As soon as this medicine pill dissolves in his stomach, these worms are released.
"How sinister this thing is!"
Shang Xiangyu’s sinister face flashed through Duan Rong’s mind, and a look of hatred and fear intertwined in his eyes.
Shang Xiangyu is a Martial Artist in the Primordial Qi Realm Great Perfection, and his techniques are bizarre. Plus, he is a pharmacist among the inner sect disciples, holding quite a status within the sect. Facing such an opponent, Duan Rong feels a heavy sense of helplessness from deep within.
He cannot confront Shang Xiangyu directly; it would be no different from seeking death.
But he must find a way to escape from this person.
To escape him, he must leave Taiyi Sect.
However, one good thing is that Shang Xiangyu watched him swallow an insect medicine pill.
Shang Xiangyu already believes he has control over him.
As time goes on, if he can thoroughly gain Shang Xiangyu’s trust, he will certainly have the chance to escape this place and leave Taiyi Sect!
Once he leaves Taiyi Sect, the world is vast and open!
He can change his identity and start anew, or he could sneak into another province to seek other opportunities!
The Divine Soul Skill originates from the Western Regions!
Perhaps going to Dharma Temple in the Western Regions is also a good choice!
In the temple, he might have a great awakening and attain emptiness!
Then, he would no longer be troubled by the matters of Lv Qingzhu and Xiao Yu!
Thinking thus, Duan Rong lay on the stone bed, covered with a blanket, and fell into a muddled sleep...
He was very tired tonight, and his Divine Soul has been overly exhausted. If not for being so fatigued, he would definitely have refined a Yang Pill before sleeping.
In his sleep, Duan Rong drooled and murmured, "Qingzhu, your husband is going to become a monk, heading to Dharma Temple!"
On the table, a dim, yellow candle flickered, brightening and dimming.
Shang Xiangyu sat cross-legged on a mat woven from reeds against the wall. He wore a wrinkled and dirty Daoist robe, but unusually, he tied up his loose silver hair.
Shang Xiangyu was practicing energy regulation and breathing; the dim candlelight illuminated his face.
On his pale face, the skin was tight, even the corners of his eyes were smooth, without a trace of fine lines. But strangely, on his neck, fine lines seemed to creep up from inside his collar...
After adjusting his breathing, Shang Xiangyu’s eyes suddenly hardened, and he took off his shirt.
With the Daoist robe removed, his chest was seen still having smooth skin, but the wrinkles around seemed to have spread more since the last check.
Shang Xiangyu’s eyes showed pain. "Only a few days, and it has spread to here?!"
Sparse fine lines were seen climbing near his nipples, the area above his abdomen had fallen extensively.
The wrinkles on his arms spread, climbing past his shoulders, beginning to extend to the neck... as if an invisible hand was about to clutch his throat...
Shang Xiangyu flipped his hand, and a white porcelain bottle was held within.
He poured out a pill.
This pill, originally named Rejuvenation Pill, was only successfully refined by Shang Xiangyu using the Blood Pill Technique, hence he called it Blood Spring Pill.
The Blood Spring Pill was entirely crimson, with faint shimmering thread-like light on its surface.
Shang Xiangyu’s expression moved slightly and placed a pill into his mouth...
Shang Xiangyu slowly swallowed the pill, sitting cross-legged, beginning to refine its medicinal power.
As the candlelight danced, a faint blush appeared on Shang Xiangyu’s pale face...
The sparse fine lines near his neck and nipples unexpectedly vanished...
The wrinkles above the shoulders and abdomen gradually turned from dense to sparse, then from sparse to smooth...
Half an hour later, the wrinkles on the abdomen receded to the navel, and those on the arms retreated to the elbows.
Shang Xiangyu’s eyes abruptly opened, feeling a surge of vibrant vitality within...
Looking at his arms and chest-abdomen, Shang Xiangyu appeared pleased. "Blood Spring Pill is indeed effective!"
As Shang Xiangyu’s words fell, wrinkles emerged again at the navel and elbows.
Shang Xiangyu’s pleasant expression darkened suddenly.
"Blood Spring Pill can only delay the spread of aging inside my body... but cannot cure this essential depletion..."
"...Thirty-six Blood Spring Pills, even without considering diminishing efficacy, can at most buy me only half a year’s time..."
"And, I have no blood relatives left in this world. there’s absolutely no second batch of Blood Spring Pills!"
"Perhaps half a year is enough!" Shang Xiangyu’s eyes suddenly deepened. "Initially, this decision seemed hard to make. But my father is dead, Xin’Er is also gone. I’m nothing but alone in this world."
In solitude, a strange sense of relaxation filled his mind. Not only the decision became easier, he even feared death less than before...
Under the candlelight, Shang Xiangyu suddenly smirked evilly.