Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

"ah!"

Ji Yin could no longer hold on and let out a shrill wail before falling to the ground and twitching.

His Qi and blood were severely depleted, and his skin gradually began to become sagging and aging.

Song Wen downstairs seemed to be guarding the small building, protecting Ji Yin, but in fact all his mind was focused on the situation on the second floor.

In anticipation and anxiety, Song Wen finally ushered in an extremely exciting moment.

As the sound of Ji Yin falling to the ground was heard upstairs, Song Wen couldn't help but show a look of ecstasy on his face.

The day has finally come.

He slowly walked up to the second floor and listened carefully outside the door. His keen senses allowed him to clearly hear Jiyin's heavy breathing and painful moans.

Song Wen asked with an anxious and concerned tone.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

In the room, there was no other sound except for the low voice of pain.

Song Wen held the dagger upside down in his hand, covered it with his sleeve, and then gently opened the door.

Ji Yin was seen hunched over and collapsed on the ground. His body was twitching constantly, and he moaned with unknown meaning from time to time.

Song Wen cautiously approached Ji Yin step by step and asked.

"Master, are you okay?"

Jiyin, who was suffering tremendous pain, finally noticed Song Wen approaching.

He looked at Song Wen expectantly, "Help...save me."

Ji Yin hadn't figured it out until now. Not only did Song Wen take the elixir without any problems, but he also broke through to the second level of Qi training. But why was he severely depleted of energy and blood and in great pain?

Now, Song Wen is his only life-saving straw.

He looked at a wooden box on the table not far away and said, "Ginseng...bring it to me."

This is a century-old ginseng that he collected before. It is a good elixir for replenishing qi and blood. However, with his current fragile body, it is hard to say whether he can withstand the power of century-old ginseng.

But at the moment, Jiyin didn't have the time to think so much. He felt that if he didn't replenish his energy and blood as soon as possible, he would die of exhaustion of energy and blood in a short time.

Song Wen glanced at the wooden box containing ginseng and said, "Master, wait a moment, I'll get it right away."

Song Wen slowly walked towards the wooden table, but his eyes were always focused on Ji Yin.

He wanted to determine whether Jiyin had completely lost his ability to move.

The scene of Ji Yin using the yellow talisman to kill people is still vivid in his mind.

No matter how careful you are when dealing with an old Yin person like Ji Yin, you can never be too careful. If he still has the ability to use the yellow talisman, he may die in front of the opponent.

"Quick...quick..." Seeing Song Wen's hesitation, Ji Yin couldn't help but urge.

"Come here, Master."

Song Wen took out the ginseng from the wooden box, turned around and came to Ji Yin.

Song Wen knelt down and wanted to hand the ginseng to Ji Yin's hand, but found that Ji Yin really couldn't move, so he stuffed the ginseng directly into Ji Yin's mouth.

But Ji Yin couldn't even crush the ginseng and swallow it. He just wanted to remind Song Wen to help him tear the ginseng into pieces and feed it to him.

Suddenly, he felt a pain on the top of his head, and a dagger was completely buried in his head.

Then, the figure flashed, and Song Wen's figure disappeared before his eyes.

Ji Yin's eyes were full of disbelief. He never expected that Song Wen would give him a fatal blow at this time.

Just now, his attention was focused on the ginseng beside his mouth. He didn't even know how the dagger was inserted into his head.

"Why..." Ji Yin's eyes were full of unwillingness, regret, frustration, disbelief and many other emotions, but the most overwhelming one was confusion.

He was unwilling to fail to break through the middle stage of Qi training in his lifetime, felt aggrieved because he died at the hands of Song Wen, a medicine slave, couldn't believe that Song Wen dared to attack him, and regretted not killing Song Wen early.

I am an immortal, high up in the sky, but I can look down at the thousands of dawns and regard them as ants. I still have many ambitions in my heart that I have not realized, and in the end I died silently in this small attic.

