Chapter 132 A Good Medicine
The old ancestor was determined to die.
The two walked out of the side hall one after the other and headed straight for the dungeon.
Duan Jiuyou remained silent the entire way, too lazy to pay any attention to Han Ling.
Han Ling made conversation, rambling on and on, basically saying that he was wrong before and shouldn't have kept things from her.
Duan Jiuyou ignored this and went to a door to unlock it with a key.
The cold moonlight pierced the dungeon as Duan Jiuyou opened the door, casting a sharp beam of light. A stone staircase was illuminated by the light, and Duan Jiuyou, with a flick of his wrist, produced a hexagonal, long-tasseled lamp and descended it first.
This dungeon was originally a wine cellar. Duan Jiuyou had a fondness for sweet wine for a while, so he carved out this place. Han Ling sniffed, but couldn't smell any wine. Instead, he smelled a sweet, fishy odor.
The two walked through a long corridor, and the deeper they went, the stronger the stench of blood became, as if someone's body had just been dismembered there.
The cell was decorated with wall lamps, and wherever Duan Jiuyou went, candlelight would follow. He casually put down a lantern and leaned into a soft couch in the center.
A mangled, bloody figure sat leaning against the edge of the bed, his hands and feet pierced by four iron chains deeply embedded in the wall. At first glance, he looked like a pet tethered to the bed for his owner's amusement.
It turned out to be the imperial territory.
She used the Hunyuan Heavenly Lock on him.
That was an object used in ancient times to bind sinful gods; it locked not only the human body but also the primordial spirit.
At each of the four iron chains' loops, a steel needle pierces through the bone, embedding itself into the four seas of the primordial spirit. The more one struggles, the more one's spiritual energy is consumed.
If someone forcibly breaks free of the iron chains, they will be ruined; not only will their physical body be destroyed, but their primordial spirit will also be annihilated.
Duan Jiuyou sat facing the direction of the imperial territory, a hint of excitement suddenly appearing in his usually indifferent eyes.
She tilted her head to examine her "prey," then suddenly leaned close to Di Jiang and took a deep breath. Only then would you realize that her excitement and liking had nothing to do with anyone else, but were entirely due to his blood.
She beckoned to Han Ling, her expression strangely excited: "Come and smell it, doesn't it smell wonderful?"
She rarely extended such a warm invitation to him, and Han Ling stood still, feeling that the bone-piercing lock in his hand was superfluous.
This woman is much more ruthless than him.
The Emperor had countless knife wounds on his body, not out of torture, but to find out which spot had the best taste for blood. The last spot was his heart, where a large pool of blood of varying shades had been drawn, indicating that it had been used many times.
Han Ling thought to himself: No wonder she didn't cry out in pain when she took Di Jiang's blade; it turns out she had already been given "medicine".
He turned his gaze to Di Jiang and couldn't help but admire the magnanimity of this Lord of the Great Wilderness. Despite suffering such severe injuries and humiliation, he could still smile and look him in the eye.
Arrogance, sarcasm, and a bland hatred.
Di Jiang's ruthlessness is not outwardly displayed, but he always gives people a sense of superiority and oppression.
“You look pretty good,” he said to Han Ling.
He recovered his color in just two hours; it seems he underestimated him.
Han Ling said, "You don't look too well, but seeing you like this makes me feel relieved."
"Do you trust me or her?" Di Jiang asked with a mocking look in his eyes. "I have feelings for her. Maybe she captured me as a ruse. Aren't you afraid that we'll work together to put on an act and conspire behind her back?"
"If this was a conspiracy, the price would be far too high."
Han Ling was not swayed by the imperial court.
He doesn't understand emotions, but he understands human nature. If Duan Jiuyou had any humanity left, he wouldn't have been able to be so ruthless.
He even felt that she resembled himself back then.
The first time he ate a fairy, he was just as curious and exploratory. He ate countless ones and finally concluded that the blood in the heart was the sweetest and the blood in the wrist was slightly sour.
She is now a demigod, and instinctively she is interested in divine blood; it's an uncontrollable liking, a liking for food.
Now that Han Ling lacks a physical body, he has lost interest in cannibalism and cannot digest it anyway, but that burgeoning appetite is still firmly etched in his memory.
Can gourmets be sown apart by food?
What a joke.
...
After leaving the dungeon, Han Ling told Duan Jiuyou something.
"There is a Crimson Spirit Grass in the Cloud Deep Cave of Ziwei Mountain. Go and pick it for me."
The gods suffered heavy casualties this time and will certainly not give up easily. He guessed that they would attack Earthly Breath Mountain in no more than a day. He had to recover to his original state before they attacked the mountain.
"Why pick it? Aren't you recovering quite well?"
Although they were on the same side, Duan Jiuyou did not blindly follow his lead. She needed a reason to do things and would not act immediately just because he gave her orders.
She didn't want to go, too lazy to make the trip. The entire Earth Breath Mountain was immortal, and Han Ling didn't even have a physical body. Once the Black Crystal Stone shattered, there would be nothing in the world that could suppress Han Ling. Even if the opponent attacked, what was there to fear?
