This was not a big room. The table, bed, and other things were all covered in a layer of dust, a telling sign that no one had stayed here for a long time. Once he tidied up the place, Su Ming sat down on the bed and looked at the dark sky outside the window. His eyes sparkled.
Gradually, a hint of a smile appeared on his lips.
'The power of the world here is thick! ' Su Ming had noticed it when he went up the mountain, and now that he was sitting here, he could sense the aura around him even more clearly.
'As expected of a sect … 'Su Ming had come to Evil Spirit Sect for three reasons. One, to resolve the crisis facing Ugly Little Thing's family, two, to help Ugly Little Thing find the cause of her brother's death, and three, to recover his power as soon as possible.
The thick aura in this place was incredibly helpful to the recovery of his cultivation base, but …
'The resentment is too strong … 'Su Ming frowned. The power of the world in this place might be thick, but the resentment contained within was also thick. If he stayed here for a long period of time, his personality would definitely be affected.
As he fell into silence, his gaze fell on the gourd. He saw the ghost face formed by the black smoke looking at him, as if it was smiling ferociously. It thought that Su Ming could not see it. After all, to it, Su Ming was just a mortal.
Su Ming ignored the ghost face formed by the black smoke and opened the gourd. Immediately, an even thicker wave of resentment came crashing into his face. That resentment instantly filled the entire room, causing shrill screams to ring in Su Ming's ears.
After some time, with a dark expression on his face, he poured out a medicinal core from the gourd. That medicinal core was entirely purplish black, and the resentment within it was so thick that it was terrifying.
Yet strangely, when he brought the medicinal core to his nose and sniffed it, a medicinal fragrance seeped into his nostrils and turned into a refreshing scent.
He shook the gourd a little. There seemed to be a hundred something medicinal cores inside.
Su Ming closed his eyes, and after a long while, he opened them slowly. A pensive look appeared briefly in his eyes.
'This is a very good nourishing medicine. If a mortal takes it, they can strengthen their bodies … and fill their veins with blood … Just what is this Zhao Chong planning? 'A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, and he swallowed the medicinal core.
He had been familiar with herbs since he was young, and he also had a lot of experience in creating medicinal pills. With just a sniff, he could roughly tell the effects of the medicinal cores. Since he could not tell what was wrong with Zhao Chong, then Su Ming decided to just swallow one.
Once the pill entered his mouth, it turned into a wave of warmth that flowed through Su Ming's entire body. After a moment, a brilliant light shone in his eyes, and he brought out a few more pills. Once he swallowed them, his cultivation base seemed to have recovered a little more due to the medicinal cores.
When it was late at night, Su Ming lay down on his bed. As he circulated his cultivation base, he pretended to sleep. When midnight arrived, the world outside was silent. Suddenly, the freezing air in the room became thicker, and a black shadow floated out from the wall by the side.
That figure floated to Su Ming's bed like a ghost, as if he was observing him. Before long, shadows of ghosts like this floated out from all the walls around the room. Before long, there were dozens of these shadows floating around Su Ming's room. They floated around him, moving in and out of the room, but not a single sound could be heard from them.
Su Ming narrowed his eyes. He lay on his bed and watched this scene. If he was really a child and could see this, then he would definitely be so terrified that he would tremble.
But he was Su Ming. He only narrowed his eyes and watched them coldly. These were indeed ghosts, but by the looks of it, they seemed to have been here since a long time ago. They were continuously moving about, and no one knew what they were doing.
This scene lasted for several hours. When the sky gradually brightened, all the ghosts floating in the air suddenly stopped moving and turned their heads to look at Su Ming.
A murderous look appeared in their eyes. When they looked at Su Ming, their gazes seemed to have gained corporeal form. Almost at the instant they looked at him, the ghosts moved together and charged towards him.
A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He did not move and simply allowed the ghosts to surround him. Then, he saw them sucking in a breath at the same time.
With that one breath, Su Ming could clearly feel a hint of his life force being sucked away. A freezing glare shone in Su Ming's eyes. Once the ghosts sucked away that hint of life force, they slowly retreated and returned to the walls around him, disappearing without a trace.
At that moment, the sky had just become bright.
'This room is very interesting … 'Su Ming opened his eyes, and there was a slight chill in them. Once he looked at the walls around him, he averted his gaze and picked up the gourd on the ground to bring out medicinal cores and continue swallowing them.
Time trickled by, and in the blink of an eye, ten days went by. During them, Su Ming did not step out of the house, and Zhao Chong did not send any more messages to him. Everything was quiet.
However, every single time night arrived, the ghosts would appear, and every single time, they would come to Su Ming's side before daylight to absorb his life force before leaving.
Fortunately, they only absorbed a hint of his life force, and it was not a huge problem for Su Ming. Besides, the medicinal cores he took were enough to replenish his life force. Most of Su Ming's time was spent absorbing the power of the world in this place, using it to heal his injuries.
