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

Chapter 335 This temptation is too great

After Duan Rong devoured and digested the spirits of the discarded debris, he separated the true from the false and integrated and analyzed the various confusing information he had obtained.

He had already understood Shang Xiangyu's thoughts.

The thirty-six Blood Spring Pills that Shang Xiangyu refined using his own brother as the medicine could only alleviate his origin depletion syndrome and could only buy him half a year at most.

He would use this half year to find a way to join the Filthy Blood Cult, practice the Filthy Blood Magic, and completely cure his own source depletion disease.

The moment Duan Rong understood Shang Xiangyu's thoughts, he came to another conclusion that shocked him.

That is, Shang Xiangyu will never come back.

The moment this thought flashed through Duan Rong's mind, his eyes suddenly lit up.

If Shang Xiangyu didn't come back, he wouldn't have to leave Taiyi Sect.

But in fact, Duan Rong didn't want to leave at all.

In Qingzhou, he has the most real and impeccable identity. This is the identity he brought with him through time and space, without a trace of falsehood.

Moreover, he had to go through so many days and nights of hard training, so many life-and-death trials, and the killing of Jie Daohan and Fan Yuanhai before he finally reached this day.

Entered the sect!
He really doesn't want to give these up!
What's more, here are the friends he least wants to give up, Ximen Kankan and others, and Xiao Yu...

Moreover, as long as Shang Xiangyu does not come back, Duan Rong is very confident that he will be promoted to an outer disciple in three years.

In that case, at worst he could be sent out as a county magistrate.

It would be nice to be able to go to a small place and become a local emperor.

Build a family with Xiao Yucheng and raise two more kids.

The wife and children are so happy, I don’t know how many times better they are than in the last life? !
However, all this is based on the premise that Shang Xiangyu will never come back.

But the question is... Is Shang Xiangyu really not coming back? Can we be sure of that?
Duan Rong subconsciously rubbed his fingertips and fell into deep thought.

Duan Rong believed that with Shang Xiangyu's wisdom and means, he would definitely be able to find a way to join the Filthy Blood Cult.

He is a warrior at the Yuanqi realm and a pharmacist, so the Filthy Blood Sect will definitely accept him.

Especially since he is a pharmacist, he is probably the most needed talent in the Filthy Blood Sect.

So, after he joins the Filthy Blood Sect, practices the Filthy Blood Divine Art, and completely cures his own Source Depletion Disease, will he return to the Taiyi Sect?
Duan Rong's eyes flickered deeply, and multiple thoughts were churning and colliding...

Finally, his flickering eyes finally fixed.

At this moment, he finally became completely certain that Shang Xiangyu would not come back.

If he practiced the Divine Art of Filthy Blood, cured his own source depletion, and then returned to the sect, I'm afraid too much time would have passed.

He had been away for such a long time, and his sudden return would definitely bring him under the sect's scrutiny.

Who can guarantee that he can withstand the scrutiny?

Moreover, the Filthy Blood Sect would never let him come back. Training a pharmacist requires a lot of resources, and even in the sect, pharmacists have a respected status.

How could the Filthy Blood Cult allow a pharmacist to return?

Even if he was willing to take the risk, the top leaders of the Filthy Blood Cult would not let him do so.

Once this was confirmed, Duan Rong felt a surge of excitement.

Unexpectedly, things would take such an unexpected turn.

He didn't have to do anything to break free from Shang Xiangyu's control, and he didn't have to flee at all.

Duan Rong stacked several books in their original order. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head to look at a black iron cabinet placed in the corner not far from the table.

The cupboard was not big and was divided into two layers. The upper layer was a drawer, and the lower layer was two doors that opened opposite each other.

This cabinet is made of pure iron.

He stayed in the mountains for a long time, creating his own world and hardly communicating with the outside world.

There were many workshops under the Taifu Hall, and the craftsmen in the workshops were obviously very skilled in mechanical skills.

Duan Rong was amazed by the complex mechanism of the star disk alone.

The two-story large alchemy furnace and the black iron cabinet that Shang Xiangyu has here were also made in the workshop under the Taifu Hall.

The upper drawer of the black iron cabinet and the two double doors at the bottom were all locked with two copper locks.

Duan Rong knew that Pan Yong had the key to the locks on the two double doors.

A few days ago, when they were cleaning up the stone house together, Pan Yong opened the copper lock and counted and sorted out some bottles and jars in the cupboard.

But even Pan Yong didn't have the key to the drawer above. The key must have been taken away by Shang Xiangyu.

When cleaning the house that day, Duan Rong had already used his spiritual sense to penetrate the drawer.

There was a jade pendant, a belt, a bottle of elixir, and Shang Xiangyu's star chart.

The thing Duan Rong values most is Shang Xiangyu's star chart.

Shang Xiangyu's star chart still has 6,500 contribution points.

Six thousand five hundred points!

He earns 60 points a month from Xia Honghua, which is only 720 points a year!
In fact, the most important thing is not the points, but the authority of Shang Xiangyu!