"Where did you get the idea that I'm doing well? I'm currently lacking in demonic energy and can't control the disciples of the Ao Sect at all. In the end, it will just be you and me fighting them one-on-one. And you're afraid of pain, how long can you last?"
The most crucial thing he wanted wasn't to fight the gods to the death, but rather the ferocity generated by war. Even if he killed them all by himself, he would still be a wandering soul without a physical body.
Han Ling said, "The Crimson Spirit Grass is the remnant soul of the Demon Lord Qian Yue. As long as I take it, it will help me restore all my demonic spirits."
Duan Jiuyou said, "Since there is such a divine object, why didn't you go and collect it before?"
"You weren't injured before!" Han Ling was practically ready to jump up and down at Duan Jiuyou when this was mentioned.
Before joining forces with Duan Jiuyou, his demonic spirit was abundant, and he didn't need the Crimson Spirit Grass to enhance himself. After joining forces with her, he first gave her half, and then gave a small half to her disciples. Then his demonic spirit was destroyed and his demonic spirit was injured. After counting all this, he almost suspected that she was his nemesis!
Han Ling repeatedly warned, "This Crimson Spirit Grass is rarely known. It looks no different from wild grass. You have a demonic spirit on you, so you will sense it when you go in. This grass looks weak, but its roots are actually thick. Pick it by the roots, don't just pull it out halfway! Its roots are the most useful part. I only have this one straw left to cling to in my life. If you break it, when will I ever be able to avenge your parents?"
Duan Jiuyou ignored Han Ling's encouragement: "Why don't you go yourself? Is there anything in Ziwei Mountain that you're afraid of? I am now a demon just like you. Do you think I'm not afraid of what you're afraid of?"
Han Ling didn't hide anything and said honestly, "There are two mountain strongholds guarding the Crimson Spirit Grass. My demonic spirit is weak right now, and their pure spiritual energy is too strong. They might tear my primordial spirit apart. You have the aura of the divine race, so they won't hurt you."
Duan Jiuyou said he understood, and returned in less than half an hour, throwing a Red Spirit Grass to Han Ling.
The grass was indeed picked with its roots intact, and even with mud on it. Han Ling held it in his hand and checked it repeatedly. He was overjoyed and never expected it to go so smoothly this time!
"If I had known this would happen, I should have let you gather it earlier. Even if we didn't need it, it would have been useful in case!"
"Back then?" Duan Jiuyou sneered, "If I dared to pick them back then, would you have dared to eat them?"
He was extremely suspicious. If they hadn't conspired together to this extent, how could he have trusted her enough to let her pick the Crimson Spirit Grass? Even this time, he didn't completely trust her.
The valley on Ziwei Mountain does indeed possess pure spiritual energy, but given Han Ling's cautious and timid nature, he would never easily tell her what he truly fears.
Perhaps he is indeed afraid of something on the mountain, but it certainly isn't some mountain valley.
This was his final test of her, to see if she would bring back a complete Crimson Spirit Grass, or take advantage of his weakness to capture two Mountain Valleys that he "feared".
Han Ling didn't explain much. He always kept a backup plan. Seeing the marks on her arm from the mountain cave, he quickly led her towards the dungeon: "I know this trip won't be easy. Isn't there a good medicine for you there? Drink a few sips of blood and the pain will go away."
He was eager to go into seclusion to replenish his energy, and after saying this, he hurriedly returned to the side hall, afraid of being disturbed by her. When the hall door closed, he set up a barrier for living people.
Duan Jiuyou stared at the barrier for a while, then turned and walked towards the dungeon.
The cell was very damp. She walked down the stone steps, stepping on her own shadow. This time, she didn't carry a lantern but quickened her pace.
Once Han Ling distributes her demonic spirit to others, her own five senses will weaken. The lantern she held earlier was to illuminate the way for Han Ling, not because she herself couldn't see clearly.
Han Ling hadn't told her about this; she figured it out herself.
As an ally, she was incredibly attentive and kept a close eye on his changes, but unfortunately, Han Ling only noticed her incompetent side.
Of course, this is understandable, since people have limited energy, and overemphasizing some issues will cause them to overlook some details.
The prison door closed behind her. This was the magic she used most freely. Opening and closing doors, opening and closing windows—she had always been an unambitious person. If she didn't have a body of "copper skin and iron bones," an immortal body, she would just be an ignorant and incompetent hoodlum.
Descending the last stone step and passing through a dark corridor, Duan Jiuyou pushed open the cell door where Di Jiang was imprisoned.
Di Jiang remained seated in the same position as before, his robe loose, revealing his blood-stained inner garment. His long hair, half-tied up, was somewhat disheveled, giving him an air of both destitution and nobility.
Duan Jiuyou squatted down in front of Di Jiang and examined his face.
He was asleep, or perhaps unconscious, but his expression was calm, even relaxed. He seemed to have always had the ability to adapt to any situation, whether he fell into the Tenth Realm after his defeat or became a prisoner.
She tilted her head to examine the connection between his wrist and the iron lock, and reached out her finger to touch his wound. Just then, Di Jiang opened his eyes, and Duan Jiuyou noticed his gaze, stopped what she was doing and looked at him.
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