Chapter 62

"This pill is definitely problematic!" Yuan Ming's face turned ashen, and he was quite puzzled.

He asked himself if he had shown enough respect to Elder Huhuo. Apart from submitting blood food every month in exchange for the antidote, they had little interaction, let alone any conflict. Why would he want to harm him?

At this point, it was meaningless to dwell on it.

Yuan Ming took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused all his energy on the Nine Elements Technique, concentrating his mind to try to resist the agitation deep within his heart.

Time passed slowly, and Yuan Ming's heart sank with it.

The backlash from the Fur-Coating Technique did not weaken in the slightest; it grew stronger with each wave, becoming more and more intense.

Yuan Ming, transformed into a white ape, sat cross-legged on the ground, his cheeks flushed, cold sweat rolling down his forehead, and his breathing abnormally heavy.

His fingertips had grown several times longer, and the ape fur on his body had grown much longer, disheveled and scattered around him. His eyes were mostly bloodshot, flashing with a fierce, beast-like light, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

If he could see himself at this moment, he would realize how similar he looked to the previous Hagun.

The physical erosion and mutation were bad enough, but after such a long time of resistance, his mental state was nearly collapsing.

"Is all this effort going to be in vain? No! I won't accept it!" Yuan Ming's expression twisted, and he growled in anger.

Boom!

A powerful and abnormal killing aura suddenly rose, breaking through the defense of the incense burner's heat, and struck his mind like a hammer.

Yuan Ming's body shook violently, and the incense burner in his arms fell to the ground, rolling several feet away.

He was shocked and quickly opened his eyes to get up, trying to retrieve the incense burner.

At this moment, the only thing he could rely on was the heat emitted by the mysterious incense burner. The farther away he was, the less effective it became.

Boom! A more intense wave of killing intent surged in his heart, making his blood boil and his eyes turn blood red.

Without the help of the incense burner's heat, the defenses Yuan Ming had been struggling to maintain instantly collapsed.

His mind buzzed, and he collapsed on the ground, his limbs twitching, and the hair on his body moving as if it had a life of its own, growing longer at an alarming rate.

His consciousness was also being infected by the bloodthirsty thoughts, and the last bit of clarity was rapidly fading.

With a light rustle, a book fell from his chest, the very Yin Moon Technique given to him by the silver cat.

Yuan Ming's dim eyes flickered, and in a daze, the content of the Yin Moon Technique flashed through his mind.

According to the text, mastering the Yin Moon Technique not only granted bizarre soul cultivation techniques but also seemed to have the effect of stabilizing the mind.

He had a thought and subconsciously began to cultivate according to the description of the Yin Moon Technique.

The cultivation of the Yin Moon Technique was difficult, and he had only managed to cultivate a small part of the first level after more than half a month. He had not even mastered the so-called circulation of soul power, but now, facing life and death, his mind was not clear, and he could not pay attention to the details. He directly skipped the step of observing his entire body and forcefully circulated, trying to control his soul power, rushing through many areas.

Yuan Ming felt a sharp pain in his head, as if many small knives were stirring inside. The veins on his forehead throbbed, and his nose suddenly felt hot, with two streams of blood flowing out.

Whether it was the effect of the Yin Moon Technique or the stimulation of the intense pain in his head, the madness in his heart subsided slightly.

At this moment, Yuan Ming had only one thought: to continue circulating the Yin Moon Technique.

The next moment, the veins on his forehead throbbed even more violently, and blood began to flow from all seven orifices.

Yuan Ming's reckless efforts were not entirely in vain.

The range of his consciousness that he could see while cultivating the Yin Moon Technique was very limited, but now this area was rapidly expanding, and he could see nearly half of his consciousness sea, with the range continuing to grow.

After a few breaths, a loud boom echoed, and a dazzling white light illuminated his entire consciousness sea.

It seemed like an ocean, with streams of soul power filling it. The edges were quite thin, but the center was more concentrated, and in the very core, a vague human-shaped shadow stood.

Unconsciously, he had achieved the key step of inner vision, observing his consciousness sea!

The next moment, Yuan Ming's body trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. His face was blank at first, but after a while, a hint of clarity appeared in his eyes.

But then, he thought of something and immediately closed his eyes again, releasing his consciousness to begin inner vision.

"Could this... be my soul?" Yuan Ming looked curiously at the human-shaped shadow standing in his consciousness sea.

The consciousness sea was not only filled with soul power but also mixed with many dark red mists, which looked very similar to soul power and were likely of the same type, filled with madness.

Yuan Ming thought for a moment and guessed that this blood-colored mist was probably the bloodthirsty killing aura that caused the backlash of the Fur-Coating Technique.

The blood mist was eroding the deepest part of the consciousness sea, already infecting more than half of it. Wherever it went, his soul power was tinged with blood.

Only a small central area of the entire consciousness sea remained in its original state, but it was also beginning to change color under the erosion from all sides.

Yuan Ming finally understood the full picture of how the Fur-Coating Technique eroded his mind. With a thought, he continued to circulate the Yin Moon Technique.

