Chapter 320: Achievement in One Night

After Duan Rong came back from the stone shop, he stayed in his cave. No one came to see him all day.

It seems that what Pan Yong said is right. Here, when Shang Xiangyu needs to refine medicine, they, the medicine boys, need to do some preparation work, so they will be busy for a while.

Normally, they are very idle.

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 Elders' Council is the highest power center of Taiyi Sect, and he, a registered disciple, can't go there whenever he wants.

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

Places like the Lower Courtyard, and the Weapon Shop and Stone Shop under the Imperial Household Hall are all very loosely managed, and there are many people inside, who are not even warriors...

But the management of places like the Medicine Pavilion, Guanglu Courtyard, and Sutra Collection Courtyard is much stricter. The people on duty and patrolling are at least warriors above the True Qi Realm. Although Duan Rong did not see it, he guessed that there must be warriors of higher realms in these places.

If the Medicine Pavilion, Guanglu Courtyard, and Sutra Collection Courtyard are all like this, then the Elders' Courtyard can be imagined.

If Shen Mizhi was not a descendant of an official, she would probably not be able to go to the Elders' Courtyard to be a maid?

Duan Rong sat cross-legged in the depths of the dark cave. He did not light a lamp. The power of the pills rushed in his meridians. In the darkness, Duan Rong frowned, and he controlled his consciousness to penetrate his body, "looking inside" the delicate changes in the meridians and Dantian.

In the sect, using consciousness to release it is dangerous.

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

Duan Rong does this because he is really stretched.

He has to swallow two Zhengyang pills for one night of practice.

And 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.

But because Duan Rong first obtained the realm by swallowing the spirit of the instrument, not only is his Qi circulation more efficient, but his control of the Qi is also more precise and delicate, which leads to his speed of refining and absorbing medicinal power, which is far faster than that of warriors of the same period.

The good side is that he progresses faster, but the bad side is that he spends more money. No, it's more, contribution points.

Contribution points are the hard currency in the sect, and secular silver is simply waste paper in the sect.

Taiyi Sect has controlled Qingzhou tightly through the system of outer disciples it has built.

It can take any resources in the secular world! There is no need for silver and money at all!

Duan Rong penetrated his body through his spiritual consciousness, trying to find a way to improve the utilization rate of the medicine and reduce the dissipation of the medicine running through the meridians...

As a newcomer, he was completely clueless about opening up new sources, so he could only work harder on saving money...

In the valley outside the cave, white mist surged, and the dim skylight penetrated the dark clouds and descended on the valley...

Duan Rong suddenly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air. He refined two Zhengyang Pills overnight, and tried to control the medicine so that it would not dissipate. His spirit was extremely exhausted.

Duan Rong took a look at the soft skylight coming in from outside the cave, wrapped himself in a blanket and fell asleep.

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

In the dream, he dreamed of Xiao Yu for a while, and dreamed of Lu Qingzhu for a while.

I don’t know why in the 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 his eye boogers, got off the stone bed, and walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave, white fog rolled and dark clouds gathered. The sky seemed to be 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 drank a few gulps of cold spring water into his dry throat.

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

Duan Rong first went to the pool of water in the dense forest, put the wooden barrel and empty sack on a large bluestone by the pool.

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

Duan Rong cleaned the pheasant, sat on the large bluestone, and roasted it.

Duan Rong roasted the pheasant while his eyes swept over the small-looking pond.

The water in this pond was bone-chillingly cold. When Duan Rong was bathing that day, he was curious about the depth of the pond, so he dived down to find out.

But Duan Rong went deep into the darkness, and there was no light around him, but the undercurrent was still surging around his body...

The bottom of the dark pond was like an abyss, swallowing everything, and there was no bottom...

For some reason, Duan Rong suddenly felt a great fear in his heart.

The fear was so deep that he began to tremble at the bottom of the water.

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

After a long time, the inexplicable fear gradually dissipated from the bottom of his heart...

Duan Rong surfaced, and he was afraid.

Deep in the pond, his mind was clearly shrouded in fear.

But what was the cause of the fear?

Was it just because of the deep and bottomless darkness at the bottom of the pond?

Although Duan Rong didn't know why the fear arose, he had felt the reality and depth of the fear.

At that time, if his soul was a little weak, 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 told himself.

After Duan Rong finished eating the whole roast chicken, he sat on the big bluestone to rest for a while. Then he got up and fetched a bucket of clean water by the pool and brought it to the herb garden he was taking care of.

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

Xuanku vine likes the sun, is cold-resistant but not waterlogged.

Frost-haired wormwood likes the shade and likes a humid environment.

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

And in places where frost-haired wormwood is dense, he directly watered it thoroughly.

After watering, Duan Rong carefully checked the growth of various herbs.

He pulled out several frost-haired wormwoods that were not growing well and threw them on the ground.

These Artemisia frostii were planted in the wrong place. Not only could they not grow into mature plants, but they would also affect the growth of the Xuanku vine next to them.

Duan Rong removed some weeds that had just emerged and left the herb garden.

Duan Rong came to a clearing in the dense forest. He sat cross-legged on a bluestone next to the clearing. The true energy in his dantian instantly ran through his meridians...

