River God Sacrifice, Ghost Furnace Human Pill

"Young man, how should I repay you?"

The man in black robes had a sinister look in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour Qin Ming alive.

If it weren't for Qin Ming, how could his Ghost Artifact have fallen into the hands of the Silver Dragon?

Qin Ming's body was numb on one side, and he was seriously injured. His only trump card was the three strands of pure yang energy in his Dantian.

"Master, this person has a powerful physical body and abundant Qi and Blood, and is almost at the Three Flowers Gather at the Crown level, comparable to the Blood Refining Realm. It would be a pity to kill him like this. It would be better to refine him into Human Pill."

The white-clad female ghost spoke.

"Human Pill? That's a great idea!"

The man in black robes burst into laughter upon hearing this.

The so-called "Human Pill" involves placing Martial Artist with strong Qi and Blood in a specially made furnace, along with various precious Yin Medicine, and using Yin Qi energy to refine and condense their Qi and Blood into a single pill.

The black-robed man possessed a human form because he had been consuming Human Pills for many years. Recently, he had been busy with matters concerning Ghost Artifacts, which delayed his consumption of Human Pills, causing his physical body to rot and become infested with maggots.

"Fine, you can handle this kid. Refine him into Human Pill and then bring him to me."

After binding Qin Ming tightly with the Yin Lock, the man in black threw him to the two female ghosts in red and white to deal with, and then transformed into a black whirlwind and headed towards the Ten Thousand Great Mountains outside the Desolate City.

In this battle, he not only came up empty-handed and lost the Ghost Artifact, but also suffered serious internal injuries that required healing.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

After the man in black robes left, the Ghost Fog dissipated, and the Ghost Entity vanished without a trace, allowing the survivors in the city to see the light of day again.

Looking at the collapsed houses and the huge cracks in the ground, everyone was horrified, unable to imagine the terrifying battle that had taken place three days ago.

A dilapidated temple outside the city.

Three days had passed and Qin Ming still hadn't appeared, Xiong San gritted his teeth and led the group to the Desolate City.

"Martial Uncle, are we not going to wait for Junior Brother?"

"We can't wait any longer, let's go to the Desolate City and wait for him."

Xiong San hummed, but in his heart he knew that Qin Ming's failure to return for three days meant that things were likely going badly for him.

Ye Wei and the others remained silent. They understood the principle, but they couldn't accept it for the time being.

"Junior Brother is blessed with good fortune; he'll definitely be alright."

Li Shengnan took a deep breath and silently wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye.

"It'll be fine once we get to the Desolate City County Yamen," Xiong San said, as he knew people Desolate City County Yamen.

In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.

Xiong San led his group as fast as they could, and finally saw the Desolate City in the distance.

The Desolate City is much larger than Qingyang City, and it is home to many experts at the Bone Refining Realm and even the Blood Refining Realm. There are even occasional rumors of experts at the Bright Strength.

The Desolate City County Yamen also has Demon-Hunting Team, which is dedicated to dealing with supernatural Ghost Monster matters in the vicinity of the Desolate City.

Furthermore, it is said that Lu Ming, the captain of the Demon-Hunting Team, possessed the power of lightning, and wherever he went, Ghost Monsters would flee in terror.

But at this moment, Lu Ming respectfully offered tea to the person in front of him, "Lord Li, please try this; it's the earliest batch of Spirit Tea this year."

Sitting in front of Lu Ming was none other than Li Qingfeng from Wangjing Prefecture!

The Spirit Tea he was holding cost over a thousand taels of silver per ounce.

Li Qingfeng took a sip, his eyes lit up slightly, and then he drank the tea in one gulp.

Seeing this, Lu Ming immediately took out the Spirit Tea he had prepared beforehand from behind him.

"Since you like it, sir, I have another two ounces here."

Two ounces of Spirit Tea is equivalent to more than two thousand ounces of silver.

Li Qingfeng accepted the tea leaves without hesitation.

