Chapter 49: The Function of the Red Blood Stone

Early morning, the sun rose in the east, and sunlight squeezed into the room along the window.

Chen Mo stepped into the room, first inspected himself, and after making preparations, only then took out the Red Blood Stone.

Yesterday he did not rashly input Inner Qi into it; this Red Blood Stone was obtained from the Grey Mist, and if an accident occurred and it pulled him back into the Grey Mist, the risk would be too great.

But in the daytime, such a situation should not occur, so he could make an attempt.

The most important thing was that there were Gong and Drum in the daytime; Chen Mo had just gone out and swiped a set of Gong and Drum to bring back, so if he encountered problems while inputting Inner Qi, he could still beat the gong to save himself.

Admittedly, his current preparations might be somewhat superfluous, and there was a high probability of it being a wasted effort.

But this kind of thing is either not needed, or if it is truly needed, it will save his life.

Compared to the wasted time and energy, Chen Mo still cherished his own life more.

Having made all preparations, he guided a wisp of Inner Qi from his Dantian Internal Qi and input it into the Red Blood Stone in the palm of his right hand.

In an instant, the Red Blood Stone, which had long since dimmed, became bright again, releasing bursts of blood-colored light, and the Red Blood Stone instantly turned into fine powder.

A mass of Blood Qi then surged into his body along Chen Mo's arm, taking almost only the time of a single breath.

Chen Mo's complexion instantly turned crimson, his whole person became rapidly scalding hot, and his entire body turned crimson.

The amount of Blood Qi that surged in within this short time was truly too much; even with his current strength, it was quite strenuous to digest and absorb it.

Chen Mo decisively removed all the clothes on his body, stood naked in the room, picked up a towel from the side, dipped it in clear water, and wiped back and forth on his body.

Under the effect of the temperature on his skin, the clear water constantly turned into steam, and as that mass of Blood Qi surged into his body, the Transformation Pearl immediately exerted its effect, beginning to rapidly absorb this excess Blood Qi.

Chen Mo felt it in his heart and immediately began to practice the Greedy Wolf Seven Kill Fist; the Blood Qi in his body was abundant, even to the point of being about to overflow.

Therefore, the effect of this practice was incomparably good; just one round of the fist technique was worth dozens of rounds in the past.

However, as the set of fist techniques was finished, the Blood Qi in Chen Mo's body was also completely absorbed and converted by him.

A considerable portion of it was absorbed by the Transformation Pearl; the Transformation Pearl, which originally only had thirty percent Qi and Blood, now had internal accumulated Qi and Blood approaching sixty percent.

The amount of Qi and Blood increased this time was worth two months of his own accumulation.

If there were two or three more stones like this, he could now proceed with his third rebirth.

In addition, the increase in Inner Qi was not much, at most only worth six or seven days of his bitter practice.

This was also normal; after all, the vast majority of the Blood Qi was absorbed by the Transformation Pearl, and Chen Mo did not convert them into Inner Qi.

If he had converted them all into Inner Qi, then his Dantian Internal Qi would certainly have made significant progress.

However, compared to Inner Qi cultivation, rebirth would bring a greater improvement to himself.

Therefore, the aspect Chen Mo prioritized improving was still his physical body; Inner Qi cultivation currently only served as the icing on the cake.

If he could have two or three more such Red Blood Stones, then he could now accumulate sufficient Qi and Blood without having to waste time waiting bitterly.

But Chen Mo knew that wanting to obtain such Red Blood Stones was by no means an easy task.

The situation within the Grey Mist was too complex; he could indeed easily defeat a Blood Monkey now, and even if two or three came, they would definitely not be his match.

But who could guarantee that there were no other more powerful and bizarre creatures in the Grey Mist besides the Blood Monkey?

And last time he was lucky; when he fell into the Grey Mist, he did not immediately encounter a Blood Monkey.

Chen Mo dared not gamble that his luck would be good next time.

Moreover, until now, his understanding of the Grey Mist was too little; that beating the Gong and Drum could disperse the Grey Mist was a guess he had made, which had not yet been truly verified even once.

If he were to beat the Gong and Drum inside the Grey Mist, whether it could disperse the Grey Mist, he actually dared not be certain of this point.

Even if the above problems were not considered too much, Chen Mo still had a more important difficulty to solve.

That was how to enter the Grey Mist!

To consider how to get out, one must establish it on a foundation: how should he get in?

Compared to how to escape the Grey Mist, what Chen Mo was even less clear about was how to enter, and how to ensure his own safety after entering.

In fact, until now, with the information he could understand given his status and position, there was no description of the Grey Mist at all, and one could even say there was not even a word about it.

He had even once asked his foster father in a roundabout way, wanting to know why it was necessary to arrange for people to beat the gong to report the time in the military camp, and why they had to do such a completely meaningless thing.

Even if they had to report the time, reporting once at dawn and once at dusk was completely sufficient; there was no need to waste manpower to do this at other times.

However, his foster father had no explanation for this matter, only saying that this was a military order, there was no reason, and it must be executed.

The Imperial Court had always done it this way, so he should just follow along honestly, not play any clever tricks, and repeatedly warned him that if he were to lead an army alone in the future, other things could be relaxed, but this matter must never be relaxed.

Not saying why, but strictly warning him that he absolutely had to do this, already revealed many things.

Either he also did not know about it, but only knew that this matter was extremely serious and could not be ignored.

Or he knew, but for some reason could not tell Chen Mo, and absolutely could not tell anyone who did not know about this matter.

Combined with the fact that this world had things like the Ruins Realm, then many things were already very clear.

The Grey Mist was very likely a Ruins Realm that covered the entire world, and the more people who knew about a Ruins Realm, the more bizarre and powerful that Ruins Realm would become.

Therefore, the Imperial Court was trying its best to suppress this news, trying not to let anyone know of the existence of the Grey Mist.

Of course, this was only Chen Mo's guess, or perhaps the Ruins Realm of the Grey Mist was relatively special.

Otherwise, according to the situation that the more people who knew about a Ruins Realm, the stronger it would be, it was obviously impossible for him to have survived the Grey Mist back then.

Regardless of which one it was, Chen Mo did not intend to go into the Grey Mist to explore in the short term; his strength was insufficient, and there was no need to take this risk now.

But going into the Grey Mist to explore did indeed yield very high rewards; if there was an opportunity to have more understanding of the Grey Mist, then he could consider going in to explore again.

After all, the harvest obtained this way was much faster than relying on time to accumulate slowly.

Carefully putting away the powder turned from the Red Blood Stone, Chen Mo put on his clothes and first went to return the Gong and Drum, then hurried to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

Today he arrived neither early nor late, and many Personal Soldiers were already gathered in the kitchen.

Chen Mo first took eight large plates of steamed buns, served two dishes of pickled vegetables to eat, and after eating his fill, drank five bowls of millet porridge.

This simple and plain breakfast was thus finished.

The following time was still endless training and cultivation; time flew by for nearly another month, and Chen Mo was finally about to set off for the prefecture city to take the exam for the scholar title.

(End of chapter)