I Can Devour Spirits

Duan Rong suddenly used his Divine Sense to penetrate Shen Yanliu’s body, observing the multiple dislocations of bones throughout his body, which were evidently twisted by Chen Xun using the Tendon-Dislocating Hand.

Under the sweep of his Divine Sense, he carefully analyzed the technique and the direction and force of the bone dislocation. This path of Martial Arts, he had also devoured during his time in Changling Mountain.

He had achieved Great Perfection in more than a dozen Grasping Techniques, including Eighteen Bone-breaking Hands, Dragon Claw Hand, and Tendon-Dislocating Hand.

In Changling Mountain, the True Qi Realm Martial Arts he devoured in the cave where the Imperial Stable Hall stored discarded weapons were countless, innumerable as river sands.

His first achievement to True Qi Realm Great Perfection was the Withered and Flourishing Wisdom Saber.

After achieving this, he achieved the second Duster Mountain-Cracking Saber to the Great Perfection Realm in about five days.

The third Saber Technique took only two days.

As for achieving the fourth to the eighth Saber Techniques to Great Perfection, he completed them all in one day.

After that, he found that all saber-related Martial Arts, as long as he had devoured them, were at Great Perfection upon execution.

With mastery over saber techniques, for other types of Martial Arts, just a thought would bring them to completion instantly.

For example, the three True Qi Realm Great Perfection Archery Techniques: Ash, Illusion Yin, Star Fall, he had never actually practiced them, just a thought and they were at Great Perfection!

Duan Rong suddenly leaned forward, his hands moved like lightning, and the sound of cracking bones resounded from various parts of Tang Wanhong’s body as he twisted the joints throughout Tang Wanhong’s body according to the bone dislocation technique observed on Shen Yanliu.

Tang Wanhong lay there motionless, like a corpse.

It was obvious that merely relying on a drug couldn’t achieve this effect; Duan Rong had given him a Medicine Pill inside Tang Wanhong’s cell.

This Medicine Pill would be effective not only now but also during tomorrow’s execution.

Having done all this, Duan Rong dragged Tang Wanhong to a haystack. Standing in the darkness, his mind raced through the details like lightning. After confirming everything, he wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

He hoisted Shen Yanliu from the ground, dashed outside the cell, and placed him on the ground, then turned back to close the cell door, wrap the iron chain, and secure the copper lock.

Afterward, Duan Rong hoisted Shen Yanliu again and darted back into Tang Wanhong’s cell.

Duan Rong placed Shen Yanliu at the mouth of the tunnel, then turned back out of the cell, closed the cell door, wrapped the iron chain, and secured the copper lock.

Throughout this entire process, Duan Rong kept his Divine Sense in an extended state, paying attention to the surrounding movements.

When he finished securing the copper lock, he finally let out a long breath. The plan went relatively smoothly, with no unexpected twists.

At this time, another patrol of Heavy Armored Soldiers had not yet started, and everything was silent. Suddenly, the sound of joints cracking echoed around Duan Rong’s body, and with a slight hunch of his shoulder, he slipped through the wooden fence’s gaps into the cell.

Not far away, under dim light, the neck of Xiong Yi’s headless corpse was still bleeding...

Blood dripped from both sides of the long bench, creating a spray of blood on the ground.

Like a terrifying scene from a dim hell.

At the end of the alley, a team of Prison Guards lay unconscious on the ground, a fallen lantern illuminating the leader’s ghastly white face.

The prisoners in the surrounding cells were all unconscious.

Duan Rong used True Qi to disperse a potent drug into the air, causing an indiscriminate intoxication in this area.

Meanwhile, Tang Wanhong’s cell was already empty, not a shadow to be seen.

In the dim cell, beside the haystack, there was a strange opening.

Duan Rong had already taken the unconscious Shen Yanliu down through the opening...

Near the Prefecture City’s dungeon, in a cluster of dwellings, there was a courtyard with sparse weeds growing.

In the silence, suddenly there was a rustling sound from the main house, and then the old wooden door of the hall abruptly opened, and a shadow bolted out like lightning.

It was Duan Rong, carrying Shen Yanliu on his back.

With agile leaps, Duan Rong swiftly exited the courtyard.

With his Divine Sense leading the way, he instantly unfolded his Body Technique, flitting away in the darkness.

Duan Rong weaved through streets and alleys, avoiding the Prefecture City Constables patrolling the streets.

At this moment, overhead, the crescent moon had receded, and the bright morning star seemed even more luminous, like a flickering human eye.

When Duan Rong set off from Liu Shushan’s separate courtyard, it was already the time of Yin.

And now, it was just the moment before dawn’s darkest hour. It was also the time when the Prefecture City Constables, having patrolled all night, were at their most fatigued and lax.

Duan Rong did not carry Shen Yanliu back to Liu Shushan’s separate courtyard but went directly to the base of a wall a few feet from the East City Gate. There lay a beggar, covered with straw, sleeping soundly, with slight snores in the tranquil night.

The city wall in front of him, about three zhang high, was much taller and more robust than the walls of Xianggu County. However, for Duan Rong, walls, whether higher or lower, were of little use.

With a True Qi Realm Great Perfection Lightweight Body Technique, he could step on swaying, ice-covered chains to tread snow across cliffs; what was a city wall to that?

When Duan Rong jumped down from the city wall, the surrounding wilderness outside was as black as ink. He chose a direction and flitted away.

In the pitch-black night, beside the official road, a carriage was parked in the wild, the horses grazing on wild grass by the roadside. Ximen Kankan sat on the carriage, nodding off repeatedly.