I Can Devour Spirits

Chapter 302 - 276: Entering the Mountains for Seclusion

Duan Rong returned to Liu’s House, climbed onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

The duel with Tao Rong had taken quite a toll on him.

There were no dreams throughout the night.

Duan Rong woke up to the sound of a rooster crowing, the room was dark, with only a faint cold light emanating from the window. He half-kneeled and opened a corner of the window.

That cold light was not the dawn, but the moon sinking in the west.

It was still the darkest hour before dawn; the shrinked weather showed a large star hanging high in the sky.

Duan Rong felt that he had slept enough, so he went to the courtyard to wash up.

Then he returned to his room, opened the cabinet beside the bed, and took out the divine statues of the Four Great Kings stored inside.

These divine statues of the Four Great Kings were all hidden amidst mountains and rivers. Duan Rong rolled them up, placed them in a shaft tube, and strapped it onto his back, then left Liu’s House and arrived at the desolate night street.

Duan Rong had already decided; during these publicized days, he intended to enter Wild Boar Mountain, to train in seclusion.

He aimed to achieve the third level of the Fetal Concealment Scripture and attempt to break through to Inner Breath Realm Great Perfection, and he planned to use the third level of the Fetal Concealment Scripture to resolve the blood light from the Filthy Blood Divine Skill lurking in his Sea of Consciousness...

Duan Rong could imagine that after he became a Registered Disciple of the sect, many people would certainly come to find him within ten days, even those relatives he no longer contacted might pop out, not to mention various forces from Xianggu County would also try to associate with him.

Entering Wild Boar Mountain for training was both to retreat for cultivation and to avoid worldly affairs.

At the bustling beef soup shop, Duan Rong drank a large bowl of beef soup and ate two flatbreads. Afterwards, he got up, walked along the West Main Street for a while, and turned into a lane. After several twists and turns along the crisscrossing alleys, he finally entered Wutong Lane.

Duan Rong returned to his old residence inside.

Standing at the courtyard entrance, Duan Rong’s Divine Sense suddenly expanded, ensuring there was no one around, and then swiftly, like a phantom, he slipped into the inner room. Upon entering, his figure suddenly soared like a great bird, landing in the corner of the beam.

Under the sweep of Divine Sense, Duan Rong accurately lifted the lid of a hidden compartment and took out the secret manual of the Fetal Concealment Scripture, tucking it into his sleeve.

After covering the hidden compartment again, Duan Rong lightly landed on the ground.

With Divine Sense penetrating through, Duan Rong carefully inspected the old residence, aligning many places with the memories left by the original owner, giving him a peculiar feeling, as if touching another’s life...

Duan Rong wondered whether after entering the Taiyi Sect, he would have another chance to visit this residence.

This residence was perhaps the last connection between him and the original owner. Every time he entered, certain objects would evoke the delicate memories left by the original owner. It was only at these times that Duan Rong realized the original owner once existed; at other times, the traces of the original owner had almost vanished from his body...

Duan Rong walked out of Wutong Lane and went to a carriage shop to rent a horse.

Riding a Chestnut Horse, with the shaft tube on his back, in the misty morning, he headed towards the East City Gate.

"Lord Duan, leaving town this early!" A young government constable greeted Duan Rong with a cheerful smile, showing bright teeth.

Duan Rong was surprised that the city guard government constable recognized him.

During the off-duty times of the Talent Selection Conference, this government constable even went to watch. He himself came from a poor background and greatly admired and respected Duan Rong, who emerged from a humble origin and became a Registered Disciple of the sect through his own efforts.

Duan Rong, while mounted, casually replied, "Just taking a walk since there’s nothing to do."

Clearly, the city guard government constable had some admiration for Duan Rong.

While smiling, he opened the city gate and stood at the entrance, watching Duan Rong leave the city.

Duan Rong rode out of the city and followed the main road towards Wild Boar Mountain.

After having breakfast, Zhao Gang poured himself a pot of tea in his dormitory steward room, slowly drinking it.

The job of a steward was quite leisurely, and the monthly salary was substantial.

It was thanks to his nephew Zhao Meng that he secured this easy position.

As Zhao Gang took a sip of tea, the fragrant tea instantly refreshed him.

This tea was brought to him by Zhao Meng during the New Year.

"Indeed, it’s good tea!" Zhao Gang praised, feeling the aroma lingering in his mouth. "Mengzi, your second uncle’s affection for you as a child was certainly not in vain!"

While Zhao Gang was mumbling to himself, he suddenly heard a familiar voice calling him from outside.

"Zhao Gang! Zhao Gang!"

It was the voice of the gatekeeper, Ma Wentao.

Zhao Gang immediately got up with a smile and greeted him, saying, "Uncle Ma, come in and have some tea to warm up."

Zhao Gang said that, then suddenly noticed someone beside Ma Wentao, a person in formal attire, evidently a constable from the government office.

Ma Wentao said, "Drinking tea will have to wait. A Lord Official from the government office has brought a summons, saying they need you to go to the office for some inquiry."

Startled, Zhao Gang cautiously glanced at the constable standing next to Ma Wentao and said, "Lord Official, I’ve always abided by the law, never done anything illegal."

Yang Zhen replied, "Steward Zhao, don’t misunderstand. The government office has a case needing to ask Steward Zhao about some matters."

As Yang Zhen spoke, he showed Zhao Gang the summons sealed with a large stamp.

Upon seeing the summons, Zhao Gang asked, "May I ask, Lord Official, what case is it?"

Yang Zhen said, "You’ll naturally find out at the government office. Alright, stop wasting time here, Chief Constable Jie is still waiting at the County Office!"