Chapter 119: He Bo's Anxiety (Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter)

Amidst the miasma and toxins of the mountain forest.

Du En took out three bottles of medicinal pills and several sheets of paper-based pill formulas.

Although they were paper, they were not ordinary paper, but spirit paper; on the front were written the corresponding pill ratios and general refining techniques, while the back was messily filled with various inspirations and ideas from Huang Xiaosheng, along with other related notes.

"Solid Essence Pill, Essence Returning Pill..."

Then, pulling off the pill bottle caps, it was easy to match them to the descriptions on the pill formulas based on the pills' characteristics.

Two bottles of second-tier low-grade Solid Essence Pills for cultivation, and one bottle of second-tier low-grade Essence Returning Pills for healing and recovering magic power.

Huang Xiaosheng had refined them quite well; they were vaguely reaching the level of second-tier mid-grade.

Taking the jade talisman and pressing it against his forehead, he carefully finished reading the message contained within; as the recipient, his eyes immediately began to flicker.

But if the matter dragged on, changes would inevitably occur!

Since that was the case, he could only use the second move!

Thus, he quietly left Qingya Garden and sent a message jade talisman to an old acquaintance at the outpost camp!

Eight hundred miles were swept across, and the camp's formation did not block it, because this jade talisman had the same identification mark as a patrol token, so it could pass through the formation's screening.

Du En was not surprised; after refining the medicinal pills, he took over that magical artifact sword.

But!

Thinking of this, He Bo could no longer restrain himself.

"Compared to the previous Qi Condensation Pills, the effect is clearly inferior; on average, I get a little less per bottle. It seems that the deeper one masters this cultivation technique, the more robust and refined the magic power becomes, and the efficacy of pills of the corresponding grade appears increasingly less."

This anger kept surging up, up, and up!

He unfolded it in one go, then, it got a bit stuck on the side of the cooked mud pot.

Guys like Huang Xiaosheng naturally choose to be sycophantic and servile.

It was very obvious that being able to possess a second-tier storage bag meant Du En must have some connections.

This was not the magical artifact issued by the camp, but the magical artifact originally belonging to Huang Xiaosheng, the second-tier mid-grade Flying Yellow Sword, with its name engraved on the blade; the previous magical artifact self-detonation blast had not damaged it in the slightest.

"That corpse-burying brat Du En actually has a second-tier storage bag?"

Far away, eight hundred miles away, between the city wall and the shanty area, inside that Qingya Garden.

And because of this, it could accurately and correctly arrive in a person's hands.

Its firepower had become extremely stretched!

Just like Xiang Tao dared to curse Tang Yiping in public, all the old patrol guards in this outpost camp were actually quite unrestrained, very indulgent of their emotions, and all carried a bit of a "broken pot, broken throw" attitude.

The same ladle of water, poured into a washbasin versus poured into a large water vat, brings about different results.

"But how to confirm it? That brat has been acting like a penniless wretch these past few days, riding that rotten shield all day long, and when he returns, he always hides in his residence, at most walking around to look and get familiar with the environment..."

There was nothing to say about the Solid Essence Pills; after checking them for errors, one just had to consume and refine them.

He did not return to his own room, but with a clear goal, he arrived in the eyes of the old patrol guard who was deep in thought.

Immediately, he found a decent place nearby, sat cross-legged to consume the pills, and refined them to circulate his cultivation.

The bait was already placed before his eyes, but it was still quite troublesome to eat it.

Unable to help cursing twice, He Bo did not have any doubts, because the conduct of evil cultivators was very strange and difficult for ordinary people to fathom.

Otherwise, why call them evil cultivators?

Therefore, it might be tomorrow, or in a couple of days, that they would make a move, but it was also possible that they hadn't actually cared, and wouldn't make a move because of the previous matter at all.

Just let him take it out obediently!

Possessing such a storage bag proved that his net worth was quite substantial, so even if the storage bag's artifact restriction problem couldn't be solved, it actually wasn't that important; in the end, one could still reap a significant harvest!

Not bad, not bad, this miser He Bo is actually quite considerate of an old friend this time!

