Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter 84 Storage Space

In a barracks at the Xiao family's residence in Tiannan Town, Xiao Chong was laid flat on a bed, his body covered with hemostatic medicine.

Yin Changkong sat on the edge of the bed, covered in sweat, and placed a slightly trembling hand against Xiao Chong's chest, continuously channeling his Yuan energy into him.

The other ten disciples sent by the Xiao family to explore the land surrounded the two of them, looking nervous.

Fatty and Yin Feng seemed extremely worried, especially Fatty, who kept pacing back and forth in the room like a headless fly.

"How is it, Uncle Yin? Is there still no sign of improvement in Young Master Chong?" The fat man, who had been running back and forth, had just stopped when the sweat dripping from his feet immediately turned into a puddle of water.

Without raising his head, Yin Changkong said in a deep voice, "He ate the beast core of the White-haired Wolf King, and his blood and qi are too strong. Just now, for some reason, the speed of circulation accelerated again, and it is showing signs of becoming unstoppable."

"I can only use my Yuan energy to protect his heart meridian and slow his death, but this is not a long-term solution. If he remains unconscious like this, I'm afraid he won't last until dawn."

The fat man was extremely anxious and asked in surprise, "Is there any other way?"

Yin Changkong's hands trembled even more violently, and he weakly shook his head, saying, "We've tried all the methods we could, but to no avail. Now we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate."

At this point, Yin Changkong hesitated for a moment, then added tentatively, "Or...or..."

The fat man, completely disregarding Yin Changkong's status as a martial arts master, stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and urgently asked, "Speak! Or what?"

Yin Changkong was not angry, and continued, "If we introduce the blood of a living person into Xiao Chong's body at this time, he may be able to hold on for a while longer."

“Use mine…use mine…let’s use mine…” The Xiao family members accompanying them in the room all spoke up.

While everyone was scrambling for it, the fat man had already pulled out a wrist-splitting knife and swiftly cut his wrist.

However, to everyone's astonishment, no blood flowed from that wrist.

The fat man was stunned. He looked at the thick layer of fat that had been torn open on his wrist and immediately understood. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stabbed again.

"Hiss!" The skin curled up like flower petals, revealing dark red blood vessels inside, and blood was already gushing from the wrist.

The fat man's face was deathly pale, but he rushed to the bedside without hesitation and brought his scarlet wrist to Xiao Chong's mouth.

Blood gushed into Xiao Chong's mouth like a fountain, and in just a short moment, a dramatic change occurred!

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Xiao Chong was kicking the cauldron spirit away and triumphantly exiting the Purple Cloud Cauldron when he was suddenly choked by the blood in his throat and coughed violently.

What is this smell? It's greasy and has a fishy, ​​gamey smell. How come it's even harder to swallow than the beast core of the Bloodthirsty Silver Bear?

Xiao Chong suddenly opened his eyes and was startled by the scene before him.

The disciples gathered in a circle around the bed, their eyes filled with tears and their faces filled with grief, as if they were attending a memorial service.

Yin Changkong placed one hand on his chest and the other on his forehead, as if he were tidying up his own remains.

Only his good friend Fatty was still trying to save him, continuously giving him blood transfusions.

But the taste is really not good, and it's so oily that it seems like I have high cholesterol.

No, this is too unlucky! After understanding the situation, Xiao Chong sat up abruptly and stared at everyone in the room without saying a word.

"He's awake! He's awake! The captain's awake!" The disciples who had gathered around the bed were overjoyed, their faces finally turning from grief to joy, and the atmosphere of the memorial service was completely shattered.

Yin Changkong also let out a long sigh and removed his hand from Xiao Chong's body.

He was utterly exhausted. From the moment Xiao Chong fell unconscious until now, most of the night had passed, and the flow of Yuan energy had never stopped. This level of exertion would be unbearable even for a Grandmaster, let alone a Martial Master.

Upon seeing Xiao Chong awaken, Yin Changkong relaxed and actually lay straight down on the bed, snoring.

"Young Master Chong, it's good that you're awake. I thought I'd never see you again..." The fat man grabbed Xiao Chong's shoulder, buried his head in the side of the other's neck, and cried his heart out.

"Brother, don't cry, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

After the fat man finished venting his emotions, Xiao Chong was deeply moved when he saw the still bleeding cut on his wrist and quickly and carefully bandaged it for him.

Brotherhood is a one-time thing, only for this lifetime. Either don't be brothers, or don't abandon them. It's best to cherish what you have while you can.

"Young Master Chong, you bled so much last night, are you alright?" The fat man wiped away his tears and asked with some concern.

Yes, there was nothing wrong with my body, no signs of dizziness, and I was full of energy.

After examining the body thoroughly, Xiao Chong found nothing amiss and then looked at the small wounds on his body.

Seeing that a scab had already formed, he shook his head and said, "Don't worry, it's just a little bleeding, nothing serious."

"Our captain is a lucky man. Even if something minor happens, he will naturally turn out well." After hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that everyone's emotions had calmed down, and that they all had dark circles under their eyes, indicating that they had been busy without sleep, Xiao Chong was moved and advised, "I'm fine now, just a little tired. You've all worked hard all night, so go back and rest early."

