Chapter 325: Dangers Lurking Everywhere

Duan Rong and Yin Cong walked along the edge of the cliff in the dark sky. Yin Cong looked behind him from time to time. He was afraid that Chen Hu would catch up with him.

Tang Zhu's death shocked him greatly.

Before, although Pan Yong and Chen Hu often bullied him over trivial matters, Yin Cong never thought that they would kill him. Now Yin Cong was a little scared.

The two of them quickly walked to the entrance of Duan Rong's cave. Just as Duan Rong was about to enter the cave, Yin Cong suddenly took a step and blocked Duan Rong.

Yin Cong looked around and confirmed that there was no one. Suddenly, at the entrance of the cave, he looked at Duan Rong and whispered: "Junior Brother Duan Rong, you said that Chen Hu killed Junior Sister Tang. Should we go to the Judgment and Clan Affairs Bureau to report him quietly?"

Duan Rong frowned suddenly when he heard this. The next moment, Duan Rong's spiritual sense was instantly released, sweeping a hundred steps around him, and then quickly retracted into his body.

After confirming that there was no one around, Duan Rong sighed lightly. In the darkness, he looked at Yin Cong in front of him, and his heart was speechless.

Yin Cong was cowardly and ignorant. If Duan Rong still had a little good impression of him in his heart, it was probably because he was the only normal human being here.

Shang Xiangyu, Pan Yong, and Chen Hu were all monsters in Duan Rong's eyes.

He could hear from Yin Cong's words that he wanted to leave here. In fact, Duan Rong also had this idea in his heart.

He now regretted coming here to be a medicine boy.

Duan Rong looked at Yin Cong and said, "If you still want to live, shut up. Don't get involved!"

And Duan Rong was very depressed. What do you mean by whether we want it or not? It seems like I am in the same group with you?

After Duan Rong finished speaking, he dodged Yin Cong who was blocking him and walked into the cave.

"But..." Yin Cong stood at the entrance of the cave, still hesitating.

Duan Rong walked slowly into the depths of the cave. He didn't want to pay any more attention to Yin Cong.

Duan Rong sat on the stone bed. He found that Yin Cong was still wandering at the entrance of the cave, so he said in a deep voice: "Brother Yin, I'm tired and want to rest early."

Yin Cong's eyes moved. Duan Rong had already ordered him to leave. He couldn't stay any longer, so he had to leave.

After Duan Rong was sure that Yin Cong had left, he sighed, took out a fire starter, and lit the candle on the stone table beside the bed.

During the time Duan Rong came here, he had developed the habit of not lighting the lights at night. The darkness gave him a sense of security.

However, tonight, when he sat on the stone bed, he felt that there seemed to be something terrifying lurking in the darkness of the surroundings, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Duan Rong looked at the candlelight jumping on the stone table in front of him. He seemed to feel a faint warmth from the candlelight.

In his opinion, it was a very stupid idea for Yin Cong to go to the Judgment and Clan Affairs Office to report Chen Hu for killing Tang Zhu.

Chen Hu just threatened him with one sentence, and he was so shocked that he behaved in such a panic.

Such a stupid and cowardly guy would only become a burden.

Moreover, he went to report Chen Hu, but he actually had no evidence. When the people from the Judgment and Clan Affairs Office came, Chen Hu would definitely deny it.

At that time, the only one who could decide this matter was Shang Xiangyu.

And the person Shang Xiangyu wanted to kill at that time would never be Chen Hu, but Yin Cong.

As long as Shang Xiangyu spoke, everyone would point out that it was Yin Cong who killed Tang Zhu, and then the thief would cry thief and put the blame on others, even he would do so.

Shang Xiangyu had so many secrets here, how could he tolerate the person who casually reported to live?

Chen Hu killed Tang Zhu in order to survive. In Shang Xiangyu's view, this was not a disadvantage, but an advantage, because people with handles can be controlled more easily.

And Yin Cong's mushy brain will never understand these evil principles.

Duan Rong smiled tiredly, and when he thought of the scene of the furnace explosion in the cave tonight, his eyes suddenly became deep and cold.

The furnace exploded, and only a furnace of medicine was wasted, but Shang Xiangyu had such a reaction, almost crazy, and almost killed Pan Yong by mistake.

Moreover, what kind of medicine did Shang Xiangyu refine? At the moment of the furnace explosion, such a violent and terrifying breath gushed out, which instantly shocked him, causing his true qi to be disordered and his internal strength to be completely lost.

