I Can Devour Spirits

However, both Pan Yong and Duan Rong have only just stepped into the True Qi Realm as Martial Artists, so they have no sense of the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

Only Martial Artists who have stepped into the Primordial Qi Realm would feel the concentration of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi in the air.

”This Black Blood Vine needs to be fed every three days...”

Pan Yong was explaining to Duan Rong when suddenly footsteps were heard behind them.

Duan Rong’s heart skipped a beat, but he saw Pan Yong merely glance lightly toward the direction of the sound.

Duan Rong knew there was no danger, so he too focused his gaze towards where the footsteps were coming from.

All they saw was a figure slowly approaching, holding a torch.

As the figure came closer, Duan Rong’s eyes changed slightly.

”It’s Chen Hu.”

Chen Hu held the torch, and it seemed he was carrying something on his back that cast a shadow.

As Chen Hu approached, he slightly bent over, twisted his shoulder, and there was a thud as a giant yellow form slammed onto the ground.

It turned out to be a tiger that had been killed; judging by its size, it was estimated to weigh three hundred pounds.

Chen Hu glanced at Duan Rong, his expression slightly surprised, he looked to Pan Yong and said, ”Just arrived, and you’re already having him feed the Black Blood Vine?”

Pan Yong replied, ”Master Shang said that tonight there’s potion making, and he’s part of it.”

”Oh, really?” Chen Hu gave Duan Rong a deep glance.

Pan Yong said, ”When everyone goes to potion making, naturally the Black Blood Vine will be fed as well.”

Pan Yong had already informed Duan Rong about the potion-making event the previous evening, but when Pan Yong talked to him, there was no hint of anomaly.

But now Duan Rong could tell from Chen Hu’s gaze that his early involvement in potion-making was definitely abnormal.

An uncanny occurrence with hidden reasons?

Why has he just arrived, and Shang Xiangyu already allows him to participate in potion making?

Could it be related to the notebook left by Shen Ping?

Or perhaps it’s because he recognized the three poisonous herbs?

But Duan Rong felt that none of these alone would be enough to make Shang Xiangyu change regular practices!

Suddenly, Duan Rong remembered the scene just before he fainted.

He mentioned Shen Ping’s name, Shang Xiangyu abruptly stood up in shock, knocking the lid off a large stone pot on the table, and Duan Rong was bewitched by the aroma from inside.

Because he suddenly fainted, Duan Rong had not thought much about the preceding incident.

But now recalling Shang Xiangyu’s reaction upon hearing Shen Ping’s name, he could ascertain that Shang Xiangyu must have known Shen Ping.

Due to Shen Ping, Shang Xiangyu changed the usual protocol.

Allowing him to participate in potion making right after arriving.

Duan Rong was confident his deduction was correct.

At this moment, Chen Hu flipped his hand, retrieving from his sleeve a dagger gleaming with a cold light, and he began to skin the tiger lying on the ground.

Pan Yong glanced at Chen Hu, then looked at Duan Rong and said: ”He feeds blood meals! We feed poisonous meals! Both are once every three days!”

Saying this, Pan Yong grabbed his burlap sack, suddenly jumped and swung, scattering poisonous insects around one of the Black Blood Vine.

Pan Yong looked at Duan Rong and said: ”You take that sack and scatter it around another one.”

To scatter a sack full of poisonous insects around a Black Blood Vine still requires a certain technique.

Duan Rong’s hidden weapon technique not only integrates various methods but has already been mastered to Great Perfection.

Standing there, Duan Rong did not jump like Pan Yong, but instead remained with his feet unmoved, opening the sack to reveal the poisonous insects inside, he then suddenly grabbed one corner of the sack’s bottom and abruptly swung it up.

What seemed like an ordinary bag tossing gesture, Duan Rong used over twenty different variations in that breath of time.

Those poisonous insects in the sack flew out like rain of flowers scattering around the other Black Blood Vine.

The poisonous insects scattered by Duan Rong were evidently more evenly and accurately distributed than Pan Yong’s.

”Beautiful!” Chen Hu couldn’t help but praise.

Pan Yong glanced at Chen Hu, smiled awkwardly, knowing that Chen Hu rarely complimented others.

At this point, Chen Hu had already skinned the tiger and chopped the bloody carcass into two halves.

Chen Hu grabbed the blood-soaked tiger’s leg and tossed it; there was a flash of blood shadow, and the two halves of the tiger’s blood carcass landed steadily beneath two Black Blood Vine.

At this time, the Black Blood Vine’s tendrils twisted and writhed like living creatures, winding towards the blood carcass, some tendrils first wrapped around the poisonous insects...

Soon, the blood carcass wrapped in tendrils began to ooze, releasing a layer of yellow sap, and immediately a foul stench permeated the air...

Pan Yong said: ”Let’s go. I can’t stand this smell anymore, if we stand any longer, I’m afraid I’ll puke.”

Duan Rong glanced at the tree base and saw a spider being wrapped by a tendril, swiftly turning to nothing, seemingly melting into sap dripped on the tendril...

Duan Rong, Pan Yong, Chen Hu walked out of the cave, Pan Yong locked the heavy iron door at the entrance, then tucked the key and the bottle of poisonous powder into Duan Rong’s hand, saying: ”Duan Rong, junior brother, from now on feeding the Black Blood Vine poisonous meals will be your task. Once every three days.”

Duan Rong pocketed the key and porcelain bottle, obediently saying: ”Yes, senior brother!”

Pan Yong nodded, and the three raised their torches, retracing their path out.

Reaching the stone wall entwined with tendrils, Pan Yong looked at Duan Rong, saying: ”Duan Rong, junior brother, there’s nothing more for today. At 7 p.m., during potion making time, I’ll come to the stone cave to find you, just be there.”

Duan Rong said: ”Thank you, senior brother.”

As Duan Rong spoke, his eyes moved slightly, he said: ”The two senior brothers, I’ll head back first.”

”Yes, go ahead.” Pan Yong said.

Duan Rong turned and walked into the dense forest, intending to take a bath and feel the waters in the forest pond.