On this day, Su Ming completely swallowed the medicinal cores from the gourd. He cast a glance at the gourd, then picked it up. For the first time since he stepped into the house, he pushed open the door to the house, walked out, and stood in the courtyard.
It was dusk at that moment, and the sky outside was dyed crimson. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ground, creating a rather beautiful sight. With the gourd in hand, Su Ming arrived in front of Zhao Chong's house and wrapped his fist in his palm to bow to him respectfully.
"Greetings, Master. I've finished eating the medicinal cores." To Su Ming, the medicinal cores were somewhat effective. They could make his recovery speed increase a little.
It might not be much, but since there was a free medicinal core, he would naturally not let it go.
Zhao Chong's house was filled with dead silence. After a moment, a hoarse voice traveled forth slowly.
"Finished eating? That's a hundred Soul Nurturing Pills, and you ate all of them in ten days? Didn't I tell you to eat one every day?! "For the first time, a hint of emotion could be heard in that voice.
"Once I ate the medicinal cores, my body felt warm and comfortable, so I couldn't help myself and ate a little more," Su Ming said.
No one knew what Zhao Chong was thinking at that moment, but after a moment of silence, a gust of fog flew out from the house and turned into a dried up arm before Su Ming, grabbing his right hand.
Su Ming laughed coldly in his heart, but his face remained pale on the surface. He simply allowed the arm to grab his right hand, and he felt a wave of freezing air rush into his body. It swam through his body once before it retreated.
"There are three hundred of them here. You … don't eat them too quickly!" As the freezing air retreated, the black fog also retreated. Three gourds flew out from the house and landed under Su Ming's feet.
"Thank you, Master." Su Ming picked up the three gourds and walked towards the house, no longer bothering himself with Zhao Chong.
'This person is definitely after something. If that's the case, I might as well take more. ' Once he returned to the house, Su Ming sat down and opened the gourd to bring out the medicinal cores. Once he scrutinized them carefully, he swallowed them.
Time trickled by, and soon, twenty days went by …
Su Ming had been in Evil Spirit Sect for an entire month. During this month, the rate at which his cultivation base recovered had clearly surpassed what it had been in the past. With the help of the medicinal cores and the power of the world he absorbed in secret, his cultivation base had almost recovered to one-and-a-half.
On this day, he finished eating the medicinal cores once again. Su Ming stretched lazily, then got up with the three gourds in hand and went to Zhao Chong's door once again.
"Master, I finished the medicinal cores again."
This time, the silence in Zhao Chong's house was clearly much longer than the last time. There was also a hint of disbelief in the hoarse voice that traveled out.
"That's three hundred of them!"
"That's right. I ate them all." Su Ming nodded.
"How many do you eat per day?" Zhao Chong's voice became much darker.
"Sometimes, I don't. Sometimes, I eat dozens of them per day. The most I eat is a hundred," Su Ming answered honestly.
Zhao Chong's house fell silent once again. After a long while, a cold harrumph came from within.
"Since you like these medicinal cores, then no matter how many you have, I'll let you eat as many as you want!" When those words were spoken, a gigantic gourd that was about half the height of a person flew out from the opened door of the house and landed before Su Ming with a bang.
"There are two thousand of them here. If you have the ability, then eat them all in a month!"
Su Ming grinned and dragged the gourd into his room. Once he closed the door, he opened it and checked it before he resumed his life of recovering his cultivation base.
However, a cold sneer appeared in his heart. Zhao Chong could tolerate this because he did not sense any ripples of power from Su Ming's body, and also because he could tell that Zhao Chong was definitely plotting something great.
'Alright, let's see just where this person's limits lie. '
Life continued as usual, and in the blink of an eye … another month went by.
"Master, I finished the medicinal cores." Su Ming stood in the courtyard outside Zhao Chong's house with the empty gourd placed before him. He even patted it once, and a hollow sound came from it.
Zhao Chong's house remained silent. When the time it takes for almost half an incense stick to burn passed, three huge gourds flew out from the house. There were about two thousand pills in each of them, and they landed before Su Ming.
This time, Zhao Chong did not even seem to want to say anything.
Another month went by …
"Master, I finished them again."
Another month went by …
"Master, do you have more?"
Half a year passed. During this time, Su Ming would practically take a large amount of medicinal cores from Zhao Chong every month. There were already tens of thousands of them, and Su Ming ate more of them. The speed at which his cultivation base was recovering, along with the power of the world, had nearly reached four-tenths of his cultivation base!
This sort of recovery allowed Su Ming to see hope. However, the effects of the medicinal cores were practically negligible.
On this day, Su Ming went to Zhao Chong's house once again and said, "Master, let's change to another type of medicinal core."
The third and fourth chapters! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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