Inside the Duanmu Manor.
Deep under the ground of the Central Palace's main hall, there was a secret training room with top-secret defense.
This secret room was the Duanmu Huang's special training room. It was protected by a Soul-level formation and could be said to be impregnable.
The spacious secret room with a radius of 100 meters was like a spacious hall. It was decorated magnificently and extremely extravagantly.
The floor was paved with top-grade gold and jade stones. The walls were made with top-grade spiritual jade, and all kinds of formations were set up.
The surrounding walls were inlaid with all kinds of precious and rare gems. They could not only provide a bright brilliance, but also provide a steady flow of spiritual energy.
A thick layer of five-colored spiritual mist floated in the air. It would even condense into spiritual liquid and drip into a pool in the corner of the secret room.
That five-colored pool made with top-grade spiritual jade was Duanmu Huang's spiritual liquid pool.
At this moment, Duanmu Huang was sitting cross-legged in the spiritual liquid pool. He was doing his best to heal himself and suppress the power of the divine venomous insect in his Spirit.
He was wearing a pair of dark green trousers. His feet and upper body were bare. His long hair was spread out and covered his face.
His skin was dark red like fire, as if it was about to burn. His body temperature was terrifyingly high. The spiritual liquid in the pool evaporated into steam.
Under his skin, there were countless earthworm-like bulges. They were moving through his flesh and causing his body to constantly twist and change shape.
Even his entire face was as red as fire, as if blood was about to seep out.
His eyes were closed, but his eyeballs were bulging. Black blood kept flowing out of his nostrils, ears, and the corners of his mouth.
His Spirit was being eroded by the divine venomous insect. He was being tortured by unparalleled pain.
However, he clenched his teeth so hard that they were bleeding. He didn't make a sound.
However, the divine venomous insect's power had reached its peak and was crazily devouring his Spirit.
"Ahhh!"
The extreme pain made Duanmu Huang feel as if ten thousand insects were devouring his Spirit. He finally raised his head and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
He held his head with both hands and shook it crazily. He shook his long hair with all his might, causing the spiritual liquid pool to churn and waves to rise.
At this moment, he only had one kind of feeling, as if there were countless ants and insects in his head, crazily gnawing at his brain matter and brain matter.
Moreover, the extreme pain came from the depths of his soul, and it was impossible to isolate or alleviate it.
This was the cruelest torture in the world!
"Long Zai Tian! You bastard! Despicable bastard! Trash! Bastard!
I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you, you bitch! "
The extreme pain made Duanmu Huang so angry that he almost lost his mind.
He madly roared and cursed. His eyes were as red as fire, and dark red blood continuously gushed out.
His entire body was surging with dark red blood flames. Those were the blood flames of his burning flesh and blood, roasting the entire pool of spirit liquid until it was boiling and rolling.
He was filled with fury, hatred, and venom. His hatred for the Third Prince had reached its peak.
If the Third Prince had not used a Gu Dao divine weapon and spent several years to secretly plant a divine Gu in him, how could he have ended up like this?
How could he possibly bow his head to the Third Prince and willingly listen to the Third Prince's orders?
For the past few years, the divine Gu in his body would act up every three months, crazily devouring his soul.
However, he had tried everything, even using the Duanmu family's ancestral magic treasure, but he could not resolve it.
Because of this, his strength had been stuck at the fifth level of the Spirit Tempering Realm for many years.
Ever since he had been poisoned by the divine Gu, his greatest wish was to increase his strength and reach the Primordial Soul Realm, becoming a supreme expert!
Only by reaching the Primordial Soul Realm and condensing a Primordial Soul Dharma Form could he possibly get rid of the divine Gu in his soul.
Of course, it was only a possibility.
"Ahhh! Why isn't he here yet?! "
Duanmu Huang struggled in extreme pain. Blood kept gushing out of his seven orifices, dying the pool of spirit liquid red.
He could not help but roar at the door of the secret chamber, questioning the guard outside the door why the person who was supposed to escort the Soul Control Talisman had not arrived yet.
If he did not use the Divine Talisman to alleviate the power of the divine Gu, more than half of his soul would be devoured. His strength would be extremely weak, and he might even fall from the Spirit Tempering Realm.
If he did not receive the help of the Divine Talisman within three days, his soul would be completely devoured, and he would die completely.
How could Duanmu Huang not be anxious, his heart burning with worry?
Outside the door of the secret room, there was a burly man in a purple robe who was standing respectfully.
He was Xing Jian, the Hall Master of the Soul Herding Hall, Duanmu Huang's absolute confidant.
Only a few people in the Duanmu family knew that Duanmu Huang had been poisoned by the divine Gu and was secretly controlled by the Third Prince. Xing Jian was one of them.
Every three months, when the divine Gu acted up, Duanmu Huang would enter the secret chamber to cultivate for a night.
Xing Jian would guard outside the secret chamber and not allow anyone to come in and disturb him.
In addition, he had to wait for the Third Prince's confidant to deliver the Soul Control Talisman to Duanmu Huang.
Xing Jian was calculating the time. It was almost midnight, and he was secretly anxious.
When he heard Duanmu Huang's angry roar from the secret chamber, he was embarrassed. He quickly replied respectfully, "Master, I don't know why. Please bear with it …"
"Bastard! What are you waiting for? Go and send a message to ask him! "Duanmu Huang's angry roar came from the secret chamber again.
"Yes, Master!" Xing Jian did not dare to disobey the order. He quickly turned and left. He wanted to send a message to ask the Lord what was going on.
After all, this was a serious matter, and he could not afford to make any mistakes.
Xing Jian quickly passed through the underground tunnel and walked to the door at the end of the tunnel.
Just as he was about to open the stone door at the end of the tunnel, the stone door suddenly opened.
Two Heaven Origin Stage cultivators walked in, followed by a series of muffled clanking noises.
The two of them walked side by side. One of them was wearing a purple robe and a cape, while the other was wearing a black robe and a sword.
They were both at the fifth and sixth level of the Sky Origin Stage. They were emitting an overbearing aura, and their eyes were as cold as the night sky.
Xing Jian was familiar with them. When he saw them walk in through the stone door, he let out a breath of relief.
"Phew … My lords, you are finally here!
You are always on time. Why are you late by four hours? Our Master can't wait any longer! "
Xing Jian was worried. He couldn't help but ask for the reason.
However, the purple-robed leader coldly glanced at him and said indifferently, "What? Are you blaming us for not doing our job well? "
Xing Jian froze. He hurriedly bowed and apologized. "Please don't be angry, Master. I would never dare to disrespect you!"
Even though Xing Jian's strength was higher than the two 'Lord Commanders', Xing Jian's strength was still higher.
However, the two leaders were the Lord's confidants. They were in high positions.
Even if Xing Jian had a few guts, he would not dare to offend the two 'Commanders'.
Seeing him apologize, the purple-robed commander snorted coldly and walked towards the door of the secret chamber.
Xing Jian hurriedly followed them to the door of the secret chamber.
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