I Can Devour Spirits

When Duan Rong returned to his cave, the sky was already completely dark.

In the pitch-black sky, the deep mist in the valley was still vaguely visible, rolling slowly...

Duan Rong stood on the edge of the cliff at the cave entrance, watching the mist roll over the vast mountains, his gaze flickering.

Everything around him seemed to be shrouded in fog as well.

For Duan Rong, the rolling mist in the valley was like a symbol, suggesting that in the unseen places, some kind of danger might be lurking...

This had always been a vague feeling in his heart.

Whether it was Shang Xiangyu or Pan Yong, there was something inexplicably bizarre about them.

Duan Rong sighed; all he could do now was seize the time to cultivate and quickly enhance his own strength.

The stronger his strength, the better his chances of surviving if a crisis really came.

Duan Rong walked into the dark depths of the cave, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, and immediately immersed himself in the monotonous cultivation without wasting a moment.

Duan Rong cultivated diligently throughout the night, only falling asleep at dawn.

Duan Rong had barely slept for long before he heard a distant, ethereal voice calling him in his dream...

Duan Rong suddenly woke up, jumping off the stone bed because the voice was right outside the cave.

Duan Rong walked out of the cave, and his face suddenly darkened.

He saw Yin Cong shouting for him outside the cave.

Yin Cong’s voice echoed in the valley, with layers of echoes overlapping, coming through the vast white mist like a beckoning call in a dream...

Seeing Duan Rong walk out of the cave, Yin Cong stopped calling, chuckled, turned around with a comical expression and said, ”Junior Brother, what time do you think it is, still sleeping?”

Duan Rong replied, ”Senior Brother Yin, you must have something to instruct coming this early.”

Yin Cong said, ”Junior Brother Duan, isn’t it because Master Shang is going to do some alchemy again? You should come with me to the Medicine Pavilion to exchange for some herbs and materials.”

Duan Rong’s gaze shifted, and he noticed for the first time that Yin Cong had a rather large empty bag tied around his waist.

Duan Rong said, ”Of course, I would be honored. As someone new here, I still need Senior Brother’s guidance in many places.”

Yin Cong chuckled and said, ”I knew Junior Brother was easy to get along with. Let’s go then.”

As Yin Cong spoke, he turned to leave, but Duan Rong suddenly said, ”Senior Brother, wait a moment.”

Yin Cong looked back at Duan Rong with a peculiar expression, thinking Duan Rong was going to back out.

Duan Rong said, ”Senior Brother, I went to feed the Black Blood Vine last night and found that a fruit has matured. Please wait here for a moment while I inform Senior Brother Pan Yong, then I’ll join you to the Medicine Pavilion.”

Yin Cong smiled at this and said, ”No need. Chen Hu already told Pan Yong about it yesterday afternoon. Otherwise, how could I be arranged to go to the Medicine Pavilion early in the morning?”

Duan Rong’s heart skipped a beat.

From Yin Cong’s words, it seemed Shang Xiangyu’s alchemy this time was related to the maturation of the Black Blood Vine fruit.

”Let’s go.” Yin Cong said, and walked along the cliff’s edge, with Duan Rong following behind.

Their figures gradually disappeared into the enveloping white mist, and at that moment, a figure walked out from the corner of Duan Rong’s cave, watching where they had vanished.

The one who emerged was none other than the gloom-faced Pan Yong.

Pan Yong’s gaze shifted, and he entered Duan Rong’s cave, took out a flint, lit the candle, and began to inspect the surroundings.

”This kid stays cooped up in the cave every day, who knows what he’s up to? I’ve never seen him light a lamp at night...”

Pan Yong inspected the cave thoroughly, finding nothing but a few changes of clothes and some simple daily utensils.

Entering alchemy so quickly, Pan Yong was curious about Duan Rong’s identity.

He wanted to take advantage of Duan Rong’s absence to search the cave for clues, hoping to uncover something about Duan Rong’s background.

Yin Cong and Duan Rong traveled in tandem, crossing the mist on an iron chain.

In the misty mountains, moisture was heavy, and before long, their clothes were more than half wet, with water continually dripping from their cheeks.

By the time they descended the iron chain and reached the mountain peak housing the Medicine Pavilion, they were completely drenched.

Yin Cong wringing his sleeves and cursing said, ”I hate the early spring of Changling Mountain the most. All the fog every day, so damp... damn it!”

Duan Rong, on the other hand, remained calm; to him, this little inconvenience was nothing at all.

As the two wrung out their sleeves and headed towards the Medicine Pavilion, Yin Cong suddenly produced a Star Disc to show Duan Rong.

Duan Rong glanced at it, his eyes widening in surprise.

On the disc surface appeared a four-digit number, beginning with an eight.

Duan Rong exclaimed, ”Over eight thousand points?! Senior Brother Yin Cong, how do you have so many contribution points?!”

Duan Rong’s view of Yin Cong changed instantly.

This was too extravagant!

Yin Cong sneered, ”How could I have so many? This is Master Shang’s Star Disc. Every time Master Shang does alchemy, he earns contribution points, and over the years, it’s added up naturally.”

Duan Rong instantly understood; they were going to the Medicine Pavilion to exchange herbs and materials, so they couldn’t use their own Star Discs. With just their registered disciple-level contribution points, what could they exchange for?

As Duan Rong looked at the Star Disc in Yin Cong’s hand, his eyelids suddenly twitched.

He recalled something important.

The last time he spent two hours at the Medicine Pavilion, he actually spent most of the time looking at the medicine exchange directory rather than the pill exchange directory.

Because he was supposed to cultivate the Fourth Layer of the Fetal Concealment Scripture. And the auxiliary medicine for cultivating the Fourth Layer of the Fetal Concealment Scripture was something called Green Pupil.