Chapter 497: Wall-Passing Technique

Zhu He loosened his hand, and a round-bellied white porcelain bottle, the size of a child's fist, slowly floated toward Duan Rong.

Duan Rong looked at the white porcelain bottle hovering before him, his gaze shifting slightly; the white porcelain bottle was emitting a crystalline, soft white light. Zhu He had said a few days ago that he would prepare medicine for him; it seemed that the contents of this white porcelain bottle were the medicine to treat the hidden injuries in his dantian.

Duan Rong reached out and grabbed the white porcelain bottle, clutched it in his hand, opened the stopper, placed it at the tip of his nose, and sniffed lightly. In just an instant, his originally calm face immediately twisted into a bitter expression, and he pulled the porcelain bottle away at once; the refreshing medicinal fragrance he had imagined did not appear, and the contents inside the white porcelain bottle actually emitted a nauseating stench.

Duan Rong momentarily doubted whether this was medicine or poison.

He could not help but look at Zhu He with a suspicious gaze.

Zhu He said, "Medicine comes in all sorts of varieties. The smell is a bit pungent, but this medicine was prepared by your master with great effort, and it will be of great benefit to the healing of your hidden injuries and your subsequent cultivation."

Duan Rong's gaze shifted, and he said, "It is also of benefit to subsequent cultivation?" He had clearly and keenly captured the hidden information in Zhu He's words.

"Correct!" Zhu He said, "Your master has also invested a great deal of capital into this medicine. If it weren't for you, kid, having performed a great service and possessing such talent, I truly wouldn't have been willing to part with it."

Zhu He looked at the porcelain bottle in Duan Rong's hand, a look of hidden heartache flashing across his eyes; he had put a type of Divine Medicine into that medicine.

The so-called Divine Medicine was medicinal herbs gathered from within the God-Demon Secret Realm; in this world, this could already be considered a heavenly treasure.

Zhu He continued, "This medicine can not only repair your hidden injuries but also purify your constitution; you must use it carefully and must not waste even the slightest bit."

"Purify my constitution?" Duan Rong did not have a very deep understanding of this term, and no expression of astonishment appeared on his face. He did not know what "purifying the constitution" was.

Seeing Duan Rong's flat reaction, Zhu He could not help but feel a surge of disappointment, and he said, "The Bone Marrow Gray Matter of a High-Tier Beast can also have a certain purifying effect on the constitution if used over many years. But that bit of efficacy cannot be mentioned in the same breath as this medicine."

"Is that so?" Seeing Zhu He boast so miraculously about the medicine inside the porcelain bottle, Duan Rong could not help but feel skeptical.

Could this foul-smelling thing really be as powerful as Zhu He said?

Was this old thief perhaps just feeding him empty promises again?

Seeing Duan Rong's half-believing, half-doubting expression, Zhu He no longer had the desire to explain further; he believed that after Duan Rong used it, he would naturally understand his deep intentions.

Zhu He said, "This medicine is a thick medicinal paste; you only need to dig out a piece the size of a little finger's nail each time, and mix it with some bile from a Fire-Scaled Python to take it. Once every three days!"

"Once every three days?" Duan Rong looked at Zhu He, surprised.

Zhu He nodded.

Duan Rong glanced at the porcelain bottle in his hand, pinched his own little finger, and asked, "Just this much at a time. How long will this one porcelain bottle of medicine last?!"

Zhu He said with a calm expression, "What I have prepared for you is a three-month supply of medicine."

"Three months!?" Duan Rong asked, "Does that mean the hidden injuries in my dantian will take three months to fully heal?"

"That's right! What did you think? You think a damaged dantian is like a scraped buttock!"

Duan Rong suddenly slumped; since entering the mountain, he had long been accustomed to intense cultivation, and these hidden injuries in his dantian clearly had a great impact on his cultivation progress. He had not expected that it would take as long as three months to fully heal.