If he used the star chart in Shang Xiangyu, he would be able to exchange out all the remaining layers of the auxiliary medicines in the Taizang Sutra!

The original practice of the Taizang Sutra is actually a slow and steady process, almost as slow as a turtle's crawl, and extremely difficult to achieve.

However, through the strange method of devouring tree spirits, he was able to complete the Taizang Sutra, which was originally extremely difficult to practice, almost overnight.

If he could really exchange all the remaining layers of auxiliary medicines at once, then he would be able to complete the twelve layers of the Taizang Sutra in just a few days.

After completing the twelfth level of the Taizang Sutra, his mental strength will break through to the thirteenth level in one fell swoop.

Moreover, there is the art of the soul, and the art of the soul will become more and more powerful in the future.

If he had this, he would be almost invincible in the same level, and his cultivation speed would reach a terrifying level.

This temptation is really too great!
Duan Rong clenched his fists and calmed the throbbing in his heart.

These are just ideas at the planning level, and ideas without specific implementation paths are nothing more than fantasies.

If this plan is to be implemented, since Shang Xiangyu has confirmed that he will not return, the only obstacle is actually Pan Yong.

"Brother! I never thought that even without Master Shang coming back, I would have to kill you!"

Duan Rong suddenly sighed, but his face was cold and expressionless.

If Shang Xiangyu didn't come back, Pan Yong would have died even if he didn't kill him.

Because Pan Yong was poisoned by Shang Xiangyu's insect poison, once he finished taking the pill, the insect poison would attack him, and he would be unable to live or die...

As for how he could use Shang Xiangyu's star chart to exchange for the remaining layers of auxiliary medicines after Pan Yong's death without leaving any tails for others to catch.

Regarding this, Duan Rong already had a very good plan in mind!

So, the key point is to clear the obstacle of Pan Yong.

Duan Rong put the stack of books in his hand back into the stone bed, and then he closed the stone slab in the secret compartment of the stone bed again.

The moment he pressed down the stone slab, he clearly heard a short friction sound coming from the stone pillow on the stone bed.

Then, the stone slab in the secret compartment fit together with the surrounding stones with perfect seams. If you didn't rub it carefully with your hands, you wouldn't be able to detect the problem at all.

Duan Rong blew out the candle and returned it to its place. He then glanced at the low black iron cabinet in the corner and walked out of Shang Xiangyu's cave. As soon as Duan Rong left Shang Xiangyu's cave, he immediately returned to his own cave. He had practiced all night without sleep and had just overused his brain, so he was extremely tired.

Duan Rong walked to the depths of the cave, lay down on the stone bed, and fell asleep instantly.

Duan Rong slept for only about two hours before waking up leisurely.

He picked the boogers from his eyes, poured himself a bamboo tube of clear water from a black pottery jar, and poured it down his throat in one gulp.

Then, Duan Rong immediately sat cross-legged on the stone bed and immersed his mind.

The true energy in the Dantian then began to circulate through the meridians.

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

As the pill enters the mouth, a warm feeling spreads in the stomach.

Duan Rong circulated his true energy and began to refine the medicinal power that seeped into his meridians from his stomach.

He has decided not to go to Xia Honghua's place in the next few days.

You must concentrate on practicing to make your true energy become stronger quickly.

Then find an opportunity to get rid of Pan Yong as soon as possible.

As the saying goes, the longer the night, the more dreams there are. Many things cannot wait.

For the next few days, Duan Rong stayed in the cave to practice hard, almost ignoring worldly affairs.

Duan Rong practiced hard every day and only drank water to fill his stomach, but on this day he even drank up all the water in the black pottery jar.

This kind of ascetic practice is absolutely impossible when one is in the state of inner breathing.

Because internal energy is produced by qi and blood. If the diet is insufficient and the qi and blood are deficient, then cultivation will be in vain.

But the condensation of true Qi is completely different from internal breath.

It has nothing to do with the body's qi and blood, but some residual medicinal power of the pills can also nourish the body, so it is okay for Duan Rong to drink only water for several days.

When Duan Rong woke up, his throat was dry. When he poured water, he found that the black pottery jar was empty.

Duan Rong wiped the mucus from his eyes, then picked up the thin hemp rope tied to the handle of the black pottery jar and went to the water source on the cliff.

Duan Rong walked to a mountain spring flowing down the cliff, stretched his neck and gulped down a large gulp of clear water.

After drinking enough, Duan Rong burped, then scooped up some water with his hands and washed his face.

Come to think of it, he hadn't washed his face for several days.

After washing his face, Duan Rong wiped the water stains on his face with his sleeves, then picked up the black pottery jar and filled the entire jar with water from the gurgling mountain spring.

Duan Rong carried the black pottery jar and walked back along the cliff.

He had just walked not far from Shang Xiangyu's cave when he suddenly saw a figure standing on the large platform outside Shang Xiangyu's cave.

