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

Chapter 343: Cold Yin Hand Soul Seal

Yang Sixian suddenly took three slow steps forward and stood in front of Duan Rong.

Duan Rong raised his head and looked at Yang Sixian in a daze. He didn't know what Yang Sixian was going to do, but he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Yang Sixian suddenly raised his hand and gently placed his palm on the top of Duan Rong's head.

His movements were very gentle, just like an elder caressing the head of a younger person lovingly.

The moment Yang Sixian raised his hand, Duan Rong subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he was shocked to find that his entire body could not move at all.

This is the terror of a strong man in the Cave Crown Realm!
They have penetrated the origin of power and mastered certain laws of power!

Duan Rong's eyes were filled with fear, because Yang Sixian was standing in front of him. He could vaguely see a pair of cold eyes in the shadow of the cloak.

There was not a trace of human emotion in those eyes, and they were flickering with a strange light.

Just as Yang Sixuan placed his hand on Duan Rong's head, Duan Rong felt a sharp pain in his head.

After Duan Rong achieved the eleventh level of the Garbha Sutra, his mind had merged with the phantom in the void within his sea of spiritual consciousness.

Everything in his sea of consciousness is always as clear as a mirror in his mind.

Just at the moment when Yang Sixuan's hand, as light as a whisk, was placed on his head.

A large gray handprint suddenly appeared in his sea of consciousness and above the sky.

The huge handprint that was like smoke and fog seemed to be solid, and it slowly came down like a mountain pressing down on one's head.

As he took the photo, the palm as big as Mount Sumeru continued to expand...

The huge handprint was seen slowly pressing down on the head of the shadow sitting cross-legged in the void!
It was exactly the same as when Yang Sixian's hand touched Duan Rong's head in this cell.

At the moment when the big handprint in the sea of consciousness was pressed down, the phantom sitting cross-legged in the void suddenly opened his eyes, and his blurred face showed an extremely distorted look of pain.

In just a moment, the phantom began to crack and was about to disintegrate.

The light of the eleven stars that were originally rotating around the phantom suddenly dimmed.

Moreover, as the light of the eleven stars dimmed, the blood core that was quietly suspended in the corner of the sky actually began to slowly bloom, like a flower bud, and flashed a bloody light.

At this moment, Duan Rong's body twitched violently and he almost lost control of his bowels and bladder.

In a split second, Duan Rong became ruthless and instantly used his mind to shatter the three soul spears that had originally condensed in his sea of consciousness.

The three soul thorns turned into three balls of gray light and merged into the phantom that was about to disintegrate!

The phantom finally stopped disintegrating, but his figure had become even more blurred, and it seemed almost impossible to make out the outline of a human being. It was just a blurry gray shadow.

But at least it no longer disintegrated, and the light of the eleven stars surrounding it lit up again.

In the corner of the sky, the flower bud that had blossomed from the blood core also dimmed and gradually shrank back...

Duan Rong managed to stabilize the situation in his sea of consciousness. He knew that the huge handprint in his sea of consciousness must have been made by the man in the black cloak in front of him.

But what is he going to do?

He definitely doesn't want to kill himself!

So, what is he doing?
If he doesn't know what the other party is going to do, Duan Rong won't be able to figure out his next move.

Just as Duan Rong's eyes flickered, a light exclamation suddenly came from the black cloak.

Because Yang Sixian saw Duan Rong's eyes, which were still flashing.

At the moment when Yang Sixian's light exclamation was uttered, Duan Rong reacted instantly as if he was enlightened.

His eyes suddenly froze, and his expression immediately became dull and dazed.

Seeing Duan Rong's eyes become dull and confused, Yang Sixian's complexion finally returned to normal.

What he used against Duan Rong was the Soul-Illuminating Seal in Han Yin's hand!
This is a secret technique to control the soul!

This technique is extremely difficult to practice!