"Alright, let's get down to business. The time for this year's River God sacrifice is approaching. You need to find ten pairs of Pure Boys and Girls as soon as possible so I can report back to my superiors."

After accepting the Spirit Tea, Li Qingfeng's expression improved slightly.

He came to the Desolate City specifically for the River God Sacrifice.

It is said to be River God, but it is actually a monster in the river. Because it is quite powerful and difficult to completely eliminate in the river, Wangjing Prefecture signed a private agreement with the monster. Every year, ten pairs of Pure Boys and Girls, a total of twenty people, are sent to the River God for food. In return, the River God promised not to cause any more trouble and to ensure that the Desolate City has good weather and abundant harvests.

However, the River God did not guarantee that it would not harm the people passing by. Occasionally, when it got hungry, it would still hunt down passersby, and the imperial court turned a blind eye to this.

In any case, the lives of ordinary people are like ants to them; if they die, they die. As long as it doesn't affect the grain production in the Desolate City or the government's tax collection, nothing else matters.

"Please rest assured, sir, I have already instructed the gangs in the city to find suitable candidates."

Lu Ming quickly replied.

It's not appropriate for the imperial court to get involved in this kind of thing; leaving it to local gangs is undoubtedly the best course of action.

The selection of ten pairs of Pure Boys and Girls may seem simple, but the requirements are actually quite strict. Not only must they be at least seven years old, but they must also be naturally clever and charming, with no exceptions.

Once a suitable candidate is finally found, it is necessary to find out the power behind them. Some powerful families are not to be trifled with, while wealthy families are willing to spend a lot of money to bail out their children.

This also meant that during the annual River God Sacrifice, those who handled the affairs below could make a large sum of money off the process.

Lu Ming, representing the imperial court in handling sacrificial rites, also pocketed a considerable amount of money.

"Grown ups."

Just then, a yamen runner walked in from outside.

"What's up."

"Someone has arrived outside. They say they are the Chief Constable of Qingyang County Yamen have come to seek refuge with us."

"Oh?"

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow slightly.

He wielded considerable power in the Desolate City County Yamen, not only commanding the Demon-Hunting Team but also overseeing the yamen runners.

Qingyang County!

Li Qingfeng snorted coldly.

Lu Ming's body trembled slightly. He had heard a couple of days ago that Li Qingfeng had suffered a great loss in Qingyang County, and that Wangjing Prefecture had even lost two Demon Hunters. If it weren't for Silver Dragon's timely intervention, Li Qingfeng would have died there as well. Now it seemed that the rumors were true.

Thinking about the great success Silver Dragon had achieved in Qingyang County, Li Qingfeng felt very unhappy.

After bringing the Ghost Artifact back, Silver Dragon not only saved people and made a great contribution by handing over the Ghost Artifact, but also gained even more merit by doing so. In addition, with the Recommendation Token and the Sha Weapon Butcher's Knife, Silver Dragon's strength increased rapidly, and he has become a candidate for the Gold Demon Hunter. It won't be long before he becomes the next Gold Demon Hunter.

The thought that he was still only Bronze Demon Hunter made Li Qingfeng unhappy, especially after the Silver Dragon broke its promise and took the token for itself.

But seeing that Silver Dragon was at the height of its power and unparalleled in its glory, Li Qingfeng had no choice but to swallow his pride and bear the consequences.

"Alright, go take care of your own business. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

"Yes, sir. Please get some rest."

Lu Ming slipped out and closed the door behind him.

"You have to ask me about such a small matter? Just send him away. This is County Yamen, not a refugee camp. Don't let just anyone in." Turning around, Lu Ming looked impatient and walked out.

As he passed by the door, his gaze swept across the area and he happened to see Xiong San and his group. His eyes were instantly fixed on one of them, and he couldn't look away.

That's Wang Shun's daughter, Wang Xiaoxi.

Wang Xiaoxi just turned seven years old this year. She is lively and clever, with a cute and playful appearance. Her big eyes darted around as she looked at her surroundings. Just then, she accidentally noticed Lu Ming's gaze and was startled.

