I Can Devour Spirits-Chapter 115: Artifact Spirits of Weapons

Xiao Yu was puzzled in her heart, wondering why Duan Rong wanted to give her a painting. She quickly walked into the main hall!

In the courtyard, Zhu Xiaoqi had already caught an old hen, ready to slaughter it, scald and pluck the feathers!

The old hen wasn’t easy to stew until tender; she had to kill it in advance and start stewing it so that the chicken soup could be ready by evening!

When Xiao Yu walked into the main hall, she saw a scroll of painting placed on the coffee table. She strode over, grabbed the painting, untied the string, and unfurled it!

Upon seeing the painting, Xiao Yu’s expression changed. Her whole body couldn’t help but tremble lightly, with tears streaming down her cheeks...

In the painting, unexpectedly, it was Xiao Bai Jiao, dressed in a water-colored dress, with camellias pinned in her hair!

Xiao Bai Jiao stood in the hall depicted in the painting, looking at her with a bright smile...

It was as if she was standing at home together with her...

"Little sister..." For a moment, Xiao Yu was moved and held the painting to her chest!

Xiao Yu already knew that Duan Rong could paint. Yesterday, while sorting through Xiao Bai Jiao’s memorabilia, she saw the painting Duan Rong had made for Xiao Bai Jiao and the poem beside it. She asked Zhu Xiaoqi, who recounted the whole story to her!

Honestly speaking, although the Xiao Bai Jiao in that painting was indeed Xiao Bai Jiao, to Xiao Yu, it seemed somewhat unreal, too ethereal!

But the current painting was true to life, vivid and lifelike, especially Bai Jiao’s eyes, looking exactly as they did when she was alive!

As a sister who did not get to see her little sister one last time, how could she not be moved upon seeing this painting now?

It took Xiao Yu a while to calm down her emotions. She wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, looked at the painting for a while longer, then rolled up the scroll and placed it in her inner room.

Sitting on the bed in her chamber, Xiao Yu stared blankly, not knowing why, but Duan Rong’s dark face kept flashing before her eyes...

Duan Rong left Xiao Zongting’s courtyard and returned to his cramped dormitory.

Duan Rong had long made up his mind to practice the Fetal Concealment Scripture only in the deep of night!

This way, it would be safer. Moreover, during the daytime, he planned to rigorously practice the Master Level Clavicle Technique!

This Clavicle Technique was mysterious and unpredictable, with quite a few life-saving benefits!

He was planning to go on an escort mission soon and hoped to master this martial art before setting off!

Duan Rong first practiced various strange poses to stretch and stimulate all the tendons and membranes throughout his body!

This was the routine training for the Bone Shrinking Technique. Even if he mastered the technique, such daily training had to continue to maintain the martial art!

This process lasted for about an hour!

After an hour, when he was already sweating profusely, even the slightest movement would make all the joints and membranes in his body crackle loudly!

Then, Duan Rong began twisting himself, aiming to fit into a wooden basin...

As time passed, Duan Rong gradually shrank in circles...

With each shrink, a massive wave of pain would engulf Duan Rong like a flood...

Duan Rong twisted himself like a python slowly constricting its prey, continuing this process until midnight...

His body gradually contorted into an oval meatball, and its size reduced by almost a fifth, yet it was still far from fitting into the basin?

At this moment, in the silence of the deep night, the distant sound of drumming faintly echoed!

"It’s already midnight..."

Seeing the time had come, Duan Rong began to disperse his skill, slowly untwisting his head, hands, and legs in a reverse spiral...

Duan Rong’s body visibly expanded circle by circle...

When Duan Rong stood there, his form as usual, a small puddle of sweat had already accumulated at his feet...

Duan Rong wiped the sweat from his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said, "This martial art is purely for masochists to practice!"

Even with his strong will, he thought several times about giving up during the practice!

He pushed through it driven by a madness in his heart!

It was already midnight when Duan Rong wiped the sweat off his body and prepared to begin the cultivation of the Fetal Concealment Scripture. He took out four landscape paintings that formed the Hidden Mandala from the wardrobe. Just then, a thought flashed in Duan Rong’s mind, and he put the four paintings back into the wardrobe, left the dormitory, and went to the Martial Arts Arena in the central courtyard!

It was already midnight, and the world was silent, with even the faint sounds of insects now seeming somewhat noisy!

The lantern under the eaves cast patches of dim yellow light on the Martial Arts Arena!

The light and darkness sliced the vast Martial Arts Arena into contrasting patches...

Duan Rong walked briskly to a weapon rack at the corner of the Martial Arts Arena, sweeping a cold and stern gaze over the weapons rack,

He suddenly grabbed a Mo Saber from the weapon rack and silently chanted, "Read Artifact Spirit."

Artifact: Mo Saber

Artifact Spirit Tier: Tier One

Devouring Requirements: Host’s Spiritual Power Level 1 (Satisfied)

Devouring Effect: Rakshasa Saber Technique Master 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Duan Rong glanced at the data floating before him and silently thought, "Devour!"

Before entering the Sea of Consciousness, Duan Rong specifically came to the weapons rack to devour the Artifact Spirit, wanting to take the opportunity to research how the Weapon’s Artifact Spirit changes within the Sea of Consciousness?

The spirits of weapons and tree spirits occupied different positions within the Sea of Consciousness, and their absorption rates were worlds apart!

Duan Rong had already basically understood the changes of tree spirits within the Sea of Consciousness, but he was unclear about the evolution process of weapon spirits within it!

He only knew that the southeast horizon of the Sea of Consciousness hung the remnant shadows of the weapons he had devoured!

But those were the Artifact Spirits after they had been fully digested and absorbed!

Duan Rong wanted to find out how they hung there?

Duan Rong placed the Mo Saber back on the weapons rack and returned to his cramped dormitory!

Then, Duan Rong locked the door, placed the wardrobe and painting stand in a wall corner, forming an enclosed space!

Afterward, Duan Rong slowly moved the burning oil lamp over the back of the landscape paintings, and as the flame passed, the ink of the landscape faded, revealing the fierce divine statues of the Four Great Kings!

Duan Rong hung the divine statues of the Four Great Kings according to the directions of east, south, west, and north in the enclosed space!

Then, he sat cross-legged in the center of the enclosed space!

Duan Rong chanted incantations and performed sealing gestures to adjust his breathing!

The breathing method of the Fetal Concealment Scripture was very unique, and more importantly, Duan Rong had to infuse his spiritual power into the indeterminate point between inhaling and exhaling after a rather complex breathing sequence to enter the Sea of Consciousness!

Although he had succeeded once before, Duan Rong still had to try three times today before successfully entering the Sea of Consciousness!

Even though he had seen the vastness of the Sea of Consciousness yesterday, Duan Rong’s heart still trembled as he entered again!

The black earth, the endless firmament, the swirling mist...

An ancient and majestic aura instantly enveloped Duan Rong...