest power center of Taiyi Sect, but it is not something that a registered disciple like him can go to whenever he wants.

Over the past few days, Duan Rong has gained a preliminary understanding of some of the institutions of Taiyi Sect.

Places like the Lower House, and the Weaponry and Stone Workshops under the Imperial Household Department were all very loosely managed, and many of the people there weren't even warriors...

However, the management of places like the Pharmacy, Guangluyuan, and Sutra Repository was much stricter. The people on duty and patrolling were at least warriors above the True Qi Realm. Although Duan Rong did not see it, he guessed that these places must be manned by warriors of higher realms.

If this is the case with the Pharmacy, Guangluyuan, and Jingzangyuan, one can imagine what the situation is like with the Elders' Council.

If Shen Mizhi was not the descendant of an official, she probably wouldn't be able to work as a maid in the Council of Elders?

Duan Rong sat cross-legged in the depths of the dark cave. He did not light a lamp. The medicinal power of the pills rushed through his meridians. In the darkness, Duan Rong frowned. He controlled his spiritual consciousness to penetrate his body and "introspect" the subtle changes in his meridians and dantian.

There is a certain degree of danger in using spiritual consciousness within the sect.

But firstly, Shang Xiangyu's place was far away from the core of the sect and was in a remote corner. Secondly, Duan Rong controlled his consciousness within his body and tried not to let it go out to reduce the risk of being detected.

Duan Rong did this because he was really stretched to the limit.

He would have to swallow two Zhengyang Pills in one night of practice.

For a normal warrior who has just entered the Qi realm, the medicinal power of one Zhengyang Pill is enough for him to refine for three days.

However, because Duan Rong first achieved the realm by devouring the spirit of the weapon, not only was the circulation of his true Qi more efficient, but his control over it was also more precise and delicate. This resulted in him refining and absorbing medicinal power at a speed far exceeding that of warriors of the same period.

The good side is that he can progress faster, but the bad side is that it costs more money. No, it costs more points, contribution points.

Contribution points are the hard currency in the sect. Secular silver and money are basically waste paper in the sect.

The Taiyi Sect has a firm control over Qingzhou through the system of outer disciples it has built.

It can take any resources in the secular world at will! It doesn't need money at all!
Duan Rong was using his spiritual consciousness to penetrate the body, trying to find a way to increase the utilization rate of the medicinal power and reduce the dissipation of the medicinal power flowing through the meridians...

As a newcomer, he was completely clueless about open source, so he could only work harder on cost-cutting...

In the valley outside the cave, white mist surged, and the dim light of the sky penetrated the dark clouds and descended into the valley...

Duan Rong suddenly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of foul air. He had refined two Zhengyang Pills overnight and had been trying hard to control the medicinal power so that it would not dissipate. He was extremely exhausted.

Duan Rong took a look at the soft sunlight coming in from outside the cave, wrapped himself in a blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Duan Rong seemed to have had a very long dream.

In his dream, he sometimes dreamed of Xiao Yu, and sometimes dreamed of Lu Qingzhu.

He didn't know why in his dream, Xiao Yu ignored him with a cold face, but Lu Qingzhu kept looking at him with a smile...

After Duan Rong woke up, he felt a splitting headache. He picked the boogers in his eyes, got off the stone bed and walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave, white fog rolled in and the sky was covered with dark clouds. The sky seemed no different from the early morning.

Duan Rong walked along the cliff to the water source, washed his face with the mountain spring flowing down the cliff, and then took a few gulps of cold spring water into his dry throat.

Duan Rong woke up, returned to the cave, took two empty sacks and a wooden barrel, and went into the dense forest.

Duan Rong first went to the pond in the dense forest and placed the wooden barrel and empty sack on a large bluestone beside the pond.

Then he jumped into the dense forest and brought back a pheasant.

Duan Rong cleaned the pheasant, then sat on a large bluestone and started roasting it.

While Duan Rong was roasting the pheasant, his eyes kept sweeping over the seemingly small pond.

This is a secluded pool with icy cold water. When Duan Rong was taking a bath that day, he was curious about the depth of the pool, so he dived down to find out what was inside.

But Duan Rong went deep into the darkness, with no trace of light around him, but the undercurrent still surged around his body...

The bottom of the dark pool was like an abyss, swallowing everything, with no bottom to be seen...

For some unknown reason, a great fear suddenly arose in Duan Rong's heart.

The fear was so deep that he began to tremble deep under the water.

Duan Rong immediately turned around, kicked his legs upward, and swam towards the bright water surface.

After a long while, the inexplicable fear gradually dissipated from the bottom of my heart...