Seeing Duan Rong's dejected appearance, Zhu He said, "Who told you to be so reckless?! In the Elder Council, you swallowed three drops of Essence Blood from a High-Tier Beast in a row, and even triggered the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi Tide. If it weren't for your good talent and the fact that the Artistic Conception you comprehended had already taken shape and spread, most of the Essence Pressure would have been converted and digested in time; even so, your dantian still sustained hidden injuries. At that time, if the Essence Flow within your body had lost control even slightly, the damage to your dantian would have been even heavier; if it had become truly serious, it could even have caused your realm to stagnate, making it impossible to continue cultivation."

Seeing Zhu He speak so gravely, a flash of lingering fear crossed Duan Rong's eyes. The anger Zhu He showed when he first saw Duan Rong trigger the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi Tide in the Elder Council was definitely not an act!

In the Elder Council, because of the sudden resonance with the residual Artistic Conception left by Gu Daoling in that seal-script character for 'blade', Duan Rong had indeed been deeply moved in that instant, and this feeling was a Peak Experience touched upon by chance, fleeting and gone in a flash.

At that moment, Duan Rong decided to seize that Peak Experience and advance directly.

In fact, he had indeed entered a state of Transparent Candle-Illumination, a state of extraordinary performance, which was why he had triggered the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi Tide.

But because of this, he had also left hidden injuries in his dantian.

Since ancient times, gain and loss have been interdependent; this is the constant principle.

Zhu He said, "This medicine is extremely precious; taking it once every three days is also to allow the medicinal properties to be fully absorbed."

Duan Rong's heart stirred; Zhu He had mentioned the preciousness of this medicine time and again, and had instructed him so cautiously to take it.

Could this medicine truly be miraculous?!

"Also, before the hidden injuries in your dantian are completely repaired, you must absolutely not swallow that High-Tier Beast's Essence Blood again, otherwise the damage to your dantian will worsen further!"

Duan Rong gave a grunt of acknowledgment; regarding this point, he had already tried it before, and even if Zhu He hadn't said it, he wouldn't have touched that High-Tier Beast's Essence Blood again before the hidden injuries in his dantian were completely healed.

"Alright! During this time, you will stay here, repair the hidden injuries in your dantian, and consolidate your realm! Your master is leaving!"

"This disciple will see Master off!" Seeing that Zhu He was about to leave, Duan Rong intended to rise from the meditation cushion.

"No need!"

Zhu He flicked his sleeve, and Duan Rong felt his shoulders sink, being pressed back down onto his seat.

Zhu He had already turned and walked away slowly; he walked to the stone wall behind Duan Rong and, without stopping his pace, walked directly into the stone wall. As the stone wall twisted and indented like a quagmire, Zhu He's figure sank directly into it, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

And that twisted, indented stone wall returned to normal in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened at all.

And this eerie scene was seen in its entirety by Ximen Kankan, who was sitting at the other end of the Secret Chamber.

Originally, he had been sitting there as if deaf, watching Duan Rong and the others' mouths moving, and had already been full of suspicion; at this moment, seeing that old man actually drill into the wall, he almost blurted out the word "monster."

He sprang up from the meditation cushion and rushed to the wall where Zhu He had disappeared, groping back and forth on the wall.

Duan Rong turned his head and, seeing Ximen Kankan's serious expression, using both hands to grope up and down the stone wall, asked, "Kankan, what are you doing there?"

Ximen Kankan did not stop his hands, and while groping, asked, "Is there a mechanism here?"

Duan Rong said, "What mechanism!? Outside that stone wall is a ten-thousand-foot cliff; why would there be a mechanism there? To pee into the cliff?"

"There's no mechanism!" Ximen Kankan lowered his hands from the wall and asked in astonishment, "Then how did that old man get out just now? Wall-Passing Technique!?"

"Wall-Passing Technique!?" Duan Rong chuckled and said, "Something like that. It is indeed the Wall-Passing Technique."

Ximen Kankan looked at the smile on Duan Rong's face and said, "Don't try to fool me!"

