Chapter 50

Crackling...

In the midst of a pile of burning logs, the flames leaped and sparks flew, illuminating the eerie Lansi Temple.

Yan Chixia sat cross-legged on one side of the fire, eyes tightly closed, with wisps of black smoke rising from his head. His face alternated between black and red, looking extremely strange.

Ning Cai Chen held the hand of the beauty beside him, appearing somewhat nervous, glancing at Yan Chixia from time to time and then looking outside the temple.

Ning Wushuang gripped his long saber, standing at the door. A torrential rain was pouring down, although it was already the plum rain season in Jiangnan, such a heavy downpour was still rare. The rain in Jiangnan was usually drizzling, gentle and tender.

In the pitch-black night, dark clouds pressed against the mountain peaks, almost merging together. Occasionally, a bright white lightning bolt would streak across the sky like a snake, followed by a loud "thunder" that echoed, mingling with the sound of the rain, making the quiet night noisy.

Rolan's gaze shifted between Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian, her eyes sparkling with a strange light, as if she had thought of something, a faint smile on her lips.

Ning Bo Wu, with his hair disheveled, sat by the fire. His massive figure cast a huge shadow on the wall of Lansi Temple under the firelight. At this moment, Ning Bo Wu was enjoying a roasted sweet potato, the sound of his smacking lips echoing in the temple.

"Ning Cai Chen, these few friends of yours are not simple at all."

Nie Xiaoqian, clever and astute, more adept at human relations than the bookish Ning Cai Chen, whispered lightly in his ear.

"The scholar who went out just now has a demonic aura, even stronger than the Black Mountain Old Demon. The others are all highly skilled in martial arts, especially the one who looks foolish, who exudes a pure yang energy, like the scorching sun in the sky, the most effective in restraining ghosts like me."

Ning Cai Chen, hearing this, looked at Ning Bo Wu with great surprise and said softly, "I don't know their backgrounds either. We happened to meet here. I asked them to go down the mountain, but they didn't listen. It seems they have some confidence. I don't think these people are bad. The scholar just now was eloquent and refined, certainly not a villain. Besides, isn't there also Hero Yan?"

Hearing Ning Cai Chen's words, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but feel annoyed. Knowing a person's face doesn't mean knowing their heart. Moreover, Yan Chixia was injured. If a fight broke out, how could he match these people?

However, since Ning Cai Chen said so, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't say anything more. Just then, Rolan looked at her. The two beauties' gazes met in the air, and they both smiled slightly, then looked away.

"This female ghost has some cunning, we need to be careful," Rolan thought to herself.

Thunder, lightning, rumbling...

In the darkness, two figures rushed to the entrance of the Lansi Temple.

"Cousin..."

Ning Wushuang, guarding the door, exclaimed in surprise. Inside the hall, Yan Chixia opened his eyes and looked outside.

Inside the hall, Ning Cai Chen and the others all stood up.

The two figures entered the hall, it was Ning Wuque and Chen Qinglong. At this moment, both were covered in blood. Ning Wuque had several claw marks on his chest, with blood seeping out. Chen Qinglong was even more disheveled, with his hair disheveled, rain and blood mixed together, sticking to his face, and his body covered in wounds. Fortunately, both only had superficial injuries and were not seriously hurt.

"Ning Sir, Hero Chen, are you alright?" Ning Cai Chen hurriedly came forward, asking with concern.

Rolan and Ning Wushuang looked over with concern.

"It's nothing serious," Ning Wuque waved his hand. Blood and rainwater dripped from his body as he looked at Yan Chixia and said, "Brother Yan, you wouldn't be stingy with two Ginseng King Pills, would you?"

Seeing this, Yan Chixia knew that the two had already killed the vanguard of the Black Mountain Old Demon. He felt a bit relieved and took out a jade bottle from his chest, carefully taking out two round, dragon-eye-sized pills with a faint fragrance, and handed them to the two.

"Of course not."

Ning Wuque didn't hesitate, took the pills, and gave one to Chen Qinglong, "Swallow it, it will do you good."

After saying that, he swallowed one himself, walked to the fire, sat cross-legged, and began to practice his martial arts to refine the pill's power.

Chen Qinglong looked at Ning Wuque with a complex expression, then at the pill in his hand. From Yan Chixia's actions just now, he knew that this pill was very valuable.

He swallowed it in one go, then sat cross-legged and used his inner strength. He felt as if the Yellow River had burst its banks, with a surging force overwhelming his body. His original first-class martial artist's inner strength quickly transformed, and finally, a stream of essence energy was generated in his dantian.

A crisp sound echoed, as if some internal constraint had been broken. Chen Qinglong's expression was excited; he knew this was the constraint of entering the innate realm.

The innate realm, the aspiration of countless martial artists and wandering knights, had been broken by just one pill!

"Close your eyes, regulate your breathing, sink your qi to the dantian, form a complete Taiji, walk the eight meridians, and break through the xuan pass..."

Yan Chixia, seeing the change in Chen Qinglong's aura, couldn't bear to see his Ginseng King Pill wasted and reminded him of the method to practice his martial arts.

The Ginseng King Pill was a unique pill of the Xuanxin Dao Sect, made from the roots of a thousand-year-old ginseng king and various precious herbs. Ordinary disciples rarely even saw it.

Yan Chixia, as the top disciple of the Xuanxin Dao Sect and a direct disciple of the sect leader, had only one bottle, with a total of nine pills. For ordinary people, it could bring the dead back to life and heal bones.

Ning Wuque had also felt the vast spiritual energy contained in the Ginseng King Pill, more abundant than the Zhu fruit, and only then asked for it upon returning.

Pills are something that cultivators often come into contact with. There are many spiritual herbs, immortal flowers, rare treasures, and strange objects in the world, containing immense power. If taken directly, the body cannot withstand that power, and it is easy to go into a state of madness.

If these things are refined into pills, the violent nature is eliminated, making them gentle pills that are easier to absorb.

Moreover, refining pills is much more powerful than directly ingesting and absorbing the raw materials. For example, the Zhu fruit that Ning Wuque obtained, if refined into a pill and supplemented with other spiritual materials, could produce nearly a hundred spirit pills, each with a potency not inferior to a single Zhu fruit.

Of course, at the time, Ning Wuque's best option was to ingest it directly. If he hadn't ingested the Zhu fruit then, where would Ning Wuque's current strength come from? Every action and every choice has its own destiny.

Ning Wuque was refining the Ginseng King Pill's power. This pill was extremely precious and difficult to refine for Chen Qinglong, but for him, it wasn't so difficult. The power of the pill was stripped out in thin threads and spread throughout his body.

On his chest, the four claw marks left by the tiger demon's counterattack were healing at a visible speed. Under the effect of the pill, they quickly formed scabs, and the other wounds on his body gradually recovered.

At the same time, some of the pill's power flowed into his five organs and six viscera. After more than three months of cultivation, a flame burned quietly in his heart, a grain of yellow sand emitted a faint yellow light in his stomach, a golden dagger appeared in his lungs, and a faint blue light covered his kidneys and bladder.

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