Chapter 63: Getting Rich Overnight, Reencounter with Lu Genggeng
After killing Demonic Sheep, Chen Ming casually smeared his wounds with his hands. The torn gashes were immediately covered by a pitch-like substance, and the bleeding quickly stopped.
For an ordinary person, the toxins produced by this Spirit Ability would be fatal. Once they entered a wound, even a Spirit Master several major Realms above Chen Ming would find it unbearable. But for Chen Ming, using toxins to seal his injuries was actually a better method of healing and stopping blood loss.
If he could eat some fresh flesh and blood right now, his wounds would recover even faster. It was just that Chen Ming had no intention of eating humans, nor did he plan to consume flesh and blood in a place like this.
Looting bodies was a good habit.
Even though, with his current status, there was no need for him to scavenge the corpse of such a minor figure, Chen Ming still moved without hesitation. With his mindset, not wasting anything was always the right choice.
He first took the valuables from Demonic Sheep's body, then walked into Demonic Sheep's room and looted it as well, stuffing everything except the furniture into his spirit tool.
Although Demonic Sheep was only a weak Spirit Ancestor, after years of bullying the weak and squeezing oil from stones, his savings were far from small.
Besides a pouch containing several hundred gold coins, Chen Ming also found several Spirit Cards, each with a face value of one thousand gold coins.
These vouchers were issued by the Sun Moon Empire's authorities and backed by the empire's national strength and credibility. They could be exchanged for an equal amount of gold coins in any city under the Sun Moon Empire.
It was said that the Heavenly Soul Empire and the Star Luo Empire also issued similar Spirit Cards. They were basically the same in nature. Only the Dou Ling Empire did not have a reliable national Spirit Card system.
Chen Ming had once heard stories about that as well. Supposedly, the Dou Ling Empire had overissued currency in the past and collapsed its own economy so badly that even its own citizens refused to use the Spirit Cards issued by the empire itself.
This round of looting could truly be called a great harvest.
Several thousand gold coins would take an ordinary Spirit Ancestor over ten years, or even several decades, to accumulate outside. As for Spirit Bones and other truly valuable treasures, those were things a weak Spirit Ancestor like Demonic Sheep simply had no chance of possessing.
Under the reverent gazes of the crowd, Chen Ming withdrew his Spirit and turned to leave.
Although he had not felt pain while in his Spirit Possession state, the moment he deactivated it, pain spread from his abdomen and many other parts of his body. His face remained calm, but inside he was already grimacing from the pain.
Seeing this, Zhang Peng swept him away from the scene.
Looking at Chen Ming, who was struggling to keep a straight face, Zhang Peng nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad. Although you were only facing a weak Spirit Ancestor and also had the advantage of striking first, being able to defeat a Rank 42 Spirit Ancestor with Rank 24 cultivation is already extremely impressive."
Then Zhang Peng took a small bottle from inside his robe, opened it, and dropped a single bead of crimson liquid into Chen Ming's mouth.
"This is blood from a 100,000-year Spirit Beast. It is not essence blood, only blood shed during battle, but it is still good stuff. It will heal your injuries quickly."
The moment the drop entered his stomach, Chen Ming felt a hot current dissolve inside him. The pain from his wounds instantly eased, and the thin scabs over his injuries thickened at a visible speed. Judging from the rate of recovery, he would probably be fully healed within a few days.
"Thank you, Teacher." Chen Ming scratched his head somewhat sheepishly, while silently replaying the earlier battle in his mind.
If he had used his second Spirit Ability just now, the battle would indeed have been even easier.
But in the world of Spirit Masters, information was extremely important.
Sometimes overwhelming numerical superiority could offset the disadvantage of being exposed. For example, the White Tiger's signature three move combination, White Tiger Barrier, White Tiger Light Wave, and White Tiger Vajra Transformation, had been used for thirty thousand years. Everyone knew their effects, yet people still got beaten senseless by them.
But that was for truly dominant techniques.
For an ordinary Spirit Master, especially a poison type Spirit Master, the concealment of their own abilities and toxin characteristics was absolutely crucial.
A poison type Spirit Master whose abilities and toxin type were fully exposed was fundamentally different from one whose information remained hidden. The former might kill across Realms, while the latter might even be counter-killed by a prepared opponent of lower Rank.
Ever since Dugu Bo displayed a battlefield control ability beyond that of a Limit Douluo ten thousand years ago, and with the rise of the Tang Sect, the entire continent's awareness and fear of toxins had grown by more than one level.
No matter what, caution was never wrong.
Zhang Peng said nothing more. He simply tossed the small blood bottle to Chen Ming.
"Use it sparingly. This is for medicine, not cultivation."
In truth, this small bottle of 100,000-year Spirit Beast blood was actually inferior to the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast essence blood Zhang Peng used for his own cultivation. After all, the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts Zhang Peng dealt with were far beyond the minimum threshold, and refined essence blood was always stronger than ordinary blood.
However, compared to the overly violent Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast essence blood, which Chen Ming would need to dilute before consuming, this bottle of 100,000-year Spirit Beast blood was clearly more suitable for his current stage.
"I plan to take you out of the cult for a period of training," Zhang Peng said. "However, because of my status and my usual activities, I cannot simply vanish whenever I want. I need to report first before I can leave."
"So go rest for a few days, read some books, and I will go ask the High Priest and the Cult Master for leave."
With that, Zhang Peng brought Chen Ming all the way back to the Library.
After dropping him off at the entrance, Zhang Peng disappeared again.
With some excitement, Chen Ming stepped into the Library, entered with his Book Card, and found the first floor librarian to request a room.
Although the bloody smell on Chen Ming and the lingering Death Qi of someone who had just killed surprised the librarian a little, the first floor librarian still followed procedure, opened a room for him, and then went to inform Zhao Sanjin.
Inside the Quiet Room, Chen Ming pulled out Spirit Beast flesh from his spirit tool and began devouring it. Under the nourishment of the flesh, the wounds on his body wriggled and healed rapidly. In a little over a day, all of his external injuries had closed completely.
Since he had nothing else to do, Chen Ming thought for a moment and decided to borrow a book related to toxin fusion.
There was never any harm in knowing more. Besides, he had recently begun to develop some new ideas regarding his own cultivation path.
But when he arrived at the fifth floor of the Library, the person standing there besides Zhao Sanjin was an old acquaintance.
"You actually dare to show your face in front of me?"
Dressed in black, Lu Genggeng looked at Chen Ming with eyes full of displeasure and malice.
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