Duan Rong explained further, "That is Law Power."

Duan Rong felt that Ximen Kankan calling it the Wall-Passing Technique was not entirely wrong. In fact, in folk legends, descriptions of some Wall-Passing Techniques or Immobilization Techniques often make people feel that these are just basic spells with no lethality, but once one truly enters the path of cultivation, one knows that whether it is the Wall-Passing Technique or the Immobilization Technique, they are abilities that only great experts of the Dongming Realm can display.

Whether it is the Wall-Passing Technique or the Immobilization Technique, behind them is a manipulation of the laws of space.

It is by no means an easy task!

"Law Power!?" Ximen Kankan's eyes flashed, as if thinking of something, and he immediately asked, "Who was that old man just now?"

Duan Rong said, "My master, Zhu He."

"Zhu He!?" Ximen Kankan said, "The Elder of the Elder Council, the Department Head of the Inner History Department, Zhu He?"

Duan Rong said, "How many other Zhu Hes are there in the Taiyi Sect?"

Ximen Kankan muttered, "Law Power?! A great expert of the Dongming Realm?!"

No wonder he had felt as if he were suddenly deaf a moment ago, unable to hear anything; it seemed Zhu He did not want him to hear the conversation between master and disciple and had used some means against him.

Looking at the solid stone wall before him, Ximen Kankan felt a sudden sense of yearning in his heart.

In his mind, a scene suddenly appeared: Zhu He, with his robes fluttering, walked out from the churning clouds and mist of a ten-thousand-foot cliff, his figure flickering as he collided with the craggy cliff face. With just a sway, he vanished like a ghost, and the next moment, he shockingly walked right out from the solid stone wall before his eyes...

Ximen Kankan thought dazedly, the scene emerging in his mind clearly making him feel it was incomparably miraculous...

Duan Rong had achieved the Qi Cyclone Realm and could already perform Wind Riding; wouldn't the means of the Dongming Realm be even more unfathomable?

Just as Ximen Kankan was over there, lost in yearning fantasies and unable to extricate himself, Duan Rong had already opened the stopper of the white porcelain bottle in his hand again, held his breath, and dug out a small lump of black ointment.

Zhu He had boasted of this medicine as being miraculous; he could not help but want to test the medicinal effect immediately.

Duan Rong focused his Divine Sense, and that small lump of ointment detached from his fingernail, floating before his eyes, hovering like a black-shelled beetle.

He then flipped his left hand, putting away the Round-bellied White Porcelain Bottle, and gripped another Porcelain Bottle in his palm.

Duan Rong opened the stopper, and with a pull of Essence from his right palm, a small cluster of liquid swirled incessantly within his palm; it was precisely a cluster of bile from a fire-scaled python.

He urged his Divine Sense, and that black, small-beetle-like lump of ointment flew over and merged into the fire-scaled python's bile.

At the moment the two medicines blended, Duan Rong clearly smelled a faint, exotic fragrance; he did not hesitate any longer, opened his mouth, and the fused medicinal liquid flew into his mouth.

Duan Rong then sat with his five hearts facing the sky, keeping his Divine Sense inward to observe the changes within his dantian.

The moment that cluster of medicinal liquid entered his dantian, it turned into clouds and mist, dispersed onto the inner walls of the dantian, and dissolved away.

A comfortable, cooling sensation permeated from Duan Rong's dantian, and immediately, a tingling feeling welled up deep within the dantian; that feeling made him unable to help but moan, his whole body trembling once.

Ximen Kankan was still there sighing in yearning when he suddenly saw Duan Rong's back shudder, followed by an extremely comfortable moan.

Ximen Kankan's eyes jumped; he walked slowly to Duan Rong's front and looked closely, only to see Duan Rong sitting cross-legged there with a look of intoxication.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Ximen Kankan clicked his tongue and said, "Look at you, like some slut being caressed... really..."

Hearing this, Duan Rong opened his eyes, glared at Ximen Kankan, and said displeased, "Explain to me, you bastard, what is 'caressing'?"

