Chapter 34: The Art of Breath Concealment

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

"How dare you, how dare you, defy me who has been summoned! Truly, truly, how bold! Lord, ah, great Lord, give me strength, give me strength again!"

Amidst his rapid gasping, Zhang Song forced a chilling, ear-piercing sound out of his throat using his shattered vocal cords.

Hearing these chaotic, slurred, and faint words that only he could hear, Du En couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

If one excluded the possibility that this guy was a lunatic deep in his own woven fantasies, then this so-called Lord, and that talk of being summoned, were real.

A figure behind the evil cultivators?

Du En quickly thought of this group.

"Although it's only thirty percent of the content and appears incomplete, if I ponder it and tinker with it, coming up with a 'beggar-among-beggars' version of a basic Breath-Concealing Art shouldn't be a problem."

The hope for turning his life around lies in this!

When it comes to being eerie, this Corpse-Burial Wasteland is no joke.

Du En is already at a stage of minor accomplishment, so combining them now naturally seems simple.

"..."

Pondering the Breath-Concealing Art.

Then, Du En, expressionless, threw the shovel in his hand like a javelin.

Due to today's accident, they were even more eager about Du En's secret to eating more and practicing more.

Very quickly, a pit was dug.

"Modest! The boss is a modest person, I understand, I understand!"

Du En's state was fine; because he highly suspected this person was related to evil cultivators, he immediately retrieved the shovel and dug a pit nearby, wanting to bury the other party.

He then used the basically half-ruined shovel in his hand to pry at Zhang Song, who was now truly dead, and moved the corpse into the pit.

No, is this a piece of paper, or perhaps, a piece of human skin?

In Du En's steady gaze, this pale, thin, and jarring piece of paper-like skin, while fluttering, happened to unfold a small corner toward him.

"You, ah! No, I..."

The crowd had not the slightest doubt, because they had just participated as well; although they pushed all the credit onto Du En, they were actually very excited, and immediately started climbing up while discussing it.

Selecting the content regarding breath concealment from the thirty percent of the Life-Concealing Death-Faking Art, and then weeding out the parts he couldn't grasp or that might be problematic, only half a percent remained.

Dead.

Such a person lurking in the shadows, daring to kill and dispose of bodies like that on the border of the Immortal Sect's territory, and still not having been wiped out, was clearly not just some ordinary group.

Du En finalized the distribution plan.

By observing it, he judged the specific situation.

The effect will get weaker and weaker; it can maintain a relatively effective state for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, but after half an hour passes, it will completely lose its effect.

Du En expressionlessly shoveled it into the pit along with the dirt, then shoveled over the soil stained with Zhang Song's blood and other traces, burying everything in one pit.

If they had a so-called Lord hidden behind the scenes, it would be acceptable and seem reasonable.

This was unexpectedly not too difficult.

The spell Zhang Song used to store the corpse was also a spell Du En had been curious about just now.

In other words, it was originally a type of "silent technique."

The others also started to recover at this moment, and facing the turning Du En, they exclaimed and praised him one after another.

En route, a piece of white cloth fluttered down from the bloody corpse.

Seeing this, Du En didn't waste any more breath on the topic, only saying: "Seeing that you all have plenty of breath to talk, then, you can finish up the remaining work; I'll take a rest."

Because the gap in their cultivation levels was vast, it was clear that even Du En's minor-accomplishment Yellow Earth Technique could only stir up this much of a ripple.

This chore was already finished, and the next step was naturally to catch the big boss.

Because his time and energy were being squeezed.

He directly shoveled through Zhang Song's neck, completely killing this guy who was at the end of his rope.

However, because of this, the practice of the Sand-Raising Technique would be slightly affected.

So, wanting to tempt him with a spell was truly too cheap!

A spell, the Life-Concealing Death-Faking Art.

Du En pondered these things, no longer in a state of practice, and then discovered that this spell had a lingering period, which was the duration of its effect.

"Learn, learn, must learn, follow the boss's lead!"

Anyway, he had taken quite a few things from corpses before; now it was just doing it again, once more making a fortune from the dead, getting what he deserved!

Therefore...

This low-grade Earth-element cultivation method had no bells or whistles, only the most basic characteristics of the Earth-element: silently bearing objects and slowly accumulating.

"The boss is truly mighty and imposing!"

Once patted down, there was no more movement.

Wei Ming appeared obsequious.

"..."

As long as he could tinker it out, then later, it would just be a matter of accumulating proficiency and letting nature take its course!

"What do you call this? This is the demeanor of an expert!"

Listening to these words, Du En only replied: "Without your cover and harassment, I don't know what the result would have been."

It was written with tiny, fly-head-sized characters, dense and packed; at first glance it looked neat, but in reality, looking at it too much made one feel dizzy, with a slight sense of distortion emerging.

Thus, when the others finished burying the remaining corpses, he had also mastered a new spell on his side.

"Now there's no need to force continuous use all day; just keep it at ten times each per day, matched with the frequency of the Sand-Raising Technique..."

【Breath-Concealing Art (Beginner 0/10)】

Just like the Sand Raising Technique, one can practice it whenever there is a spare moment to accumulate proficiency.

Of course, this might be something only Du En can see; if it were Wei Ming and the others, it is highly unlikely to be the case.

Hearing these people talk with increasing enthusiasm, looking completely unworried, Du En simply found a relatively clean spot, sat cross-legged, and focused entirely on his own affairs.

About thirty percent or so!

Compared to the complete Life-Concealing Death-Feigning Art, it is naturally a beggar-among-beggars-among-beggars version, but it has no hidden dangers, is simple and easy to practice, consumes almost no mana, and is more like adding a plug-in to a cultivation method.

Zhang Song still wanted to say something, but his head rolled away, and he quickly lost all signs of life.

"Cough, cough, Du En, at a time like this, there's no need to be modest; killing an enemy of a higher stage during the initial strike is worth bragging about anywhere!"

If you want to see everything, then open it!

As long as you pick up and open this paper, all the spells written on it will be yours!

"Isn't that so? Old Ning here, cough, cough... this can be considered seeing something rare in my long life; if this gets out, it will definitely shock those ungrateful ghosts!"

"......"

"Boss, the work is done."

The others immediately felt completely at ease, one after another lying limply on the ground, silently relaxing.

Then, combining it with the inherent characteristics of the Yellow Earth Art, he began to assemble and piece it together.

"You bunch of guys, one by one, so impatient! Cough, cough... save some strength, after we finish work later, we need to catch a Great Owl; I have new ideas again."

"Eat more and practice more, that is the boss's secret to success!"

For who knows how many years before this, countless evil and strange corpses were all buried here, yet there was never any report of any danger breaking out; it was only the place itself that made people exceptionally wary.

At this moment, Wei Ming and the others had already approached, and they did not notice at all that Du En was pondering the casting of spells.

In the silence, it seemed as if someone was whispering in his ear, and the greed that grew and spread as a result was also fueling the fire, urging Du En to pick it up and open it.

The moment those small characters entered his eyes, they were clearly understood and memorized.

"Awesome, Boss, you even killed someone at the middle stage of Qi Refining!"

At this moment, it revealed the tip of its iceberg.

This is normal; having fought a bitter battle with Zhang Song, he indeed needs to rest now.

"Mm, let's go."

Du En nodded, packed up his tools, and led the group, following the flying strange owls to their nest.

(End of this chapter)