Duan Rong surfaced, feeling a wave of fear in his heart.

Deep at the bottom of the pool, his mind was clearly shrouded in fear.

But what exactly caused that fear?

Is it just because of the bottomless darkness at the bottom of the pool?
Although Duan Rong didn't know why the fear arose, he had felt the reality and depth of that fear.

At that time, if his spirit had weakened even slightly, he would have been swallowed by the endless darkness and sunk to the bottom of the pool...

Stay away from the bottom of the pool... Duan Rong secretly reminded himself.

After Duan Rong finished the roast chicken, he sat on a large bluestone to rest for a while. Then he got up, fetched a bucket of water from the pond, and took it to the herb garden he tended.

Duan Rong looked at the messy medicinal garden in front of him and sighed slightly.

Xuanku Teng likes sunshine, is cold-resistant but not water-resistant.

Artemisia frostyata likes shade and a humid environment.

Duan Rong only poured a small amount of water on the roots of the Xuanku vine.

As for the places where Artemisia frostii was densely grown, he watered them thoroughly.

After Duan Rong finished watering, he carefully checked the growth of the herbs in each place.

He pulled out a few poorly growing Artemisia annua plants and threw them on the edge of the field.

These Artemisia frostii plants were planted in the wrong position. Not only will they not be able to grow into mature plants, but they will also affect the growth of the black withered vines next to them.

Duan Rong removed some weeds that had just sprouted and left the medicinal garden.

Duan Rong arrived at a clearing in the dense forest. He sat cross-legged on a bluestone beside the clearing. The true energy in his dantian instantly began to flow through his meridians...

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly opened, and with a whoosh, he drew out the Minghong Sword.

Duan Rong performed his sword techniques one after another in an open space in the dense forest.

By devouring the weapon spirit, Duan Rong has acquired two sword techniques at the Qi level.

One is the withered and flourishing Prajna sword, and the other is the whisk-splitting mountain sword.

Duan Rong directly achieved the first level of both sword techniques. After practicing each technique three times, Duan Rong was already sweating profusely, and his eyes showed a deep contemplation.

According to his understanding, the Kuruo Prajna Sword is a sword technique that focuses more on growth. The power of the first level is somewhat mediocre, but it is continuous and has internal circulation. If the level of true qi is improved, the power will obviously increase greatly.

This is also the normal way of thinking in martial arts.

But this whisk-splitting mountain knife is a bit strange.

I don't know whether the senior who created the achievement had a sudden inspiration or a brain short circuit, but he actually wanted to combine the delicate and sophisticated fighting styles with the fierce and aggressive fighting styles into one sword technique.

Duan Rong already felt that this first level was a bit out of place. If he reached the later levels, Duan Rong doubted that this sword technique would collapse.

At the very least, it would not live up to its name, and I'm afraid that between delicacy and sophistication and reckless and fierce attack, one would have to be sacrificed.

Although Duan Rong was not optimistic about the later stages of this sword technique, he had to admit that the first stage of this sword technique still had its merits, with a sense of taking an unconventional approach and achieving victory by surprise.

Although it is difficult to fight, the power is indeed amazing!

After Duan Rong finished practicing two sword techniques, he suddenly jumped up with a sword in his hand. The sword flashed and smashed the treetops above his head into pieces. Then, with the surge of his true energy, he rolled the sword and scatter the flying fallen leaves over the open space.

Suddenly, the sky above the open space was filled with green rain and broken leaves were flying!
Duan Rong suddenly flashed back and forth in the middle of the open space. His waist was twisting like a water snake and dense broken leaves were falling beside him.

He walked back and forth in the green rain of broken leaves, but not a single leaf got on his body.

Only when the broken leaves fell to the ground did Duan Rong stop and breathe heavily.

He suddenly laughed at himself and said, "When the Hundred Flowers Step is performed, the figure is really enchanting! If Ximen Kankan sees it, he will definitely make a joke of it..."

Duan Rong practiced three martial arts in a row, which consumed a lot of energy. However, he still performed the last leg skill - Broken Monument Kick three times before finally stopping.

Duan Rong was sweating all over and his eyes were dull.

He had just entered the Qi realm when he absorbed four martial arts at once: two sword techniques, one light body technique, and one leg technique.

He was not afraid, as he would never rot if he was greedy for too many titles, because he had obtained this realm through devouring, and it could be said that he had directly absorbed it.

However, after practicing the four martial arts, he still felt confused.

Duan Rong knew very well that the reason for this chaotic feeling was that he had not determined a main axis.

Just like when he was in the Inner Breath Realm, no matter how many martial arts he absorbed, his main skill was always the Five Tigers and Sheep Swords.