"Heh! I was wondering why He Bo was so concerned this time; turns out that brat sold his master for glory, his background isn't shallow, and he's quite a threat..."

"Good stuff! Even the camp master is only allowed to hold a few; if he dared to take one more, Tang Yiping would come to hold him accountable the next day. Although the storage bag's artifact restriction problem is quite troublesome, it can be solved indirectly."

Of course, now they were all Du En's.

So, could he only create a reasonable chance encounter? Or wait for him to come knocking on his own?

He fell into deep contemplation, and the more he thought, the more he couldn't help but curse He Bo.

"Looking at that look he always has of looking down on me, yet his net worth is quite thin; so, it must be that for this exile, he exchanged the rest of his family assets for this magical artifact, and the one issued by the camp was probably given as a tribute to the old patrol guard who brought him."

Especially when seeing that hall door he had specifically left, which was still not repaired, he couldn't help but think of the provocation and humiliation Du En had dealt him a few nights ago.

"The Essence Returning Pill is of no use to me, because my body is tough; if I'm truly injured, pills of the same grade are basically useless. However, this efficacy of recovering magic power can be used to shorten the intervals between spell practice, but with only ten per bottle, it's estimated to only be enough for one day."

Throwing the trouble to me and making me waste extra brainpower!

If I could be transferred back, I would have to secretly give him a good beating with a club and smash his skull open!

After cursing, he continued to think.

Thinking and thinking, the sky turned dark.

What a bastard!

The "old leading the new" in the outpost camp is actually just a division of exploitation!

Now and subsequently, the corresponding old patrol guard can find ways to exploit the newcomer they brought.

As these thoughts flashed by, Du En began to wipe away the original imprint on the magical artifact and refine it for his own use.

Half a day later, his cultivation accumulation increased by eight points.

At the same time.

Du En returned to the camp right on time.

Next, Du En first dragged Huang Xiaosheng's corpse to a distant place and buried it in a dead zone to destroy the evidence, allowing this divine ability to open for business again; two hundred minus one, still one hundred and ninety-nine to go.

After doing this, he left and returned, continuing to screen and look over his own patrol sector.

"Let me see what Old He has to look after me again..."

There is no need to change the name; keep it as it is, just don't let it slip out.

The future is already dim and dull, so why not enjoy yourself and have some fun while you still can?

"However, I must observe and confirm first; I cannot be used as a tool by that guy He Bo, working for him for nothing!"

The main thing is not to inform the others, so they don't dilute the benefits.

Originally, he did not want to get involved personally, only wishing to borrow a knife to kill, so as to avoid being implicated afterward.

Several days have passed, and his connections at the outpost camp still haven't sent word that Du En has been killed by an evil cultivator, bitten to death by a demonic beast, or ravaged by a miasma-filled danger zone!

The rest could be overlooked, but why is this evil cultivator, who was expected to strike and let him borrow a knife to kill, still so calm and not jumping out to kill?

"What a useless evil cultivator! Only knows how to bully the weak and fear the strong!"

During this process, he naturally used his own attainments in artifact refining to examine its interior and exterior, ensuring there were no hidden traps, and then he had to refine and reshape it to avoid being recognized.

"Since we have all been arranged to be exiled here, if there really were any problems, Tang Yiping, this supervisor, wouldn't be able to escape either; besides, I have already fallen to this state, so why would I need to worry about anything?"

The more He Bo thought about it, the angrier and more bothered he became; his expression shifted, and he suddenly stopped, having made up his mind.

Although the whole process seemed bumpy, he still successfully made the Flying Yellow Sword pitted and scarred, so that even the artifact refiner who personally crafted it would absolutely not recognize it.

At the entrance of the Corpse Affairs Hall attic, He Bo was pacing back and forth, appearing extremely restless.

"It seems the pot needs to be changed too, no, or rather, the problem should be solved at the root..."

Hm? To think they delivered themselves to my door!?

Good lad! Making me waste time for nothing, truly hateful!

He gritted his teeth inwardly, but on the surface, he didn't reveal any malice, speaking quite normally: "New here to bury corpses, eh? What? Do you have spirit stones to patronize my logistics office?"

(End of this chapter)