Chapter 14: Method of Dealing with Ji Yin!

Chapter 14: Method of Dealing with Ji Yin! "Big Brother Biao, quickly teach this kid a harsh lesson, kill him!"

The little beggar was behind Big Brother Biao, in dim light, and hadn't noticed anything unusual about Big Brother Biao yet, still shouting fiercely.

Song Wen felt that there was nothing left to devour on Big Brother Biao's shrunken body. With a push of his left hand, the dried corpse floated lightly and flew out.

Only then did the little beggar see clearly the tragic state of Big Brother Biao.

Completely shriveled and dehydrated, his skin turned yellow and wrinkled, resembling a thousand-year-old corpse.

"Ah... a ghost... a blood-sucking demon."

The little beggar was terrified, his legs went weak, and he sat down. Then, in a panic, he scrambled backwards.

The little beggar's panicked cry awakened Song Wen from his trance. He himself was shocked by Big Brother Biao's gruesome state. After a brief moment of hesitation, he looked coldly at the fleeing little beggar.

He must not let the little beggar escape.

He could kill and devour the essence of blood. He absolutely couldn't let others find out.

Thinking back to the inexplicable energy that saved his life when he took the Blood-Rejuvenating Pill, Song Wen was certain that his body seemed to harbor a great secret, one that could cause panic. It must not be exposed.

With all his strength, Song Wen kicked off, leaping more than ten feet, and grabbed the back of the little beggar's neck. Sёarch* The ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"No... please, spare me." The little beggar pleaded loudly.

Song Wen, however, remained indifferent, his heart as cold as a stone, unmoved by the little beggar's youth.

There was no innocence or childlike purity about this little beggar. All that existed was ruthlessness and ferocity. Allowing him to escape would undoubtedly sow enormous seeds of danger for himself.

The dagger mercilessly pierced the little beggar's heart, ending his brief life.

The essence of blood in the little beggar's body was once again consumed, leaving behind a dry corpse.

And Song Wen once again experienced that exquisite and wonderful sensation of extreme comfort.

Having absorbed the essence of blood from a middle-aged man and a lively child in succession, Song Wen felt somewhat overwhelmed.

It was akin to the feeling of extreme hunger after binge-eating and drinking.

Song Wen felt every muscle and cell in his body pulsating, his body trembling uncontrollably.

His mind was also hazy, as if drunk, feeling that the ground beneath his feet was soft and fluffy, almost like stepping on clouds, an incredibly unreal sensation.

Even the spiritual energy in his elixir field was boiling and surging like he had taken a stimulant.

Struggling to calm his thoughts, Song Wen looked at the two corpses on the ground and pondered how to dispose of them. If he left them here, it could potentially cause panic and draw attention from the authorities. If someone traced it back to him, it would be troublesome.

He estimated that being seen as a demon descending to earth could lead to public execution.

"I must destroy the corpses and leave no trace."

Enduring physical and mental discomfort, Song Wen looked around and found no one nearby, no one had noticed yet.

He tried to channel his spiritual energy and delivered a full-force punch to the corpse of the little beggar.

After consuming the essence of blood, the corpse's resilience deteriorated significantly. Song Wen's punch directly shattered the little beggar's head.

The shattered head turned into a pile of grey-white rotten flesh, devoid of any trace of blood.

Song Wen's eyes lit up. After being shattered, it was almost impossible to recognize the head as human.

Song Wen picked up all the fragments of the little beggar's skull and scattered them into the filthy drain.

After completing all this, Song Wen quickly left the alley.

When Song Wen completed the absorption of the essence of blood, he suddenly realized that both his physical agitation and mental instability had intensified.

Just now, while dealing with the dry corpses, the intense nervousness had diluted the discomfort, but it hadn't disappeared, only accumulated, and now it erupted suddenly.

Song Wen felt that he was losing control of his body, and even standing straight became somewhat difficult.

Struggling to endure, Song Wen stumbled and finally arrived at the Tian Sha Gang.

Finally reaching his room with great difficulty, Song Wen immediately wanted to practice to alleviate the discomfort in his body.

However, he found that whether it was the surging blood within his body or the fluctuating state of his mind, he couldn't calm down enough to meditate.

With no other choice, he could only lie on the bed and wait for his body to naturally recover. Unexpectedly, as he lay down, he gradually fell asleep until he woke up the next morning.

The discomfort in his body and mind had gradually diminished by the next morning.

However, his whole body was still full of vitality, as if it could automatically dissipate. Even the little brother was standing tall.

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

"Young Master Song, breakfast is ready."

It was Chen Yi, the servant, delivering the meal.

As if his body had also expended a lot of energy while absorbing and digesting the essence of blood last night, Song Wen felt incredibly hungry at this moment, as if he could eat an entire cow.

Song Wen immediately got out of bed and opened the door.

He saw an elderly woman holding a food box, waiting outside.

She lowered her eyes, which happened to fall on Song Wen's waist and abdomen, and her gaze seemed a bit distracted.

Taking the food box, Song Wen said, "Thank you, Aunt Chen. I'm quite hungry today. Could you please bring two more... no, five more breakfasts?"

Aunt Chen was somewhat surprised and didn't respond immediately. It wasn't until Song Wen closed the door that she reacted.

Her face inexplicably flushed, murmuring to herself.

"Young and not frugal, quite generous indeed. Big appetite too, but being light is good."

Since Song Wen started cultivating Qi, his senses had become more sensitive. He heard every word of Chen Yi muttering outside clearly.

He glanced down and realized that he seemed to have spent quite a bit.

After finishing all six breakfasts that Aunt Chen brought over, Song Wen finally felt full in his stomach.

He opened the door, stepped out, and entered the medicine garden to take care of the spiritual herbs, aiding digestion.

At the same time, he pondered to himself. Last night, he devoured the essence of blood from two people to an excessive extent.

Upon introspection, he found that his previously severely deficient blood and Qi had been completely replenished. As for the excess blood and Qi from last night, he couldn't feel them anymore.

He also felt that his physical body had undergone a slight enhancement, although the enhancement effect was minimal and not very noticeable, he could clearly feel it.

Furthermore, his spiritual state seemed to have undergone a certain degree of improvement, and his understanding of cultivation techniques had become much clearer.

"Why is it that my consumption not only includes their essence of blood, but also something else?"

"Where does my body's devouring ability really come from? Could this be the long-awaited blessing for traversers through worlds, a golden finger?"

With sharp thoughts, Song Wen quickly realized that his devouring ability seemed to help him resolve the current dilemma.

As long as he operated it well, he had a good chance of eliminating Extreme Yin.

Thinking of this, Song Wen's mind became active.

From start to finish, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all because of killing. Instead, there was always a faint expectation deep down for killing and devouring blood once again.

(End of the Chapter)