But now he has no idea what his major is.

Is it the Kurong Prajna Blade? Maybe, he is not sure.

However, Duan Rong is no longer in a hurry to figure out this problem.

After practicing and exploring the entire realm of Inner Breath, he is no longer a rookie when it comes to cultivation.

He knows exactly how to exploit his advantages.

He can directly obtain a realm by devouring the spirit of the weapon.

In other words, as long as he has achieved a certain level of inner strength and true energy, he can master any martial arts overnight.

Therefore, the confusion he felt was actually a kind of maladjustment, an illusion, and a dependence on past practice experience, which was not worth mentioning at all!
After thinking this through, Duan Rong suddenly felt relieved.

Duan Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead with the corner of his sleeve, walked to the tree branch next to him, pulled down the two empty sacks hanging there, and spread them out in the middle of the open space.

He flipped his hand and grasped a brown porcelain bottle in his hand.

Duan Rong opened the bottle cork and sprinkled the powder evenly on the two empty sacks. Then Duan Rong jumped onto the nearest treetop.

He lay on a tree branch with his legs crossed.

He knew what the scene was like in the open space in the dense forest without even looking. All kinds of poisonous insects, snakes and ants would crawl out, densely packed together.

In order to avoid the discomfort caused by his trypophobia, he didn't even bother watching it and just took this time to take a break.

Duan Rong rested for a while on the tree branch before turning his head. He saw two dark objects with blurred edges in the clearing of the dense forest...

Those were all gathered by poisonous insects...

Duan Rong jumped down from the tree, carrying two sacks full of poisonous insects.

At this time, dusk had fallen in the dense forest. Duan Rong was carrying two sacks and walking hurriedly towards somewhere in the dense forest. It was time for him to feed the black blood vine once every three days.

When Duan Rong finished feeding the black blood vine and walked out of the vine-wrapped stone wall, it was already completely dark.

Duan Rong was clutching two empty sacks as he flashed through the dense forest. He was going to go to the pond in the forest to wash off his sweat before returning.

Duan Rong was dressed in a clean manner. He carried an empty wooden barrel with two empty sacks stuffed inside and walked back to his cave.

Duan Rong placed the empty wooden barrel in the corner of the cave entrance, then walked straight to the stone bed and climbed up.

In the dark cave, Duan Rong's eyes were shining.

He climbed onto the stone bed and sat cross-legged, slowly regulating his breathing. Then, as he breathed in and out, his true energy began to flow through his meridians.

After a few breaths, Duan Rong flipped his hand and threw a Zhengyang Pill into his mouth.

He knew in his heart that this night would be another sleepless and boring night of training.

The days passed one by one, and in this undisturbed cave, Duan Rong once again started his crazy training mode that pushed himself to the limit.

With the nourishment of the medicinal power of the two Zhengyang Pills refined overnight, the true energy in his body gradually condensed and grew stronger day by day at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the evening three days later, Duan Rong once again carried two bulging sacks and walked into the depths of the cave where the black blood vine was located.

Every time he entered this cave, the damp and corrupt smell made Duan Rong feel uncomfortable.

Duan Rong held a torch and walked to the edge of the dark rock formation. He looked up and saw two deerskins thrown there, covered in blood, obviously having been peeled off not long ago.

It seems that Chen Hu has already come to feed the blood food.

Duan Rong put down one sack and grabbed another one. Suddenly, black rain was falling, and the poisonous insects in the sacks were scattered around a black blood vine with a crackling sound.

Duan Rong threw away the empty sack in his hand and followed the same method, filling the area around a black blood vine with poisonous insects.

Duan Rong picked up two empty sacks and was about to leave. He already knew how the black blood vine eats. It would turn blood and poisonous insects into pus, which was absorbed into the body through the vine and turned into nutrients for growth.

The pus from the melting vines smelled extremely bad. Duan Rong didn't want to stay any longer because he knew the stench would soon spread...

Just as Duan Rong turned around, he suddenly frowned and stared at the crown of one of the black blood vines.

Duan Rong knew very well that each of the two black blood vines had two fruits shining with a faint green light on its crown.

But at this moment, a fruit on one of the black blood vines no longer shone with a green light, but instead shone with a faint red light, and there seemed to be black spots floating in the red light...

"Is this... mature?"

Duan Rong was not sure whether Chen Hu saw a ripe fruit on the black blood vine when he was feeding him blood.

He decided to tell Pan Yong about this matter as soon as he got up early the next morning.

This was what Pan Yong had told him before. If he found that the fruits of the black blood vine were ripe, he must remember to tell him.

(End of this chapter)