Moreover, the failure of refining this medicine was obviously a great blow to Shang Xiangyu.

Duan Rong's candlelight flickered in his eyes, and the color of contemplation kept flashing.

Duan Rong suddenly thought of one thing, that is, the strange contrast between Shang Xiangyu's old wrinkled hands and his tight and delicate face, and his snow-white loose hair.

"Shang Xiangyu... must have had some disease? Or was he poisoned? The medicine he refined this time was for saving his life..."

"So, before refining the medicine, he was so patient and personally guided them to handle the herbs..."

"And after the failure of refining, his reaction was so big... almost crazy..."

In the dim candlelight flickering cave, Duan Rong figured out the outline of the matter by inference alone.

Duan Rong thought about it again and again and confirmed his inference.

"Then... what will he do next..."

Duan Rong got off the stone bed and paced back and forth in the dark cave.

"Since he refined the medicine to save his life... then he will definitely refine it again... find out the reason for the explosion of the furnace, improve the method of refining medicine, and do it again..."

Duan Rong was starting from Shang Xiangyu's perspective to speculate his next move.

If Shang Xiangyu refined the medicine again, then he and Yin Cong would definitely go to the medicine pavilion to exchange medicine again.

If so, Duan Rong would face a problem.

That is, should he use Shang Xiangyu's star disk to exchange the auxiliary medicine "Qingtong" for the fourth level of the Taizang Sutra?

Duan Rong had been there with Yin Cong last time, and he was very clear about the whole process of exchanging medicines. He was sure that he could exchange Qingtong without any leakage, and Yin Cong would never notice it.

However, there would definitely be traces left on the accounts of the Medicine Pavilion.

Although according to what he heard from Yin Cong, even if there was a tail, it was unlikely to be caught, but it was still a worry.

Duan Rong suddenly remembered that the middle-aged woman with excellent body skills in the Medicine Pavilion asked him to help with the account, two contribution points a day.

In the next period of time, Shang Xiangyu will definitely think hard about improving the method of refining medicine. In other words, they will be very idle for a while.

During this period of time, he can just go to the Medicine Pavilion to take a look and further understand the operation mechanism of the Medicine Pavilion. Maybe he can exchange "Qingtong" without leaving any tail?

Even if there is no way to avoid leaving a tail, Duan Rong is still inclined to exchange the "Blue Eyes" first.

Because, as long as the auxiliary medicine is in hand, plus the nourishment of the tree spirit, the fourth level of the Taizang Sutra can be achieved quickly.

And his current situation is that he needs to improve his own strength.

After the fourth level of the Taizang Sutra is achieved, there will be new soul skills.

The previous divine consciousness cover and soul wave are both mysterious and unpredictable weapons. Duan Rong believes that the new soul skills will not disappoint him.

Duan Rong thought about it and determined the main task for the next period of time: explore the way in the medicine pavilion, exchange the blue eyes, and achieve the fourth level of the Taizang Sutra.

So, he will go to the medicine pavilion early tomorrow morning.

After thinking about it, Duan Rong blew out the candle, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, and after a few breaths, he threw a Zhengyang pill into his mouth.

In the past, he could refine two Zhengyang Pills in one night. Obviously, he didn't have enough time tonight, and he was actually very tired, but Duan Rong still decided to refine one Zhengyang Pill before going to bed.

Dangers are everywhere, so he has to work hard!

Shang Xiangyu was in his dim and cramped stone room.

On the simple table made of bamboo poles, the candlelight was dim.

The table was piled with various open books and bamboo slips. Shang Xiangyu's eyes were bloodshot, and his pale and delicate face flashed with a look of madness and fear from time to time.

Shang Xiangyu looked at a piece of paper in his hand with dense small characters, and shook his head painfully.

He deduced it several times again and confirmed that there was no problem with the pill formula.

And in the process of refining, the medicinal power of the black blood fruit was indeed squeezed out.

"Why?"

"Why did the furnace explode?"

"What went wrong?"

Shang Xiangyu suddenly looked up, looking at a certain point in the void, and said to himself: "Since the black blood fruit's medicinal power was extracted and the light filaments filled the furnace, the furnace exploded."

"Then, that is to say, the problem lies in the process from the black blood fruit's medicinal power being completely extracted to the process of forming the pill..."

"Forming the pill?! It's forming the pill!"