After saying that, he took out a small bag and handed it to Yin Feng, saying, "You and Fatty help Uncle Yin back to his room first. After he wakes up, use these pills to restore his vital energy and help him recover."

Everyone had been busy for most of the night, especially Yin Feng and the others who had gone out with Xiao Chong during the day. They were exhausted and sleepy. Seeing that Xiao Chong was indeed alright, they all agreed and went back to their rooms to rest.

After everyone had left the house, leaving only Xiao Chong, he got out of bed, closed the door, and began to check what he had gained that day.

It wasn't that Xiao Chong was deliberately trying to conceal his identity, but rather that his secret was simply too astonishing; the fewer people who knew, the less danger he would face. He had always adhered to the principle of "better safe than sorry."

Standing at the door, Xiao Chong looked at his wounds again. In just a short while, the ruptured blood vessels had healed, and the skin on his body was completely healed, only a little more delicate and lighter in color than before.

Is this what makes the Wolf King Beast Core so special? It shouldn't be like this. Although the primordial energy it contains is purer, it's something that invigorates blood and qi, so it should cause people to bleed uncontrollably.

Never mind, let's first sort out the benefits left by Lu Da Ka. Xiao Chong excitedly walked to the bedside, raised his hand and pressed down on the edge of the bed, about to sit on it.

"Crack!" The bed board snapped in response.

"This bed is so flimsy! I don't know where Fatty bought it. He must have cut corners, or he must have taken a bribe. I have to talk to him about this tomorrow."

Xiao Chong felt that the fat steward's wasteful behavior could not be tolerated. He muttered a few words angrily and then pressed the button in another place.

"Crash!" The entire bed fell apart and lay sprawled on the floor like a pile of firewood.

"Something seems off. I didn't notice any shaking when I was lying on it."

Xiao Chong looked at his palm and felt that it was different from usual, as if a powerful force was hidden inside, about to burst out.

Could it be that after being unconscious for half a day, he would wake up as Ultraman or Popeye? To verify his feeling, Xiao Chong pressed down hard on a wooden chair in front of the bed.

The chair was made of thousand-year-old pear wood, as hard as iron. Even a martial artist who had just entered the Martial Apprentice realm would find it difficult to break by hand. Unexpectedly, it was squeezed into a ball like noodles in Xiao Chong's hands.

This is just the result of pressing it down with your hand. If you were to punch it with all your might, wouldn't that chair be reduced to dust?

Good heavens! When did I become the King of Destruction? Could it be because I absorbed that drop of essence blood from the cauldron spirit? But please, I hope it doesn't turn into a beast!

Xiao Chong stared at his palm in disbelief, and after a long while, he could not find any clues. He could only attribute this change to the essence of the cauldron spirit.

But when he recalled Lü Daka's use of the word "monster" to refer to the cauldron spirit, he felt a little uneasy, fearing that he might transform into a monster like a beast warrior.

The best way to deal with things you can't understand is to stop thinking about them for now, and you'll naturally understand when the time is right.

With a touch of trepidation, Xiao Chong turned his attention back to the Purple Cloud Cauldron. According to Lü Daka, this cauldron was definitely a valuable item.

With my current cultivation level, it's probably impossible for the Purple Cloud Cauldron to devour the heavens and earth, or absorb stars and the moon. But since it's a self-contained universe inside, could I use it as a storage space for now?

With a thought, Xiao Chong activated the method left by Lü Daka to control the Purple Cloud Cauldron, and a small cauldron the size of a palm appeared in his hand.

The small tripod has three legs, is entirely black, and is covered with exquisite patterns and ancient inscriptions.

It was indeed incredibly magical! However, the only drawback was that while the Purple Cloud Cauldron was beautiful, it was far too small. It seemed more for show than practical use, unable to hold much. Xiao Chong was delighted, but then became somewhat worried.

As if sensing Xiao Chong's thoughts, the Purple Cloud Cauldron emitted a soft "hum" and expanded outward by one point.

Could this treasure be like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, able to change size at will?

"Big!" Xiao Chong thought to himself.

However, the Purple Cloud Cauldron remained unchanged.

Disappointed, Xiao Chong muttered to himself again, unwilling to give up: "Little!"

This time, the Purple Cloud Cauldron was quite obedient, shrinking in size to about the size of a fist.

"Small! Small! Small!" Overjoyed, Xiao Chong imagined himself as Sun Wukong and had a great time.

The Purple Cloud Cauldron had shrunk to the size of a grain of rice, spinning wildly in Xiao Chong's palm.

"Let's see how much it can hold." After playing with it for a while, Xiao Chong restored the Purple Cloud Cauldron to its original size and casually tossed a sack of pills over.

A flash of light, and the sack vanished in an instant.

Throw more! Beast cores, immortal-slaying swords, clothes, bedding—throw everything in!

After throwing in a pair of smelly socks, the Purple Cloud Cauldron could no longer hold anything.

Okay, it's getting late, I should wash up and go to bed.

After taking out everything except the pills and beast cores, Xiao Chong had another thought, and the Purple Cloud Cauldron transformed into a golden light and entered Xiao Chong's body.

But where would he sleep tonight? Looking at the pile of rotten wood on the ground and then at his own hands, Xiao Chong felt like crying.

It is true that one can live with the sins of Heaven, but one cannot live with the sins of oneself!