Chapter 1305: Chapter 491: Human Pill Properties (2)
"I, Mr. Yan, dare not claim a position of great prestige within the family, but compared to that rotten centipede, Young Master Lin Ming, I am far superior. If I die at Zhou Xuan’s hands, I dare not say the entire Mingjiang Prefecture, but at the very least, the entire East Market Street would be buried with me."
"The identity within my clan is my protective talisman."
"Hmph..." The human skin sneered once more.
Mr. Yan no longer spoke, facing the dawn wind, his clothes fluttering, heading towards Mingjiang Prefecture.
...
"So delicious... Haven’t felt this indulgent in a long time."
"I really can’t eat anymore, Big Child, are you full yet?"
"Ger..." Big Child burped contentedly towards Third Child.
Within the Secret Realm, host and guest were equally satisfied,
Zhou Xuan entered the City God Temple, those corpses had already been completely consumed, not to mention bones and flesh, there wasn’t even a scrap of residue from gnawed bones on the temple’s green brick floor.
"Things were cleaned up real nice."
With his hands behind his back, Zhou Xuan said to the eyes on the Blood Well walls, "Today’s meal was tough enough, right?"
The eyes on the wall blinked leisurely, like noblemen full and satisfied in a restaurant, stretching lazily, picking their teeth with toothpicks: "Today’s meal was decent, somewhat intriguing."
Seeing their reaction, Zhou Xuan felt genuine joy, akin to the satisfaction of a caretaker feeding contented little pigs.
"Everyone is happy, so I have two questions to ask. Well, how many sacrifices have I stored with you?"
Instantly, a snowfall descended within the City God Temple, sketching three characters upon the green bricks — Nine, Eleven.
"Nine sticks of incense, eleven!"
Zhou Xuan was quite satisfied with this Blood Well’s "sacrifice count."
Buddha Country Five Forms, Tun Jia Taishang, a total of eleven people, yet some didn’t reach nine sticks of incense, the Blood Well included those Tun Jia disciples, those "small fry," totaling eleven instances of nine sticks of incense, fairly justified.
"That’s not right, among those Tun Jia disciples, some have more incense than me, and they are ’small fry,’ doesn’t that make me less than small fry..."
Zhou Xuan thought of this, scratching his head awkwardly, while the eyes, linked to the Secret Realm, naturally knew his thoughts, each filled with a hint of a smile.
"Stop laughing so soon."
Zhou Xuan said, "Well, I have something to ask you. Before tonight, I divined with you, spending the cost of three sticks of incense, you answered three questions for me."
These three questions were "How to craft elixirs that satisfy the Heavenly Dome," "How to raise Dual Souls," "How to save Hua Zi."
Two of these questions were already resolved, leaving only the last question "How to raise Dual Souls," which Zhou Xuan hadn’t gained an answer to.
Although the Source Power Pill had an extremely aggressive and domineering effect, it only worked on "Heaven and Earth," unable to nourish his Dual Souls.
Snow fell again from above, but this time, did not form characters, instead formed an arrow pointing to the location of the Black Water Stone Temple.
"Alright, I got it."
Zhou Xuan immediately understood, the method to nourish Dual Souls was also concealed within Danzi.
"This Danzi, really is shrouded in mystery. He said he could help me rediscover Jing Country and nourish my Dual Souls. As a Dan Demon type, what abilities does he truly possess?"
Zhou Xuan wanted to seek Blood Well Divination.
Eleven instances of nine sticks of incense sacrifices stored in the Blood Well, truly plentiful ammunition, he had always been frugal earlier, but now... he’d never fought a battle with such resources.
"Well..."
Zhou Xuan was about to inquire, yet found the eyes on the wall had grown weary, squinting drowsily, nearly yawning with their upper and lower eyelids.
"Not even two days have passed since the last divination, it’s not yet time."
A divination can only be performed once a week.
The cooldown period wasn’t over, even with sacrifices aplenty, they were of no use.
"Sigh, what use is all this amassed ammunition?"
Zhou Xuan sighed long and deeply before leaving the Secret Realm.
He decided to return to the real space to take a look—Danzi used a piece of flesh and blood allowing Zhou Xuan to enter a state of consuming Human Pill, causing Zhou Xuan to perceive a distortion in Jing Country’s timeline.
"There may be more anomalies besides merely the time distortion."
...
Zhou Xuan opened his eyes, waking up, and looked around his familiar bedroom,
He glanced around his surroundings; the view he saw in his room was no different from before he consumed the "Human Pill."
Bookshelves, nightstands, writing desks, every fixture was exactly as before, even the books on the shelf remained untouched.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock."
The clock in the room ticked softly.
Zhou Xuan quickly looked back at the clock—still ticking, the second hand circled repeatedly, with no time lapse.
"Time is normal again, no longer distorted, perhaps my medicine’s effect has worn off?"
Zhou Xuan murmured, suddenly realizing a change in time.
"No, time isn’t distorted, but... time has slowed down."
With perception surpassing God-level, Zhou Xuan’s senses were extraordinarily sharp although he released no perception.
He clearly sensed—the clock’s swing frequency was slower than usual, not significantly slower, but still slower.
This indicated a change in time’s flow rate.
Zhou Xuan put the pieces together, immediately dressed in his Daoist robe and exited the bedroom door.
The entire Jingyi Shop was eerily silent.
He listened by the doors of the other two bedrooms on the second floor, inside, there wasn’t even the sound of breathing.
Next, Zhou Xuan went downstairs to the shop’s main hall.
