I Can Devour Spirits

In the mist-covered lakeside, Duan Rong’s body shuddered, and he suddenly awoke.

He jumped up, half-kneeling by the lake, and his Divine Sense was suddenly released!

At this time, the sky was already getting light, and a layer of early spring mist enveloped the Wild Lake.

As Duan Rong’s Divine Sense scanned around, his heart eased, for there was no one around, meaning he hadn’t been exposed.

A breeze arose at that moment, and the dry branches rustled softly.

Under the sweep of Duan Rong’s Divine Sense, he discovered Jie Daohan’s corpse, which had somehow floated to the opposite side of the lake!

Right then, Duan Rong’s gaze shifted; he looked at the ground not far in front of him. Jie Daohan’s half-shaved skull, now steady, the brain matter inside covered in blood, resembled a bowl of spicy salted tofu set by the lakeside.

Near the shore, not far from the skull, was a Barrier Saber stabbed into the ground, exactly Jie Daohan’s weapon.

Duan Rong walked over slowly, grasping the Barrier Saber in his hand, thinking, ”Read the Artifact Spirit.”

Artifact: Barrier Saber

Artifact Spirit Tier: Tier Four

Devouring Requirements: Host’s Spiritual Power Level Four (Satisfied)

Devouring Effect: Withered and Flourishing Wisdom Saber Entry Level.

”Withered and Flourishing Wisdom Saber?” Duan Rong looked at the data displayed before him, his eyelid twitched, Entry Level Martial Arts, yet a Tier Four Artifact Spirit!

He immediately understood: This was Middle Level Martial Arts! True Qi Realm Martial Arts!

Duan Rong’s eyes lit up, thinking, ”Devour!”

As soon as Duan Rong finished the devouring process, his gaze tightened, looking in a certain direction through the floating mist.

There were a few women, carrying empty baskets, coming together!

They had come to the riverside to gather some early spring wild vegetables, to cook with porridge to feed their families.

Duan Rong’s gaze turned cold as he looked to the opposite shores of the lake where Jie Daohan’s body was floating.

Suddenly, Duan Rong discarded the Barrier Saber in his hand, leaping away from the lakeside and disappearing.

If Jie Daohan’s corpse had not touched the water, he planned to destroy the body. But now that the body had soaked in the cold water overnight, it couldn’t be burned, and there were already people arriving at the lakeside, so he didn’t have time to deal with it. Moreover, Duan Rong thought that there were no traces on the body that could be traced back to him.

In the dim morning light, under the cover of the thin mist, Duan Rong’s figure flickered in the alleys, his Divine Sense consistently expanded, but as it was just barely dawn, and it was a chilly springtime, there was hardly anyone on the way.

Using the exploration of his Divine Sense Projection and the Cloud Serpent Step, Duan Rong quickly darted into the Escort Agency, flipping back into Liu’s House.

The moment Duan Rong’s feet entered the courtyard of Liu’s House, he finally felt slightly at ease.

After the intense battle with Jie Daohan last night, Duan Rong had sustained numerous injuries, with two broken ribs and slightly damaged internal organs.

However, Duan Rong had trained in the Clavicle Technique, and the broken bones had already been set back together by him, although they still required time to heal.

In fact, if Duan Rong was willing to use the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, these injuries could have healed instantly, but even now, Duan Rong still loathed and resisted using this Evil Technique.

Duan Rong flipped his hand, emptied one of the Healing Pills left by Shen Ping, and swallowed it, then he removed his clothing, standing by the large water vat, washing himself thoroughly.

He soaked his clothes in a wooden basin, then dried off his body and returned to the room.

Wrapping himself in a blanket, he lay on the bed, unable to sleep, simply closing his eyes and pondering about Jie Daohan’s situation.

About half an incense stick’s time later, the sky was fully bright, the thin mist dissipated, and the outside became noticeably noisy.

Just then, there was a rapping sound at the gate of Liu’s House’s courtyard!

Duan Rong’s gaze shifted, his Divine Sense scanned over.

Outside the gate, the one knocking was Yang Zhen.

This was a task entrusted to Yang Zhen by Jie Daohan, to come by Liu’s House every morning and look for Duan Rong.

Seeing that it was Yang Zhen looking for him, Duan Rong flipped himself off the bed, took out a set of new clothes from a wardrobe, and prepared to open the door.

To be honest, he had wanted to probe Yang Zhen about Jie Daohan’s matter.

Due to wearing his clothes, Duan Rong delayed a bit, and when he walked through the courtyard intending to open the door, Yang Zhen thought no one was there and had already turned to leave.

Duan Rong, just about to open the door, intended to call Yang Zhen back but suddenly stopped there.

Because his Divine Sense, passing through the door, caught Yang Zhen’s expression as he left.

When Yang Zhen was knocking, his face was solemn, lacking the casual look of visiting a friend. After knocking for a long time and not finding Duan Rong, he turned to leave, unexpectedly letting out a sigh of relief, a look of being unburdened.

At this moment, Yang Zhen indeed didn’t know how to face Duan Rong, so every time after knocking to no answer, he actually felt a sense of ease.

But these subtle expressions appeared undoubtedly abnormal to Duan Rong.

Because he had just been considering whether anyone else knew about Jie Daohan’s clandestine actions against him.

Bear in mind, he was now a Registered Disciple of the sect, still undergoing the public notice period, and Jie Daohan striking at him in such a sensitive period involved a certain risk.

Based on this, Duan Rong deduced that Jie Daohan must have kept his actions confidential, without others knowing.

But now, Duan Rong suspected if Yang Zhen knew something?

Duan Rong remembered that after Jie Lei died, Yang Zhen had become Jie Daohan’s confidant.

Standing behind the courtyard door, Duan Rong rubbed his right thumb and forefinger together, deeply engrossed in thought.

Just then, there was another knock on the courtyard gate.