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

Duan Rong performed the knife skills one after another in the clearing in the dense forest.

Duan Rong had acquired two true energy realm knife skills by devouring the spirit of the weapon.

One was the withered and flourishing Prajna knife, and the other was the whisk-opening mountain knife.

Duan Rong directly obtained the first level of these two knife skills.

Duan Rong performed the two knife skills three times each, and was already sweating profusely. His eyes showed a deep contemplation.

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

This is also a normal martial arts idea.

But this whisk mountain-opening sword is a bit strange.

The predecessor who created the work, I don’t know if it was a sudden idea or a short circuit in his brain, he actually wanted to integrate the delicate and exquisite fighting methods with the reckless and fierce attack into a sword technique.

Only this first level, Duan Rong already felt that it was a bit out of place. If it reaches the next few levels, Duan Rong is very suspicious that this sword technique will collapse.

At least it will not live up to its name. I am afraid that one of the delicate and exquisite and the reckless and fierce attack will be abandoned.

Although Duan Rong is not optimistic about the later stage of this sword technique, he has to admit that the first level of this sword technique still has its merits, which means that it is a bit unconventional and wins by surprise.

Although it was laborious to fight, the power was indeed amazing!

After Duan Rong finished practicing two sword techniques, he suddenly jumped up with a sword, and the shadow of the sword flashed, smashing the tree crown above his head into pieces. Then, his true energy surged, and the blade rolled up, and those flying fallen leaves were swayed over the open space.

No mistake, one poem, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar!

Suddenly, the sky above the open space was full of green rain, and broken leaves were flying!

Duan Rong suddenly flashed back and forth in the center of the open space, and his waist was twisted like a water snake, and dense broken leaves fell beside him.

He walked back and forth in the green rain of broken leaves, but not a single broken leaf was touched 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 this Hundred Flowers Step is performed, the figure is really enchanting! If Ximen Kankan sees it, he will definitely make a joke of it again..."

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

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

He had just entered the Qi realm and swallowed four martial arts at once. Two sword techniques, one light body technique, and one leg technique.

He was not afraid, because he got the realm by swallowing, and it can be said that he had directly mastered it.

However, after practicing the four martial arts, he still felt a sense of confusion in his heart.

Duan Rong knew very well that the reason for this feeling of confusion 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 swallowed, his main skill was always the Five Tigers and Sheep Knife.

But now he had no idea what his main skill was.

Is it the withered and flourishing Prajna Blade? Maybe, he is not sure.

However, Duan Rong is not in a hurry to figure this out now.

After practicing and exploring the whole realm of inner breath, he is no longer a rookie in practice.

He knows very well how to use his advantages.

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

In other words, as long as he achieves his inner strength and true qi to a certain realm, he can achieve any martial arts overnight.

Therefore, the chaos he felt was actually a kind of discomfort, a false impression, and a reliance on past practice experience, which is not worth mentioning at all!

After thinking about this clearly, Duan Rong was 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 in the middle of the open space.

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

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

He lay diagonally on a tree branch and crossed his legs.

He knew what the scene was like in the open space in the dense forest. All kinds of poisonous insects, snakes and ants would crawl out, densely packed.

In order to avoid the discomfort caused by intensive phobia, he didn't look at it at all, just taking this time to rest.

Duan Rong took a short nap on the tree branch, then turned his head and saw two piles of black things with blurred edges in the open space in the dense forest...

They were all gathered by poisonous insects...

Duan Rong jumped down the tree and filled two sacks with poisonous insects.

At this time, the faint dusk had already fallen in the dense forest. Duan Rong carried two sacks and hurried to somewhere in the dense forest. Once every three days, he should feed the black blood vine again today.

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

Duan Rong clutched two empty sacks, and his figure flashed in the dense forest. He was going to go to the pond in the dense forest to wash off his sweat before going back.

Duan Rong was refreshed. He carried an empty wooden barrel with two empty sacks stuffed in it 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 directly.

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

He climbed onto the stone bed, sat cross-legged, slowly adjusted his breath, and then as he breathed in and out, the true energy began to run through the 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 cultivation.

Days passed one by one, and Duan Rong once again started his crazy practice mode of pushing himself to the limit in this undisturbed cave.

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

Three days later in the evening, 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 walked into this cave, the damp and corrupt smell made Duan Rong uncomfortable.

Duan Rong held a torch and walked to the edge of the damp black rock formation. His eyes moved, and he saw two deerskins thrown there, bloody, and obviously just peeled off not long ago.

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

Duan Rong put down one sack and grabbed another sack. Suddenly, he saw black rain splashing, and the poisonous insects in the sacks were crackling around a black blood vine.

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

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

The pus melted from the vine was extremely smelly. Duan Rong didn't want to stay for a moment, because he knew that 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 there were two fruits shining with green light on the crown of each of the two black blood vines.

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

"Is it... ripe?"

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

He decided to tell Pan Yong about this as soon as he got up tomorrow morning.

This was something Pan Yong had told him before, if he found that the fruit of the black blood vine was ripe, he must remember to tell him.