Cao Kun didn't expect that he would actually feel the Qi on his first try.
This aura was sinister, eerie, terrifying, bloody, eerie, and decaying, filled with all sorts of negative energy. As soon as he sensed it, his whole body turned cold, he felt extremely uncomfortable, and he subconsciously had a rejection reaction.
Cao Kun was overjoyed. He suppressed his discomfort and tried to draw evil energy into his body according to the technique, so as to achieve the effect of gathering evil.
But no matter how he tried, he always failed.
After several failures, Cao Kun opened his eyes.
"Sure enough, there is a natural repulsion between normal people and evil spirits. It is not so easy to invite evil spirits into the body."
"It seems that the only way is to open the Yin Gate on one's own body, as the cultivation method says, so that it will be much simpler to draw evil into the body."
Cao Kun got out of bed and walked to the door, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
At this time of day, you're 100% guaranteed to run into Old Hehe if you go out.
If you're not careful and get shot, it would be a huge loss.
To be on the safe side, let's wait until dawn.
The various noises finally subsided in the latter half of the night.
But Cao Kun was preoccupied with worries and, despite being extremely tired, could not fall asleep.
He left the apartment shortly after dawn.
After taking the subway and transferring to buses, he finally arrived in Chinatown.
It was more than four hours later when he returned to his apartment.
At that moment, a live duck appeared in his apartment, strutting around and quacking loudly.
"Knock knock..."
The door was suddenly slammed loudly.
Judging from the extent to which the door was shaking, it was hard not to worry that it might collapse at any moment.
"who?"
Cao Kun leaned against the door and asked a question.
“Damn yellow-skinned guy, if you don’t quiet down your room soon, I promise I’ll shove a gun barrel up your ass.”
A voice, almost a roar, came from outside the door, filled with irritability and anger.
Cao Kun recognized the voice as that of the old man next door, his face darkened, and he walked over and grabbed the duck's neck.
The ducks' quacking stopped abruptly, and the old man's voice rang out again from outside the door: "Kid, your good behavior saved you from this. This is the last warning. If it happens again, you'll be crying and going back to your mother."
The old man outside left with a smug laugh and went back to the room next door.
Immediately afterwards, his loud voice came through the wall again.
Cao Kun heard it clearly: he was yelling at his woman, telling her to hurry up and cook.
Cao Kun found a knife and a bowl in the kitchen, cut open the duck's neck, and let the blood flow into the bowl.
The duck struggled incessantly, but Cao Kun, with a blank expression, forcefully controlled its body, making it impossible for it to break free.
As the bleeding increased, the duck struggled less and less until it finally stopped moving altogether.
Cao Kun threw the duck into the kitchen sink, picked up the bowl with a little bit of duck blood splashed out, and went to the table outside.
Then, Cao Kun poured the powder of centipedes, scorpions, earthworms and other insects that he bought from the pharmacy into the bowl of duck blood and stirred it until it became thick.
Cao Kun took off his clothes and pants, took out the calligraphy brush he had bought earlier, dipped it in duck blood, and drew an extremely strange rune on his chest.
The rune was twisted and sinister, and its dark red color made it extremely unsettling, even nauseating.
Despite his discomfort, Cao Kun drew the talisman on his palms and soles.
Duck blood is considered yin, and centipedes, scorpions, and other similar creatures are even more yin.
Actually, the better kind of yin blood is the blood of yin creatures such as cats and snakes.
Above that are those who belong to the Yin category.
Cao Kun planned to try it with ducks first; if that didn't work, he would think of another way.
With some effort, he used his left hand to draw the same rune on his right palm.
With each additional rune drawn, Cao Kun felt his body grow colder.
After finishing the five paintings, Cao Kun felt as if his blood had frozen.
"It seems that the runes above our heads no longer need to be drawn."
Cao Kun put down his brush and sat cross-legged on the ground: "The effect of attracting evil spirits during the day is not as good as at night, but I can't wait any longer, I'll try it first."
Trying to sense the evil energy again, Cao Kun quickly opened his eyes in surprise.
"The evil aura during the day is not much less than that at night?"
What is the reason for this?
"Isn't it the Evil Qi Palm that governs the night?"
"Could it be that there are too many evil people in the US, and they have done too many evil deeds, making the whole country a land of great evil, resulting in an excessive abundance of evil energy?"
"Is it still because of this dilapidated apartment building?"
"It seems that I made the right choice in choosing the path of heretical cultivation."
Cao Kun closed his eyes again and tried to draw the evil spirit into his body once more.
Last night, no matter what he tried, he couldn't get those evil energies into his body.
But now, those five runes seem like five open doors on his body.
As soon as he tried to draw evil energy into his body, that evil energy quickly passed through the five runes and frantically entered his body.
Cao Kun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and at the same time, his whole body was in pain and itchy, as if countless insects were gnawing at his body.
Cao Kun almost cried out and quit his cultivation.
Fortunately, he was determined and endured the torment. He calmed his mind and guided the evil energy according to the technique, directing it to circulate within his body along a special route.
The evil qi roams within the body, intensifying the pain and itching sensation.
Cao Kun's skin turned blue, then blood red, and then purple.
Two hours later, Cao Kun opened his eyes and stopped guiding the evil energy.
It hurts so much, it's so unbearable, he really can't take it anymore.
The feeling of evil qi moving through the meridians is not bad; although it is painful, it is bearable.
However, the meridians are not completely unobstructed. When they are blocked, a large amount of pathogenic energy is needed to break through and clear them, and this process is extremely painful.
In just a short while, a large puddle had formed in front of Cao Kun, soaked with his sweat, causing him to become dehydrated and dizzy.
After drinking several large glasses of lightly salted water, Cao Kun's symptoms of dehydration finally improved somewhat.
At this point, his skin gradually returned to its normal color.
Cao Kun cooked a few packets of instant noodles to fill his stomach, and he recovered completely.
Once again, he continued to use evil energy to attack his meridians.
The pain was like being stabbed with knives and axes.
Itching is like a hundred claws scratching at your heart.
Cao Kun gritted his teeth and endured it all.
Finally, when night fell once again, the last blockage in Cao Kun's meridians was cleared.
The evil energy circulated through a large cycle and entered the dantian.
From then on, the evil energy formed a cycle in the meridians, and it could remain even without deliberate guidance.
"It's done."
Cao Kun opened his eyes. Although he looked exhausted, his eyes were surprisingly bright.
His pupils turned pitch black, like a black gemstone, like a bottomless pool, seemingly capable of sucking away souls, both eerie and strangely alluring.
The evil energy circulated within his body, and his body absorbed it. Cao Kun could clearly feel his body becoming stronger.
Upon entering the system, Cao Kun saw that his cultivation level had changed.
Cultivation level: First grade of Evil Gathering
"It's already at the rank of Grade 1?"
"According to the records of the cultivation method, reaching the rank in seven days is considered genius."
To reach the pinnacle in three days is truly the mark of a genius among geniuses.
A truly exceptional talent can instantly attain a higher level.
"It took me half a day. I wouldn't call myself a peerless genius, but I'd still be considered a prodigy, right?"
Cao Kun grinned, a smile that was undeniably sinister.
He raised his hand and felt an unprecedented surge of power coursing through his arm.
With a quick glance, Cao Kun punched the toilet wall.
boom!
Amidst the deafening roar, smoke and dust billowed upwards.
Cao Kun's punch created a large hole in the toilet wall, and several tiles fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Bang!
Before Cao Kun could even marvel at the power of the punch, his room door was violently kicked open.
A burly old man, nearly 2 meters tall, walked into the house with an angry expression on his face.
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