Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

Wu Wei nodded and continued.

"Okay."

"Please don't kill me."

The three demons nodded, then shakily pulled a leather piece from his pocket.

"Thank you."

Wu Wei smiled and nodded as he accepted the parchment scroll offered to him.

Then, he turned around and left.

"many"

Watching Wu Wei's retreating figure, the members of the Three Demons Sect wanted to express their gratitude.

But before he could even say thank you, he collapsed and died.

Under the silent moonlight, you could clearly see several insects crawling in and out of each other's eyes.

"I've been poisoned by the Three Corpse Poisons, this is troublesome."

"Looks like tonight will be a sleepless night."

"Little friend, it looks like I'll have to wait until I'm better before I come back to see you."

Clutching the parchment scroll, Wu disappeared at the end of the street.

He's also the kind of person who likes to eliminate problems completely.

"Zhu'er, how are you feeling?"

In Jishetang, Jingming lay on the bed, looking utterly exhausted.

Father Zhao sat down next to Jingming, carrying a bowl of nourishing and invigorating herbal soup.

"much better."

As the medicine was swallowed, Jingming felt a warm sensation inside his body.

[Tong You] [Digestion].

The body's powerful functions begin to take effect.

"Mr. Duanmu, how is my son?"

Looking at Duanmu Jun, who was taking Jingming's pulse, Zhao's father asked with concern.

"Your son is in good health."

"only."

Duanmu Jun nodded slightly, then fell into deep thought.

"Just what?"

Upon hearing Duanmu Jun's words, Zhao's father couldn't help but ask with concern.

Even Jingming, who was lying on the bed, began to look around.

"It's just that your son's three jiaos are weak and unstable, which is somewhat like excessive qi causing injury. His qi circulation is also a bit sluggish, and the most important thing is the lower jiao."

"Symptoms of excessive indulgence."

"This happened to a six-year-old child."

"I really can't figure out why."

Duanmu Jun shook his head, stroking his beard, looking astonished.

I've never seen anything like this before!

"San Jiao?"

"Sir, are these symptoms the kind of restlessness, agitation, or even inexplicable anger?"

Jingming sat up in bed and looked at Duanmu Jun, asking him a question.

"You're only describing one part of the symptoms."

"In severe cases, it is not impossible to die from exhaustion of the Triple Burner."

Duanmu Jun nodded and said.

Then he pointed to Jingming's chest.

"The Sanjiao is similar to the Three Realms in Taoism. There may be some minor differences, but they won't be significant."

“Logically speaking, you should have mastered Qi, so you shouldn’t have these symptoms.”

What is Qi cultivation?

Refining Qi!

If the Triple Burner is like that, then it's not cultivating Qi, it's courting death.

"I think I know why."

Jingming nodded slightly, then lay back down.

The Three Burners, the Three Scenes, and the Three Corpses!

He was always aware of his surroundings during the battle, and was able to avoid even the most powerful curses and magic.

However, they forgot that the poison of the Three Corpses can be transmitted through Qi.

It's not exactly contagious. I was fighting so hard back then that I only needed the other party to provoke me slightly for my anger to erupt.

The image of Nezha with three heads and six arms in battle inherently contains an element of anger.

"The methods of Quanxing are truly impossible to guard against."

Jingming grinned and closed his eyes again.

He has to find a way to solve this problem; it's a dangerous thing, but also an opportunity.

Once the three internal corpses can be resolved, the cultivation speed can be accelerated again.

"I wonder if the president of the Medicine Immortal Association has fallen victim to this trick."

Jingming thought of another problem: the last words the other party left behind indicated that they would not let him go.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 45 Come quickly, surround and kill Zuo Ruotong! (Please read on and vote!!)

The next morning, all traces of vandalism, bloodstains, and corpses on the street outside Jishetang had disappeared.

"Entering a state of tranquility and observing one's mind can transform this state into a spiritual practice."

Jingming opened his eyes and sat up in bed.

That evening, the father and son stayed at Jishetang.

Duanmu Jun, the person in charge of Jishetang, readily agreed to the matter.

"Dad, you're up too?"

Upon opening the door, Jingming saw his father emerge from the room next door, looking utterly dejected.

"Ah."

Upon hearing Jingming's greeting, Zhao's father was taken aback for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face.

"As long as you're okay."

"Haha, what could possibly happen to me?"

Upon hearing Zhao's father's words, Jingming's face broke into a grin.

"Father, are you going to the Grand Commander's Mansion today?"

Like a child, Jingming skipped and hopped to Zhao's father's side, tilting his head back and asking softly.

He needed to confirm whether the president of the Medicine Immortal Association had been contaminated with corpse poison.

"What? Do you want to go there?"

Father Zhao lowered his head and looked at Jingming, asking a question.

"Hmm, didn't the Grand Commander say I could come to his residence for a visit?"

"He said there were a few girls around my age too."

Jingming nodded slightly and said.

In the current situation, he and Wu Wei are on the same side.

Therefore, he needed to know Wu Wei's general situation.

"Since you want to go, then let's go to the Grand Commander's Mansion again today."

Looking at his son, whom he had killed like a god or demon yesterday, Zhao's father nodded slightly.

He didn't know what to say, or what he wanted to say.