If he had not taken the position of the chief of the Judgment Bureau more than ten years ago, he would really not be willing to put so much effort into this secret art.

Yang Sixian touched Duan Rong's head with his hand. He looked at Duan Rong's dazed look and suddenly asked, "Did Shang Xiangyu explode the second furnace of medicine he was refining?"

Duan Rong's eyes were still dull, and his words seemed a little unclear. "There was no explosion!"

Yang Sixuan asked again: "What is he practicing?"

"do not know!"

Yang Sixian asked Duan Rong all the questions he had just asked again.

Although Duan Rong's eyes were dull, his answer was exactly the same as before.

Yang Sixuan suddenly continued to ask: "Did you already know about Pan Yong stealing the drugs?"

At this moment, in Duan Rong's sea of consciousness, as time passed, the phantom that had managed to stabilize its body began to disintegrate again...

Seeing that blurry gray shadow, under the pressure of the big handprint, it gradually dissipated...

Duan Rong knew very well that once the gray shadow dissipated, the one controlling his soul space would be the big handprint!
By then, he would fall into a state of unconsciousness, and he would answer whatever the man in the black cloak asked him.

Even the things about how he killed Pan Yong, cut off Pan Yong's face, transformed himself into his appearance, stole the medicine, and practiced the Taizang Sutra, at that time, he would tell it all without reservation.

If that happens, he will be dead.

He must hold on to the end.

Duan Rong's eyes were dull, and he murmured, "I don't know."

"Those six rare medicines are all related to the Taizang Sutra. Who did he steal them for? Who is practicing the Taizang Sutra?"

Duan Rong said: "I don't know."

Yang Sixian's eyes flickered, and he asked a series of questions, but Duan Rong always said he didn't know.

He had no doubt that Duan Rong was deliberately hiding something, because no one could lie under the Soul-Illuminating Seal!
Anyone who has been struck by the Soul-Illuminating Seal has no secrets at all.

At this moment, the gray shadow under the big handprint in Duan Rong's sea of consciousness completely dissipated...

The moment the gray shadow disappeared, Duan Rong's whole body convulsed. However, his body was shrouded by Yang Sixuan's law power and he couldn't move at all, so it couldn't be seen.

Yang Sixian looked at Duan Rong's confused look and sighed slightly.

After all, Duan Rong was a registered disciple who had just entered the mountain gate this year. He had only been with Shang Xiangyu for more than a month. It was normal that he did not know many things.

Yang Sixian's heart moved, and he took his hand away from Duan Rong's head.

The moment Yang Sixuan withdrew his hand, Duan Rong trembled like a sieve and fell to the ground unconscious.

Yang Sixuan's face was buried in the shadow of the black cloak. He glanced at Duan Rong who had fainted on the pile of straw.

He knew that this was a natural reaction after being hit by the Soul-Illuminating Seal. These people's souls were damaged and they needed to sleep for several days before they could slowly recover.

Yang Sixuan walked out of the cell slowly, and Yang Yi followed him and locked the cell door.

Duan Rong fell on the pile of straw and he really fainted.

How could Yang Sixuan have expected that a registered disciple who had just entered the sect could actually stay in spirit under his Soul-Illuminating Seal and hold on until he finished questioning him.

What he could not have expected was that Duan Rong had already accomplished the eleventh level of the Taizang Sutra.

You know, it is so difficult to achieve the Taizang Sutra! Even among the core disciples in the sect, no one has been able to achieve the eighth level so far? The growth of the soul and mental power is originally a slow and steady process, a little bit of accumulation.

It takes several years of hard work to gradually complete one level of the Taizang Sutra.

What Duan Rong did, one layer per night, is simply a fairy tale. I'm afraid no one would believe it if he told it to others.

Yang Sixuan and Yang Yi came out of the dungeon and returned to the bamboo house in the valley.

Along the way, Yang Yi kept his head down in deep thought. He walked into the room on the creaking ladder, looked up at Yang Sixian, and asked, "Master, was it Shang Xiangyu who instructed Pan Yong to steal the rare medicine?"

