I Can Devour Spirits

"Those six rare medicines are all related to the Fetal Concealment Scripture. For whom did he steal them? Who is cultivating the Fetal Concealment Scripture?"

Duan Rong said, "I don’t know."

Yang Sixuan’s eyes flashed, and with the series of questions that followed, Duan Rong only said he didn’t know.

He didn’t doubt at all that Duan Rong was deliberately hiding something, for no one could lie under the Soul Illumination Seal!

Anyone afflicted by the Soul Illumination Seal has no secrets to speak of.

At that moment, the gray shadow beneath the Great Hand Seal within Duan Rong’s Sea of Consciousness completely disintegrated...

In the instant the gray shadow dissipated, Duan Rong’s entire body convulsed. However, his body was enveloped by Yang Sixuan’s Power of Law, completely immobile, and thus it was not visible.

Yang Sixuan looked at Duan Rong’s vacant gaze and sighed lightly.

After all, Duan Rong was only a Registered Disciple who joined the sect this year; he had been beside Shang Xiangyu for just over a month, so it’s normal for him not to know much.

Yang Sixuan had a moment of contemplation before removing his hand from Duan Rong’s head.

At the instant Yang Sixuan withdrew his hand, Duan Rong trembled as if sifting chaff, and fell to the ground unconscious.

Yang Sixuan’s face was buried in the shadow of his black cloak; he glanced at Duan Rong, who had fainted on the haystack.

He knew this was a natural reaction after being hit by the Soul Illumination Seal. These people’s Divine Souls were damaged and needed several days of sleep to gradually recover.

Yang Sixuan walked slowly out of the cell, Yang Yi followed him and locked the prison door.

Duan Rong lay on the haystack, truly unconscious.

Yang Sixuan could hardly anticipate that a Registered Disciple who just entered the sect could withstand his Soul Illumination Seal, his Divine Soul intact until he finished asking questions.

Nor did he anticipate that Duan Rong had already reached the Eleventh Layer of the Fetal Concealment Scripture.

It’s known that the Fetal Concealment Scripture is incredibly difficult to accomplish! Even those core disciples within the sect have yet to reach the eighth layer!

Growth of Divine Soul and Spiritual Power is a grinding craft, accumulating slowly, little by little.

It requires years of effort to gradually achieve one layer of the Fetal Concealment Scripture.

For someone like Duan Rong, who advances one layer per night, it’s tantamount to a fantasy; probably no one would believe him even if he told.

Yang Sixuan and Yang Yi exited the dungeon and returned to the bamboo house nestled in the fold of the mountain.

All the way, Yang Yi walked with his head low, contemplating deeply, stepping onto the squeaky ladder, entering the room. He looked up at Yang Sixuan, asking, "Chairman, did Shang Xiangyu instruct Pan Yong to steal those rare medicines?"

Yang Sixuan removed his black cloak at the clothes rack, glanced at Yang Yi, and said, "Those six medicines are auxiliary for cultivating the Fetal Concealment Scripture. Although they do have other medicinal effects, all six are auxiliary for the Fetal Concealment Scripture, which is definitely no coincidence."

"And Shang Xiangyu doesn’t possess the Fetal Concealment Scripture; what use does he have for these auxiliary medicines?"

"If he had been granted the Fetal Concealment Scripture and cultivated step-by-step for a few years—or at most a dozen years—the barrier to the gyre would surely be broken. There’d be no need to risk cultivating the Nine Nether Great Treasure Technique, making himself neither human nor ghost."

"Unfortunately, the Fetal Concealment Scripture is the sect’s supreme treasure, only taught to core disciples. Although Shang Xiangyu is a pharmacist, he ultimately doesn’t have the privilege."

Yang Yi blinked thoughtfully, saying, "Then, since that’s the case, why did Pan Yong steal those auxiliary medicines for cultivating the Fetal Concealment Scripture? Could it be that he obtained the Fetal Concealment Scripture himself?"

Yang Sixuan looked at the candlelight on the table, speaking deeply, "We might have to capture him to find out."

Yang Sixuan has realized that Shang Xiangyu and Pan Yong’s case is shrouded in heavy fog, with many aspects that cannot be discovered by mere reasoning.

While questioning Duan Rong unraveled some mysteries, Duan Rong is after all just a Registered Disciple who newly entered the sect, knowing little. Many aspects of this case remain cloaked in cloud mountains and mist.

To completely decipher the fog, capturing Shang Xiangyu and Pan Yong is necessary.

As for whether these two are acting independently with their own plots, or if Pan Yong is just Shang Xiangyu’s puppet acting under his command—this point Yang Sixuan cannot yet fully decipher!

Duan Rong lay on the haystack, feeling his consciousness gradually surge back into his body like the tide rising.

At a certain moment, he suddenly regained control over his body and abruptly opened his eyes.

The instant he opened his eyes, his head burst with intense pain, as if about to split open.

Duan Rong clutched his head, groaning painfully.

In the cell opposite Duan Rong, an old man whose shoulders were pierced through by chains looked curiously at him waking quickly, rattling his chains and pressing his face against the rounded wooden fence close to the corridor, saying, "Kid, you were hit by Yang Sixuan’s Soul Illumination Seal. You’re awake already?"

Duan Rong glanced at the old man, having no interest in idle chatter at this moment.

His Divine Thought sank into his Sea of Consciousness.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

The phantom shadow still sat cross-legged in the celestial center, with eleven Star Bodies glowing brilliantly, slowly revolving around him...

Only the phantom shadow had noticeably thinned out, still resembling a blurred human silhouette, yet clearly less substantial than before.

Duan Rong couldn’t help but sigh; it seemed that the Great Hand Seal inflicted significant damage to his Divine Soul, and it wouldn’t recover anytime soon.