I Can Devour Spirits

Chapter 312 - 280: A Cold Moonlit Night of Silent Killing (Part 2)

Duan Rong took stock of his tactics. Even if he faced Jie Daohan of the True Qi Realm, he wouldn’t be without a chance of victory if he managed well. At the very least, he still had the First Grade Red poison left behind by Shen Ping!

Moreover, Duan Rong had an advantage: he had long since discovered Jie Daohan was tracking him, while Jie Daohan still believed he was the one hidden in the shadows, always a step ahead.

If he exploited this point well, he could turn the tables!

Duan Rong moved a Grandmaster’s Chair over and sat at the entrance of the main hall, watching the courtyard outside through the gap in the door!

If he released his Divine Sense, he could naturally perceive everything in the area it enveloped. But long-term, wide-range use of Divine Sense is very draining on the Divine Soul.

And tonight, he might face a fierce battle. His Divine Soul has other uses, and he must not waste it all on surveillance. Duan Rong sat there, picked up the porcelain water jug at his feet, which he had just taken from inside, and there was still half a jug of cold water in it.

Duan Rong held the porcelain jug on his lap, carefully opened the lid, then flipped one hand, making a small red porcelain bottle appear in his hand.

Inside that porcelain bottle was the First Grade Red poison!

The poison Shen Ping spent his lifetime developing has a certain effect even on True Qi Realm masters.

Duan Rong briefly diverted his gaze from outside the courtyard, lowered his head, opened the porcelain bottle, and poured a bit of the red medicinal powder into the jug.

The red medicinal powder is odorless and dissolves instantly in water.

Duan Rong corked the bottle, tucked it back into his sleeve, looked through the door gap again at the courtyard outside, and saw not far from the courtyard, the huge, lush hornbeam tree, its giant black treetop still remained motionless.

Then, Duan Rong drew his Cow Tail Saber, holding the saber in one hand and the jug in the other. He slightly raised the jug, and a thin, red stream of water flowed from the jug’s spout, pouring onto the blade that glimmered in the dark!

Duan Rong was thus coating his Cow Tail Saber with poison!

This was his first time envenoming his weapons!

Jie Daohan is truly the most formidable opponent Duan Rong has encountered since his soul transmigration; he can’t afford any holds barred!

The liquid on Duan Rong’s Cow Tail Saber tilted slightly, the faint red liquid, like blood, slowly flowed from the blade’s handle to the tip, dripping to the ground.

After finishing one side, he flipped his wrist and continued to pour on the other side.

He coated both sides of the Cow Tail Saber’s blade in poison, stopped only when the jug was empty, and leaned the saber against the doorway to dry.

Duan Rong looked through the door gap toward the outer courtyard!

On this chilly spring night, not a wisp of wind stirred eerily, the pliant spring willow branches hung there, swaying ever so slightly...

A cold crescent moon had risen from the west, casting its dim light across segments of rooftops...

Duan Rong’s gaze unblinkingly fixed on the dark treetop outside the courtyard, knowing that Jie Daohan hidden in the treetop equally kept an eye on this side.

Thus the two silently confronted each other in the darkness...

A crescent moon had ascended beyond the rooftops, rising above the treetops...

From the street came the faint sound of the Night Watchman’s gong, the counts indicating it was already deep into the midnight hour.

Just as the Night Watchman’s gong faded, the huge treetop suddenly quivered, and Duan Rong’s heart startled. He saw Jie Daohan’s figure leap from the treetop, like a large bird, landing quickly in the courtyard with a tap of the toe on the wall.

At that moment, Duan Rong hesitated not a moment, opening the door with a creak!

As Jie Daohan landed in the courtyard, he heard the main hall door creak open and immediately flashed his figure into hiding in the shadow beside the kitchen, cautiously peeking out with his gaze focused this way.

In the courtyard now was a pitch-black darkness, with only a crescent moon casting its dim reflection.

The main hall door had opened, and two breaths later, a silhouette slowly emerged from the shadows inside.

Jie Daohan, using the dim moonlight, watched Duan Rong emerge from the main hall, standing at the entrance.

Duan Rong stood there, vigilantly scanning the surroundings until seeing the tranquil wilderness, suddenly flicked his figure and darted up the wall.

Jie Daohan saw Duan Rong’s figure disappear atop the wall, and his gaze tightened before silently pursuing him.

Duan Rong ventured out late at night with such caution, likely meeting someone, or perhaps uncovering some other secret by tracking him.

Duan Rong dashed out from the Yuan Shun Escort Agency, using Lightweight Skill to dart through the crisscrossing alleys, moving as fast as a ghost!

Jie Daohan followed closely, secretly amazed at Duan Rong’s adept Lightweight Skill.

Duan Rong, a youth from a poor background, completed a stunning reversal within a year to become a Sect Named Disciple. Besides innate talent, perhaps there are other secrets involved.

Thinking this, Jie Daohan fixed his sight firmly on Duan Rong’s flickering figure ahead, fearing he might accidentally lose track in the dark night...

Duan Rong’s swift silhouette abruptly darted out of the alley ahead.

Jie Daohan, his silhouette elongated, landed at the alley entrance like a swallow skimming water, hiding sideways in the shadows, peering out.

Outside the alley, lay the Wild Lake behind the City God Temple.

That night, no breeze stirred eerily, the lake was glassy still, with the crescent moon reflected on its surface. The lakeshore tree shadows and reeds remained silent, absent of any offbeat sound.