After seeing the entire consciousness sea, his understanding of the Yin Moon Technique subtly improved, and the circulation of his soul power became more fluid.

A cool sensation emerged, like a clear spring poured onto parched land, and his rapidly sinking consciousness seemed to grab onto a piece of driftwood, no longer sinking.

"It really works!"

Yuan Ming was both surprised and delighted, continuing to fully circulate the Yin Moon Technique while struggling to pick up the incense burner and hold it in his arms.

As the heat from the incense burner seeped in, his pressure was greatly alleviated, and the circulation of the Yin Moon Technique became smoother.

The incense burner itself could stabilize the mind, and with the active attack of the Yin Moon Technique, the two worked together to quickly suppress the bloodthirsty killing thoughts, preventing the dark red mists from further eroding.

The bloodlight in his eyes began to fade, and his rapidly mutating body stopped, then slowly returned to normal.

After a little over half an hour.

Yuan Ming returned to his original form, the white ape skin also reverting and falling to the ground with a tearing sound.

He let out a long breath, put away the incense burner, and picked up the Yin Moon Technique, his face showing excitement.

The effectiveness of the Yin Moon Technique was unexpected. If he had known this earlier, he should not have given up halfway. Of course, if it weren't for the accidental achievement of inner vision this time, he might not have made any progress even if he had persisted.

Fortunately, it was not too late to start now.

Yuan Ming's eyebrows suddenly twitched, thinking of a possibility.

Combining the events that had occurred, he began to suspect that the reason for the increasingly severe backlash of the Fur-Coating Technique might be related to the detoxification pills given by Elder Huhuo, who represented the Bi Luo Cave.

It was likely that the detoxification pills he had taken last month, or even earlier, contained something that triggered the backlash of the Fur-Coating Technique. He might not have been able to sense it before, and he had not considered this possibility. However, the process of comprehending the Yin Moon Technique had inadvertently improved his control over his consciousness, leading to this discovery.

The Fur-Coating Technique often drove people into madness, ultimately turning them into mindless creatures. This was why, despite the seemingly low requirement of one thousand portions of blood food, few Fur-Coated Beast Slaves succeeded. The purpose of Elder Huhuo accelerating this process through the monthly detoxification pills was what?

Was it a personal act, or the intention of the Bi Luo Cave sect? If it was the latter, it meant that all Fur-Coated Beast Slaves were experiencing this, as everyone had to obtain the antidote from people like Elder Huhuo every month.

Thinking of this, Yuan Ming felt a chill down his spine.

And that mysterious silver cat probably saw the problem early on, which was why it gave him the Yin Moon Technique?

Yuan Ming's expression was uncertain. The events of today were full of twists and turns. The regular "antidote" from the Bi Luo Cave and the mysterious silver cat were all beyond his capabilities.

"Strength! I must quickly improve my strength, or I won't even know how I die." He clenched his fists.

At this moment, a green light flashed, and the large stone at the cave entrance was cut in half, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

Yuan Ming suddenly stood up, formed a hand seal, and instantly transformed into the white ape form.

The dust outside the door slowly settled, revealing three figures.

The first two were Kun Tu and Elder Huhuo. Behind Kun Tu stood a red-clothed woman with one eye, her expression cold, seemingly a subordinate of Kun Tu.

"Kun Tu! Elder Huhuo!" Yuan Ming's eyes narrowed to slits.

Kun Tu took a step forward, about to enter the cave, but he paused when he saw Yuan Ming standing there unharmed.

"Huhuo, didn't you say the pill contained ten times the amount of Lingxi Incense? Why is Yuan Ming still so clear-headed?" Kun Tu turned to face Elder Huhuo.

"It is indeed strange. Ten times the amount of Lingxi Incense should have made him completely fall into madness, or even die instantly." Elder Huhuo was also surprised.

The two spoke openly, completely ignoring Yuan Ming.

"This is all your doing! I am just an ordinary Fur-Coated Beast Slave. Why are you targeting me?" Yuan Ming asked coldly, confirming his suspicions from their conversation.

"I have no interest in explaining. You will die in ignorance." Kun Tu sneered, a green light glowing in his right hand.

"It's because of Chen Wan." Yuan Ming said suddenly, his tone firm.

Kun Tu's expression stiffened slightly at these words.

Yuan Ming judged from Kun Tu's expression that he was right. When he saved Chen Wan, it was just a spontaneous act, not a challenge to Kun Tu. Given the vast difference in their status, he would not have sought trouble for himself.

He never thought Kun Tu would be so petty, targeting him over such a small matter.

"Since you guessed it, I'll let you die with clarity. My status is different now. Although that incident was a small matter, I won't leave any隐患 for my future. So you must die here today. Next time, before you meddle in other people's affairs, remember to open your eyes!" Kun Tu's eyes glinted coldly, and before he finished speaking, he formed a hand seal and raised both hands.

Two large green wind blades shot from his hands, whistling toward Yuan Ming, larger and faster than the ones from the green wolf mount that day.