I Can Devour Spirits

After about an hour, Duan Rong exhaled a murky breath and retreated from his Sea of Consciousness. His forehead was covered with sweat, and in the darkness, his expression was even more listless...

He tried every possible method, yet still had no way to deal with that blood light...

The blood light had infiltrated his Sea of Consciousness because of his devouring the Artifact Spirit by chance.

But, having already infiltrated, how could it be so easily removed?

The Sea of Consciousness was the very origin of his mind and body!

As the saying goes, it’s easier to conquer the thief in the mountains than the thief in the heart!

Duan Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up from the stone bed, and walked slowly to the mouth of the cave.

The mountain breeze swept by, bringing a refreshing chill to Duan Rong’s face. Although spring was still in its early chills, the valley below the cliff was aglow with the gentle light of the spring sun.

Duan Rong placed his hand above his eyes as a shade and glanced at the sun overhead, estimating it was about noon. His stomach started growling, as if his ”Temple of the Five Zangs” was urging him to feed it.

Duan Rong moved swiftly, leaping up the cliff face like a swallow skimming water.

A few breaths later, he arrived by the stream in the valley. Looking at the small fish swimming in the creek, Duan Rong shook his head. Fish are plumper in autumn, but it was early spring, just after the thaw; after a winter, the fish in the river were scrawny, without an ounce of fat.

At that moment, a yellow shadow flickered in the forest. Duan Rong’s heart stirred as he released his Divine Sense to scan the area.

After reaching the third layer of the Fetal Concealment Scripture, the reach of Duan Rong’s Divine Soul First Skill extended from a hundred meters to one hundred and fifty meters.

As Duan Rong’s Divine Sense swept over, he smiled. The yellow shadow was a deer in the forest, foraging for moss and tender grass.

Duan Rong moved like a phantom, darting into the forest. The deer, startled by the rustling leaves, attempted to flee, but Duan Rong was already upon it. A flash of cold light, and the Cow Tail Saber in his hand severed the deer’s head.

With a shake of his elbow, the blood on the Cow Tail Saber was flicked off. He returned the saber to its sheath, grabbed the deer by its hind hooves, slung it over his shoulder, and walked slowly back to the stream.

By the stream, Duan Rong gutted and skinned the deer, cleaning it thoroughly. He divided the venison into several hefty chunks.

In the cool early spring weather, the mountain air was even colder, keeping the venison from spoiling. Duan Rong hung most of the deer meat at the cave mouth on the cliff to dry, taking only a foreleg to roast on a large rock by the stream...

The flames crackled, the scent of pine boughs wafting through the air, wrapping around the tender venison. The surface of the deer leg was turning golden brown, sizzling as fat dripped...

Duan Rong removed the venison leg from the fire, sliced off the outer layer, and placed it on a large white stone underfoot, then returned the rest of the leg to the fire...

Picking up the roasted venison from the white stone, Duan Rong put it in his mouth. One side was crispy and the other tender. His cheeks bulged as he chewed vigorously, savoring the flavor and squinting his eyes in satisfaction...

After eating the venison, Duan Rong cupped the creek water in his hands and drank, glancing at the fish swimming leisurely in the bright spring sunlight—a truly delightful sight...

Once he had his fill, Duan Rong gnawed the deer foreleg to the bone, patted his now rounded belly, and lay back on the shimmering white stone, dozing off...

Duan Rong slept for less than an hour before waking up. He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, scraped the eye crud from his eyes, squatted by the stream, and washed his face with the cool early spring water. Looking up at the mountain forest in early spring, he suddenly smiled warmly.

The next moment, Duan Rong suddenly leaped up like a monkey, drawing the Cow Tail Saber from his waist with a swoosh. The cold light flashed, and he began performing the Five Tigers and Sheep Saber technique on the large stone by the stream.

Duan Rong had come to Wild Boar Mountain for secluded cultivation. Besides training in the third layer of the Fetal Concealment Scripture, he wanted to attempt a breakthrough—the last layer of the Inner Breath Realm, the Great Perfection Realm, which had long trapped him.

Through contemplation over this period, Duan Rong had come up with a plan in his mind.

Breaking through to the Inner Breath Realm Great Perfection should be related to the strength of his Spiritual Power.

Having achieved the third layer of the Fetal Concealment Scripture, his Spiritual Power had already taken a step up. Now was the time to attempt a breakthrough to the Great Perfection Realm!

There was no one to guide him on how to break through to the Great Perfection Realm. He had no choice but to figure it out on his own!

He decided to use the most laborious method: continually honing his saber technique!

Duan Rong believed that since Xiao Zongting’s modifications of the Five Tigers and Sheep Saber had brought it to a certain balance in all aspects, this saber technique was clearly the most suitable for attempting a breakthrough to the Great Perfection Realm!

He only needed to take it one step further, pushing the Five Tigers and Sheep Saber, which had already reached the Micro Realm, to break through another layer!

By the stream in the valley, Duan Rong practiced the Five Tigers and Sheep Saber repeatedly!

The sun gradually descended, yet his form continued to flash and maneuver on the large stone by the stream, his saber shadow fluttering!

The sun set in the west, and darkness spread through the valley...

Duan Rong pressed his lips together, a layer of sweat on his forehead, but he did not stop.

Though he was thoroughly familiar with the Five Tigers and Sheep Saber, he was still fully absorbed, practicing each move...

The sun had set, the cold moon had not yet risen, and the valley was engulfed in darkness without a trace of light, with only the gentle murmur of the stream occasionally casting a dim, cold shimmer...

In the darkness, Duan Rong danced with his saber, his figure desolate!

His eyes gleamed, having adapted to the dark environment. He had practiced for several hours and was already familiar with the engravings on the rock underfoot. Even in the dark, without using his Divine Sense, he moved as if on level ground!