Yang Sixuan took off his black cloak in front of the clothes rack, glanced at Yang Yi, and said, "Those six medicines are all auxiliary medicines for practicing Taizang Sutra. Although they also have other medicinal effects, all six are auxiliary medicines for practicing Taizang Sutra. This is definitely not a coincidence."

"Shang Xiangyu doesn't have the Taizang Sutra in his hand, so what use does he have for these auxiliary medicines?"

"If he can obtain the Sutra of the Rebirth of the Womb, as long as he practices step by step for a few years, at most a dozen years, he will definitely be able to break through the shackles of the knot. There is no need to take the risk of practicing the Nine Netherworlds Great Hidden Art and turn himself into a ghost."

"Unfortunately, the Taizang Sutra is the most precious treasure of our sect, and only core disciples can be taught it. Although Shang Xiangyu is a pharmacist, he is still not qualified."

Yang Yi blinked his eyes and said thoughtfully, "If that's the case, why did Pan Yong steal those auxiliary medicines for practicing Taizang Sutra? Could it be that he got the Taizang Sutra himself?"

Yang Sixuan looked at the candlelight on the table and said with deep eyes, "I'm afraid we can only know the truth after we catch him."

Yang Sixian has already discovered that the case of Shang Xiangyu and Pan Yong is shrouded in mystery, and many details cannot be explored by reasoning alone.

Although the interrogation of Duan Rong solved several mysteries, Duan Rong was, after all, only a registered disciple who had just entered the mountain gate and did not know much. Many aspects of this case were still shrouded in mystery.

The only way to completely break through the fog is to catch Shang Xiangyu and Pan Yong.

As for the two men, were they acting independently and having their own plots, or was Pan Yong just a puppet of Shang Xiangyu, following his instructions? Yang Sixuan was unable to completely figure this out for a while!

Duan Rong was lying on the straw pile. He felt his consciousness flowing back into his body bit by bit like the rising tide.

At a certain moment, he suddenly regained control of his body and suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in his head, as if it was about to split open.

Duan Rong grabbed his head and groaned in pain.

In the cell opposite Duan Rong, the old man whose shoulder blades were pierced by iron chains saw that Duan Rong had woken up so quickly. He pulled the rattling iron chain curiously and pressed his face against the log fence near the corridor, saying, "Boy, you were hit by Yang Sixian's Soul-Illuminating Seal. How come you woke up so quickly?"

Duan Rong glanced at the old man. He was not in the mood to chat at this moment.

His spiritual thoughts sank into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

As far as I can see in the sea, everything seems to have returned to normal.

The shadow was still sitting cross-legged in the center of the sky, with eleven stars, shining brightly, slowly rotating around him...

However, the shadow was obviously much fainter. Although it was still a blurry outline of a human figure, it was obviously not as solid as before.

Duan Rong couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that his soul had been severely damaged by that huge handprint. It looked like it would take a while for him to recover.

Duan Rong took another glance at the collapsed blood core in the corner of the sky, and his mind moved and withdrew from his sea of consciousness.

Duan Rong exited his sea of consciousness, turned his head with a somewhat listless look and looked at the old man in the cell across the corridor.

When the old man saw Duan Rong looking at him, he immediately sat up from the ground and said, "Boy, you look very young and handsome. What crime have you committed that Yang Sixian personally interrogated you and used the Soul-Illuminating Seal on you?"

Duan Rong had no intention of answering his question. He asked directly, "What was the last question they asked me before they left?"

The old man rolled his eyes upwards, and after a while, he recalled something and said, "It seems to be asking... who did he steal it for? Who is practicing the Taizang Sutra?"

Duan Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

As expected, he held on to the end.

In fact, after answering that question, his consciousness had already collapsed, and he had no memory of what happened next.

At that time, he was completely under the control of the Soul Illumination Seal. If that person continued to ask him questions, he would definitely answer truthfully.