Ximen Kankan said, "And here I thought you were married? You don't even know what caressing is. Let me tell you, all the actions before the union of clouds and rain are called caressing."

"Get lost!"

Duan Rong roared with his eyes splitting, scaring Ximen Kankan into a start; he immediately ran back to where he was originally cultivating, sat down cross-legged, and muttered, "Just a joke! Why so irritable?"

Duan Rong said, "I don't have time to joke with you right now."

After saying this, Duan Rong once again kept his Divine Sense inward and sank into his dantian.

Having been disturbed by Ximen Kankan for a moment, the medicinal power was already taking effect in the dantian; Duan Rong used his Divine Sense to observe the situation in his dantian, his heart filled with waves of surprise.

He saw that at this moment, on the dantian wall, sparse, slender black substances were wriggling out bit by bit from the depths of the dantian.

That stuff was like fungal hyphae, and it was very short; the moment it detached from the energy center wall, it was wrapped by Qi and, following the Essence Flow, traveled all the way up, passing through the chest, throat, and crown, and was finally expelled into the air via the Three Flowers Gather at the Crown above his head.

The moment those short black fungal hyphae touched the air, they instantly turned into nothingness and vanished.

Duan Rong then discovered that not only did a wisp of Black Fungal Hyphae wriggle out from his dantian from time to time, but in his meridians, one or two wisps of Black Fungal Hyphae would also wriggle out occasionally.

As soon as these fungal hyphae appeared, they were wrapped by the Essence Flow and, with the circulation of the Great Heavenly Cycle, were expelled from his body.

At this moment, Duan Rong thought of Zhu He's words: this medicine could purify one's constitution.

Those wriggling fungal hyphae were clearly some hidden impurities within his body.

These impurities were actually extremely difficult to expel because they were also, in fact, a certain extremely important type of talent in cultivation.

The fewer impurities in the body, the higher the affinity with the Essence of heaven and earth, and the speed of cultivation would also increase accordingly.

Moreover, when communicating with the Dao of heaven through the body, it would also be more transparent. The fewer the impurities, the fewer the obstacles. If impurities are redundant, then it is blocked and unclear.

As the medicinal power continued to ferment, the number of Black Fungal Hyphae wriggling out from the dantian wall and meridians reached as many as seven or eight wisps with one circulation of the Great Heavenly Cycle.

These Black Fungal Hyphae were all expelled from the body via the Three Flowers Gather at the Crown on top of his head and vanished into the air...

Zhu He was not just painting a pie in the sky; this medicine was indeed miraculous!

Such medicinal effect far exceeded Duan Rong's expectations!

This old man had really bled for this!

Although Duan Rong did not know what medicine Zhu He had used on him, such a miraculous effect made it easy to imagine how precious it was.

No wonder when Zhu He was leaving, he kept instructing him to take it once every three days and not to waste a single bit of the medicinal effect. This was absolutely no exaggeration!

For such a Divine Medicine, wasting even a hair's breadth would be a waste of a heavenly treasure!

However, after expelling seven or eight wisps of Black Fungal Hyphae per Great Heavenly Cycle, it only lasted for three Great Heavenly Cycles before it began to drop sharply.

Afterward, only three or four wisps of Black Fungal Hyphae could be expelled per Great Heavenly Cycle.

About several hours later, the Black Fungal Hyphae expelled per Great Heavenly Cycle halved again, with only one or two wisps each time.

Just at this moment, Duan Rong suddenly discovered that in some places on his skin, a small amount of yellow-white pus began to flow out, and some of the yellow-white pus even contained spotted black dots...

"This is..."

Clearly, with the purification of his dantian and meridians, his body had also begun to show signs of purification.

His constitution was changing!

Although the yellow-white pus flowing out was still very little, and it only occurred in two or three locations on his shoulders and abdomen.

But this was only after a few hours; if this could continue for three months, wouldn't he be reborn?!

(End of chapter)