I Can Devour Spirits

This point, he had thought it through, as Pan Yong had been by Shang Xiangyu’s side for such a long time, surely he understood better than him.

Therefore, whenever he offered allegiance, Pan Yong would make things difficult for him.

But, different times call for different actions.

If at this moment, Pan Yong challenges him again, he will not hesitate to kill him.

Duan Rong believed, if he used all his means, Pan Yong would not be his match.

As for Shang Xiangyu leaving him behind, hasn’t this already revealed his intention of killing Pan Yong? Moreover, Pan Yong struck first.

Shang Xiangyu might even relish it...

Not far ahead, Pan Yong walked past the mouth of Duan Rong’s cave, his steps unpaused.

Duan Rong stood at the cave entrance, watching Pan Yong’s figure disappear around the corner of the cliff before turning back into the cave.

Duan Rong entered the cave with a cold face and sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

His thoughts swirled inside, and at this moment he felt waves of lingering fear.

Tonight, he almost died in the crimson alchemy cave.

However, the current situation is still bad enough.

The pill Shang Xiangyu forced him to swallow was clearly some kind of malevolent thing that controls people.

The instant Duan Rong sat cross-legged, he projected his Divine Sense outward, penetrating through his body.

Instantly, his limbs, meridians, and internal organs vividly appeared before his eyes.

The pill swallowed into the stomach had already vanished, dispersed within the blood and flesh...

Duan Rong examined his Dantian and organs, finding no abnormalities, when suddenly his brows furrowed.

He discovered a tiny thing as small as dust, squirming at the junction between his spine and skull...

That thing, so minuscule, were it not squirming between the vertebrae, Duan Rong might not have discovered it.

Instantly, Duan Rong focused his Divine Sense over, locking onto that dust-like tiny thing.

The moment his Divine Sense enveloped the tiny thing, Duan Rong shivered all over, his scalp tingled as if electrified.

That dust-like tiny thing turned out to be an extremely small worm, squirming between the vertebrae at the junction of his spine and skull, seemingly trying to burrow into Duan Rong’s skull.

Then Duan Rong noticed many other small worms, crawling and squirming within the vertebrae gaps, all moving toward his skull...

Duan Rong finally understood what he had swallowed—such extremely tiny worms.

In an instant, Duan Rong’s gaze turned fierce like a beast.

His mind urged, the blood in his body suddenly surged!

He actually activated the Filthy Blood Divine Skill within the Taiyi Sect?!

Isn’t this practically courting death?!

But Duan Rong understood, given Shang Xiangyu’s remote location, and though he was in a secluded cave, activating Filthy Blood Divine Skill was risky for exposure, he absolutely cannot tolerate those dense tiny worms burrowing into his skull.

Because the blood strands of Filthy Blood Divine Skill cannot enter the brain!

Once worms entered his brain, even if he activated Filthy Blood Divine Skill, he would be powerless.

In the dim and deep cave, Duan Rong sat cross-legged on the stone bed, countless dense blood strands floated and wriggled around him...

Duan Rong closed his eyes, using Divine Sense to examine his meridians and organs.

The moment he activated Filthy Blood Divine Skill, not only did blood strands float all around, but the same dense blood strands filled his body.

His muscles all transformed into blood strands, intertwined and tangled.

Under the scrutiny of his Divine Sense, Duan Rong observed those tiny squirming worms, instantly being wrapped by dense blood strands and disintegrating into nothing.

Duan Rong still wasn’t assured, so he penetrated his Divine Sense into his brain, confirming no worm squirmed in his brain matter, finally easing his mind.

Duan Rong gasped for breath and opened his eyes.

This Filthy Blood Divine Skill was indeed miraculous, no wonder it could revive the doomed.

Duan Rong sensed the dense blood strands wriggling on his skin, bringing waves of slick and itchy sensations.

Had it been before, he would have already succumbed to his fear of clusters, but maybe those blood strands just exterminated the worms and saved his life him, now he found the leech-like writhing blood strands somewhat endearing.

At least, they are controllable.

Duan Rong’s mind shifted, and the blood strands wriggling densely around him abruptly retracted through his pores, returning everything to normal in an instant.

Duan Rong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, if he were even a little late, the topmost worm might have burrowed into his skull.

Duan Rong emerged from the depths of the dark cave and stepped outside, as the night breeze blew, his sweat cooled over his body.

Duan Rong couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, a wave of pleasantness surged within. Tonight, not only did he survive, but he also resolved the hidden threats.

As Duan Rong thought this, his gaze shifted suddenly, clutching the Black Porcelain Bottle inside the lapel of his garment.

Duan Rong caressed the smooth porcelain bottle in his hand, his gaze flashing in the dark night, then he returned to the cave, once more sitting on the stone bed.

In the darkness, Duan Rong poured out a pill from the Black Porcelain Bottle, grasping the pill, his Divine Sense shot out abruptly.

His Divine Sense instantly concentrated and penetrated, entering the interior of the pill.

Duan Rong’s face was full of astonishment.

Through the enveloping penetration of the Divine Sense, he clearly ”saw” the interior of the pill.

Inside the pill, densely packed worms filled it.

This was indeed an Insect Medicine.

However, these worms were unlike those within his body; instead of constantly squirming, they lay deathly still, evidently enveloped by medicine, plunged into deep slumber.