Duan Rong looked at the silhouette and felt that it looked familiar. After taking a few more steps, he recognized that it was Old Man Qin from the lower house.

Come to think of it, it was this old guy who got himself into this situation.

When Duan Rong first arrived, he only knew that the old man's surname was Qin. After some time, he already knew that the old man's full name was Qin Yun.

Duan Rong walked to a place not far behind Old Man Qin and said with a smile, "Old Man Qin, what are you doing here?"

Old man Qin was originally hesitating and was startled by the voice behind him. He turned his head and saw Duan Rong's appearance. He was so scared that he took a step back and his face changed.

Duan Rong had an unshaven beard, his hair was messy like weeds, his clothes were wrinkled, and his face was wet as if it had been covered in dew overnight.

This is only the case within the Taiyi Sect. If he were outside, Duan Rong's appearance would be no different from that of a beggar.

Old Man Qin was stunned for a moment, but he finally recognized Duan Rong. "Duan boy, have you been abused by someone? You don't even know how to clean up your hair and beard?"

Duan Rong said honestly, "I'm busy. What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Old Man Qin glanced at Duan Rong and said, "I'll take a bottle of Shui Zhong Yue back with me."

Old man Qin had tuberculosis and often coughed up blood. He met Shang Xiangyu by chance, and Shang Xiangyu gave him a bottle of Shui Zhongyue's potion.

The potion was milky white, like moonlight in the water, hence the beautiful name.

He took a spoonful of the medicine and dissolved it in a bowl of water and drank it. He stopped coughing for two or three days.

Therefore, he relied on this medicine to stay alive, and often brought people from the Lower House to Shang Xiangyu.

However, although this medicine has a beautiful name, it is poisonous. If taken for a long time, toxins will accumulate in the body, and slowly all the internal organs will rot.

But if Old Man Qin doesn't take this medicine, he probably won't be able to last even a month, so why would he care about so many other things?

The last time he got medicine was the day he brought Duan Rong here. Now, it had been almost a month since that day, so he was ready to come get another bottle.

Old Man Qin said, "I don't think Master Shang is here..."

Old Man Qin is in charge of the Lower House. Any registered disciples who want to leave the mountain must have the approval of the Lower House, so he knows very well who is in the mountain and who is not.

But Shang Xiangyu was an inner sect disciple and was not under his charge. He had no way of knowing whether Shang Xiangyu went in or out of the mountains.

Duan Rong said, "Yes. Shangshi has left the mountain. He said he will be gone for half a year."

When Old Man Qin heard that Shang Xiangyu would be away from home for more than half a year, his face changed immediately.

Duan Rong saw the grim expression on Old Man Qin's face and knew what he was worried about. He said, "It's okay. Shang Shijie seems to have kept the potion in his cupboard. Pan Yong has the key. I'll take you to him."

As Duan Rong spoke, he led Old Man Qin to the entrance of Pan Yong's cave.

The mission that Pan Yong took on in Guangluyuan to earn contribution points lasted a total of five days.

Today, five days had passed and it was morning again. Duan Rong guessed that Pan Yong should be in the cave.

"Senior Brother Pan Yong!"

Duan Rong shouted from the entrance of the cave.

There was no light or rustling sound in the dark depths of the cave. But after a few breaths, a face emerged from the shadows. It was Pan Yong.

Pan Yong walked out of the cave, glanced at Duan Rong, and then his eyes moved and he looked at Old Man Qin beside Duan Rong.

Duan Rong said, "Old Qin, come and get the Moon in the Water."

Pan Yong nodded and said, "Let's go to the Shangshi and I'll give it to you."

Old Man Qin's face lit up with joy when he heard this, and he thanked Pan Yong and Duan Rong repeatedly.

When Duan Rong saw Pan Yong and Old Man Qin walking towards Shang Xiangyu, he carried the black pottery jar and walked towards his cave.

Old Man Qin and Pan Yong walked for a distance. Old Man Qin turned around and looked at Duan Rong's back not far away. Even from such a distance, Duan Rong's messy hair like a bird's nest was still somewhat eye-catching.

Old Man Qin said, "How did Duan Rong get himself into that state? I was so scared when I saw him today."

Pan Yong laughed and said, "When I first saw him, I thought he was possessed by a demon. But when I saw that he was talking and acting normally, I realized that Junior Brother Duan Rong was obsessed with martial arts. He never washed or combed his hair, and practiced hard in the cave every day."

"Although I'm not a warrior, I've heard that haste makes waste, and perseverance won't last forever." Old Man Qin muttered to himself, "Staying awake without washing or combing your hair, and practicing arduously in the cave all day? Is that really necessary?"

When Pan Yong first heard this, he didn't care at all. How could an old man who didn't know martial arts talk about the training of martial artists?

But after taking two steps, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and he became very alert.

Old man Qin is right.

is this necessary?

He never washed or combed his hair, and practiced asceticism in the cave every day. What on earth did he want to do?
(End of this chapter)