Shang Xiangyu seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly pulled away several books on the table, took a bamboo scroll pressed underneath, and read it with slightly trembling hands under the dim candlelight.

Shang Xiangyu finished reading a bamboo scroll and changed to another one...

Until he finished reading the bamboo scrolls on the table and flipped through several yellowed books in a panic, Shang Xiangyu suddenly became depressed. He suddenly became crazy, and with a swipe of his hands, he pushed all the bamboo slips and books on the table out with a bang.

The candle was pushed over, smashed against the wall, and then fell on the book. With a whoosh, the flames jumped up...

In the light of the fire, Shang Xiangyu had silver hair and red eyes. He actually laughed like a madman. He opened his clothes and tore the wrinkled and drooping old skin on his abdomen, laughing: "Red skull, white bones and flesh, all are false! False! I'll tear you apart!"

Shang Xiangyu shouted, and actually tore off a piece of old skin on his abdomen with a sizzling sound, and immediately blood was dripping...

Shang Xiangyu's stomach was covered with blood, but he seemed to have no pain at all. Shang Xiangyu was still smiling foolishly. He pulled the bloody old skin in his hand with force in the firelight, muttering: "It looks pretty tight if you pull it like this..."

Shang Xiangyu thought so, and suddenly threw the bloody wrinkled skin in his hand into the fire...

Shang Xiangyu collapsed on the ground, with a grim smile on his lips, his eyes went black, and he fainted...

After the bamboo slips and books were burned in the fire beside the stone wall, there was nothing else around, and the fire had nowhere to spread, so it gradually weakened and turned into ashes...

The ashes were extinguished, and the cave was pitch black.

Shang Xiangyu was in the thick darkness, not knowing whether he was dead or alive?

After more than an hour, the sky gradually brightened, and the dim sky light dissipated from the side door, and there was finally a faint light in the dark side stone room.

The faint sky light permeated the dark stone room for a long time, and Shang Xiangyu suddenly jumped up, as if he thought of something.

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He glanced at the black ash under the stone wall not far away, and then walked quickly to the stone bed, and searched in the pile of bamboo slips at the foot of the stone bed.

The bloodshot in Shang Xiangyu's eyes had faded away at this time, and his eyes were bright in the dim skylight.

Just after more than an hour of unconsciousness, he suddenly thought of a way to solve the dilemma of making a pill.

After Shang Xiangyu flipped through two or three bamboo slips, he suddenly picked up a bamboo slip and read it carefully. However, after reading only a few lines, his eyes were already as bright as stars.

Shang Xiangyu suddenly saw a few blurred words. The light in the stone chamber was dim, making it even more difficult for him to recognize.

Shang Xiangyu took the bamboo slips and walked out of the cave. On the large platform, he pulled the bamboo slips in his hand and made a rattling sound in the morning light...

Around the time of Chen, it had been a while since dawn. Pan Yong walked hesitantly along the edge of the cliff and walked outside the fence of the large platform.

Standing outside the fence, Pan Yong saw a person standing on the large platform facing the rolling white fog in the valley.

The morning breeze in the mountains filled his sleeves, but the man stood still, his back was bleak.

That was Shang Xiangyu.

A trace of struggle flashed in Pan Yong's eyes, but he still stepped over the stone fence and looked at Shang Xiangyu from a distance.

Shang Xiangyu stood with his hands behind his back, holding a bamboo scroll behind his back. He looked at the rolling white fog in the valley and remained silent.

Pan Yong approached from the side and whispered, "Master Shang."

Shang Xiangyu slightly tilted his head and glanced at Pan Yong standing far away from him, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

The moment Shang Xiangyu tilted his head, Pan Yong saw that his eyes were clear, not the red last night. His heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally let go. He stepped forward and said, "Master Shang, the furnace exploded last night and Junior Sister Tang died. I wonder what to do?"

Pan Yong didn't dare to get close to him just now. He was afraid that Shang Xiangyu would go crazy again like last night, but Tang Zhu's death had to be dealt with, but he had to come to ask for instructions.

Shang Xiangyu sighed.

What he hated most was all kinds of trivial matters.

"Tell Lao Qin in the lower house that the registered disciples are under his charge. Just say that he was killed by the explosion of the medicine refining furnace. Whatever he wants to do, you just need to cooperate with him."

"Yes." Pan Yong clasped his fists and walked away.