I forgot about food and sleep, and did not dare to relax for a moment in my practice. I just expected to break through to the middle stage of Qi training and truly separate myself from the mortals. Unexpectedly, everything came to nothing.

He didn't even understand until his death why Song Wen was fine after taking the elixir in the morning, but when he took the elixir, he depleted his own essence and blood.

Song Wen stood behind Ji Yin for a full quarter of an hour. After confirming that Ji Yin had expired for a long time, he slowly approached.

"Why! Go down and ask Er Niu and Zhang Cheng."

Song Wen inserted his hand into the wound on Ji Yin's brain and began to swallow his blood and essence.

Most of Jiyin's energy and blood were consumed by the elixir, but since he was a cultivator at the third level of Qi training, the remaining essence and blood in his body was still much stronger than that of an ordinary adult.

When absorbing the essence and blood of Jiyin, Song Wen discovered something different.

From Ji Yin, he only absorbed blood essence, but the feeling of mental excitement was not strong.

"Is it true, as I guessed, that I absorbed not only their blood essence, but also their souls?"

"I absorbed those people as soon as I killed them before. But Ji Yin only absorbed them a quarter of an hour after his death. Has part of his soul's power slowly dissipated?"

Song Wen didn't pay too much attention to the speculation in his mind. After absorbing Ji Yin into a mummified corpse, he began to touch the corpse.

However, he almost rummaged through Ji Yin's entire room and almost took off Ji Yin's clothes, but he didn't find anything valuable.

"It's impossible. Where did Ji Yin hide all the skills, elixirs, and talismans? He obviously carries them with him on weekdays."

"Is there any treasure like the legendary Mustard Seed Na Sumeru?"

Song Wen looked through Ji Yin's fingers, wrists, etc., but found nothing.

"I still don't believe it."

Song Wen searched everywhere in the extremely dark clothes, and finally found a palm-sized cloth bag in his sleeve.

He tried to probe into it with his still weak spiritual power, and it was as expected.

This cloth bag is just a storage bag!

There was about a square meter inside, and everything Song Wen was looking for was inside.

There are several books, some small porcelain bottles, yellow charms, a small stove and so on.

Song Wen was not in a hurry to count the contents of the storage bag. He took off the bedding from the bed, wrapped the extremely gloomy mummy, and threw it into the storage bag.

He got a towel and wiped away some of the blood on the splattered floor. Then, throw the towel into the storage bag as well.

Song Wen looked around and found that nothing was missing, then went downstairs and returned to his room.

Until this moment, a strong excitement burst out in Song Wen's heart. Once Ji Yin died, the biggest risk that was weighing on his head would be lifted.

Now, the only thing that can threaten his life is the 'Seven-Day Broken Heart Pill'.

"By the way, I wonder if Jiyin has the real antidote to the 'Seven Days Duanchang Pill'."

Song Wen then took out all the contents of Jiyin's storage bag and began to look at them one by one.

Song Wen, who was anxious to detoxify, first checked the small porcelain bottles.

There are three small porcelain vases, each with a note on it.

One of them has a 'Blood Qi Pill' sticker on it and contains two Blood Qi Pills.

The other one said ‘Seven-Day Broken Heart Pill’, and there was only one pill in it. Song Wen took it out and checked it, and found that it was the poisonous pill that caused his poisoning.

Song Wen opened the last porcelain bottle with anticipation, just because it said 'Seven-Day Duanchang Pill Antidote',

There were three pills in the porcelain bottle, two of which were dark red pills that he had taken before, and they were also temporary antidotes that were taken once every seven days.

The other is a dark red pill.

Song Wen took the crimson pill and stared at it for a long time before taking it directly.

After breaking through the second level of Qi training, Song Wen's perception has grown much stronger and he can now look inside his body.

In his perception, there was a cold energy lingering in his stomach, which was in danger of exploding at any time.

After the antidote is taken, the yin-cold energy gradually begins to subside until it completely disappears.

Song Wen was immediately overjoyed that the toxicity of the 'Seven-Day Broken Heart Pill' had finally been completely eliminated.