But it was obvious that he had finished asking questions.

Duan Rong asked the old man opposite him, just to confirm. He basically expected that he had passed the test, otherwise he would not have woken up in this cell in good condition.

Duan Rong got the answer, then he lay down on the straw pile, tilted his head, and was about to fall asleep.

When the old man saw him like this, he said, "Boy, courtesy is the key, don't you understand? I answered your question, but you haven't answered mine yet?"

Duan Rong said, "Some other time. I have a headache."

After Duan Rong finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.

He really had a headache. The Soul-Illuminating Seal had damaged his spirit and he would be in pain for several days.

The old man muttered in dissatisfaction: "You are such a dishonest boy. I have been depressed for more than a month. Finally, I met a living person, but he is still a taciturn person..."

However, he had also experienced the Soul-illuminating Seal. The feeling made his scalp tingle when he thought about it. It was even more uncomfortable than being on the rolling knife bed in hell. He also knew that the sequelae of the Soul-illuminating Seal would take several days to disappear. The kid was having a severe headache at this time.

Seeing that Duan Rong was already fast asleep, the old man had no choice but to lie back down in the straw pile.

Huyang Prefecture, Cangtai County.

Shang Xiangyu lived in a dilapidated inn here.

Shang Xiangyu’s hometown is actually in Tonghe County, which is only more than 20 miles away from here.

But Shang Xiangyu did not return to Tonghe County. After all, there were many acquaintances in his hometown, and it would be easy to be exposed because of the crowd.

This time he was looking for the Filthy Blood Cult and trying to find a way to join them, so it was better for him to keep his whereabouts secret.

The reason why he returned to Huyang Prefecture was because he was very familiar with the local customs and stories here, and he could do it with ease whether it was finding people or hiding.

Moreover, in Cangtai County, Huyang Prefecture, a major bloody case broke out two years ago!

He believed that even though there had been a raid two years ago, there must still be remnants of the Filthy Blood Cult, and they must have been secretly recruiting followers over the past two years.

Shang Xiangyu thought that instead of looking for a needle in a haystack, it would be better to explore here from multiple angles, as the chances would be greater.

Shang Xiangyu's appearance had changed drastically. He had cut off more than half of his long hair, and dyed the remaining hair black and tied it into a bun. His fair face was also covered with a beard. At first glance, he looked like a ruffian.

With his appearance, it would have been more suitable for him to wear a short suit, but his hands and feet were full of strange wrinkles, which were too eye-catching, so he had to wear a long robe and gloves, and usually his hands were hidden in the sleeves of his robe.

That day, Shang Xiangyu ate a bowl of plain noodles at a noodle stall at the entrance of the alley and then strolled around the street.

As he walked, his pair of eyes flashing with cold light swept across the faces of people on the street from time to time. The development of the Filthy Blood Cult in recent years was very obscure and basically not revealed to the outside world, but Shang Xiangyu knew one thing, that is, in order to practice the Filthy Blood Magic, they needed the blood of a virgin.

Shang Xiangyu felt that this might be his breakthrough.

Shang Xiangyu staggered and came to the place where the notice was posted at the city gate.

There were already quite a few people gathered there. Shang Xiangyu squeezed in the crowd and looked at the notice on the wall.

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but once he did, his whole body suddenly felt cold.

I saw that the latest arrest warrant posted said that the sect's registered disciple Pan Yong was wanted throughout the country for stealing the sect's rare medicines.

The portrait on the arrest warrant was clearly Pan Yong himself.

Shang Xiangyu was puzzled.

How could Pan Yong steal the sect’s rare medicines?
He has only been out for a few days? This guy has been poisoned by his own insect poison, how dare he do such a reckless thing?

However, the arrest warrant was stamped with the seals of Taiyi Sect and Dali Temple of Shenyun Prefecture, which was obviously not a fake.

(End of this chapter)