He thought the same thing, but Shang Xiangyu had to nod his head for this matter. He naturally knew that Chen Hu had killed Tang Zhu, but if he really questioned Chen Hu, who knows what he would reveal? It's better to keep things quiet.

Isn't it just a few registered disciples who died? In this sect, there are always a few registered disciples who die every year?

In which temple, there are a few ghosts who died unjustly?

After Pan Yong left, Shang Xiangyu stood on the big platform again, looking at the rolling white mist. He didn't move for a long time. He suddenly murmured: "Blood Pill Method?! Shang Xiangyu, do you really want to use it?"

He seemed to be asking himself, but in fact he already had the answer in his heart.

Shang Xiangyu suddenly turned around and walked into the cave. He placed the bamboo slips in his hand on the table, then walked out of the cave, along the cliff, and walked into the dense forest.

Shang Xiangyu walked back from the dense forest to the large platform outside the cave again. He saw a figure sitting in front of the fence at the corner of the platform, singing randomly.

Shang Xiangyu looked at Shang Xin, who had an iron chain tied around his waist, and a complex and unbearable look flashed in his eyes.

He walked over slowly and called softly: "Xin'er!"

Shang Xin turned around immediately after hearing this. When he saw Shang Xiangyu, he smiled foolishly, stretched out his hands, and said vaguely: "Daddy, hold..."

When Shang Xin was young, Shang Xiangyu hated such a younger brother. In the whole mansion, only his biological father loved this stupid son and taught him for more than ten years, and also taught him to say the word "daddy" vaguely.

His father died of illness half a year ago. Before he died, he entrusted Shang Xin to him.

Shang Xin was so stupid that Shang Xiangyu was worried about whoever he was entrusted to, so he could only take him into the mountains.

But Shang Xiangyu had no time to look after him, so he could only tie an iron chain around his waist to prevent him from falling off the cliff.

Shang Xiangyu squatted in front of Shang Xin, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and said, "Xin'er, I'm your brother, not your father."

A look of doubt flashed in Shang Xin's eyes.

Shang Xiangyu looked at Shang Xin's slowness, shook his head slightly, and took out a pheasant that had just been roasted in the dense forest from behind.

Shang Xin's eyes lit up immediately, grabbed it, and laughed.

Shang Xin tore off a chicken leg, but stretched out his hand to hand it to Shang Xiangyu.

Shang Xiangyu was stunned for a moment and said, "Xin'er, brother doesn't want to eat it."

But Shang Xin stubbornly handed it to him again.

Shang Xiangyu's eyes suddenly moistened, and he took the chicken leg.

Shang Xin saw Shang Xiangyu took the chicken leg, smiled happily, and bit the chicken butt.

Shang Xin chewed it with big mouthfuls, and it tasted very sweet.

Shang Xiangyu looked at the chicken leg in his hand, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. He suddenly reached out and took away some broken dead leaves on Shang Xin's head.

Shang Xiangyu looked at Shang Xin and said, "Xin'er, if your brother dies, you can't live! Do you understand?"

Shang Xin obviously didn't understand what Shang Xiangyu said. He just ate the chicken while babbling.

Shang Xiangyu's red eyes flashed a touch of cruelty, and he said it again. "Xin'er, if your brother dies, you can't live either."

After Shang Xiangyu finished speaking, he stood up and walked into the cave.

The moment he stood up, his heart was as cold as a stone.

On the ground where Shang Xiangyu left, there was a chicken leg alone.

Shang Xin looked at the chicken leg with a puzzled look in his eyes. He seemed to be wondering where the chicken leg came from.

Shang Xiangyu walked into the cave, pulled open the animal skin in front of the stone window of the side room, and sat down in front of the table.

At this time, the sky was bright in the side room.

On the bamboo slips spread out on the table, it was written: The method of making blood pill.

Using fresh human blood to assist in refining, the blood pill can retain more than half of the medicinal power of a normal pill.

After refining, human blood will blend with the medicinal properties and become indistinguishable from each other.

Only the blood of a close relative can make the pill without affecting the absorption of the medicinal properties.

Otherwise, if the blood does not blend, the medicinal power cannot be absorbed.

"Xin'er, brother can't die yet!" Shang Xiangyu roared in a voice as shrill as a female ghost.

"Shang Xin, if I die, you can't live either!"

"You were going to die! You were going to die!"

Shang Xiangyu raised his head again, his eyes were already bloodshot, and his facial expression was extremely twisted and painful.

At this time, he looked like a beast biting and devouring his body...