"Mother, I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mother is here."

Wu Shi held Wang Xiaoxi in her arms.

"You, come here!"

Lu Ming stopped the constable from earlier. "Let them stay here first, and tell them I'll arrange a job for him tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

The constable was completely bewildered, not understanding why Lu Ming had suddenly changed his mind, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions and immediately relayed the message.

"That must be Lord Lu Ming."

Xiong San clasped his hands slightly. He had noticed Lu Ming early on. Lu Ming's gaze was originally indifferent, but it brightened up when he saw Wang Xiaoxi.

"Was it because of Xiaoxi that we were allowed to stay?"

Xiong San was puzzled. For some reason, he had a bad feeling. Perhaps they shouldn't have come here.

Wang Xiaoxi hugged Wu Shi tightly, her big eyes secretly glancing in Lu Ming's direction.

She was unaware that Lu Ming had already chosen one of the ten pairs of Pure Boys and Girls to be sacrificed to the River God.

What awaits her is becoming food for the River God.

A dark and chilly canyon.

This place is perpetually dark and damp, shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, where sunlight never shines.

This place is located deep in the mountains, tens of thousands of miles outside the Desolate City, and is rarely visited by humans.

Inside the cave, a strangely shaped alchemical furnace stands quietly.

The alchemy furnace has three legs and is several feet tall. It is completely black, with black patterns all over the bottom, resembling some kind of special script. In the middle are patterns of Ghost Monster and monsters, some with green faces and fangs, some with red hair and Demon, some with silver hair and blood-red eyes, and some with beautiful female demons. There are hundreds or even thousands of different patterns.

Surrounding the alchemy furnace was a ring of fist-sized white skulls. The furnace lid was tightly closed, and thick white mist overflowed from the holes in the skulls, slowly rising into the air and lingering until it drifted out of the canyon.

Beneath the alchemy furnace, blue-green ghost flames burned. The Red-Clad Female Ghost and the white-clad female ghost used human bones as fuel and vengeful spirits as a catalyst, constantly adding more human bones and vengeful spirits. The ghost flames grew stronger and stronger, scorching the alchemy furnace wildly.

Inside the alchemy furnace, Qin Ming was tightly bound by the Yin Rope and unable to move.

His face was deathly pale, his entire body was covered in snow-white frost, and even his eyelids were frozen shut, making it impossible for him to open them.

Yang fire burns in the alchemy furnace with intense heat, but right now, this is yin fire, ghost fire! It's burning with extremely yin fire, bringing with it extreme cold!

If Qin Ming hadn't had three strands of yang energy protecting him, his Qi and Blood would have been refined long ago, and his skin, flesh, bones, and blood would have turned into blood and water, eventually being refined into a Human Pill.

"Wan'er, continue adding more Yin Grass."

The white-clad female ghost stared intently at the fire before calmly speaking.

Upon hearing this, the Red-Clad Female Ghost lifted the lid, grabbed a handful of Yin Grass, and threw them into the alchemy furnace.

They were refining Human Pill, and had been doing so for several days. They kept adding Yin Grass Yin Medicines in their efforts to refine Qin Ming, but no matter how hard they tried, Qin Ming was still just one breath away from being refined.

"Is it ready yet?"

The man in black robes appeared silently.

"Master, this kid is unusually difficult to train; it's been several days already."

"It's so difficult to refine, it's really difficult to refine. This means his Qi and Blood strength is even greater than I imagined."

The man in black robes was not surprised but rather pleased.

The more difficult it is to refine, the stronger the Qi and Blood, and the greater the medicinal effect after refining into Human Pill.

"Take all of these. I'll give you three more days. I'll come back in three days."

The man in black robes flicked his sleeve, and immediately more than a dozen Yin Grass Yin Medicines appeared on the ground.

These Yin Medicines are like Old Ginseng He Shou Wu in the eyes of Martial Artists. They are a great tonic for these Ghost Entity, but a deadly poison for Martial Artists. The powerful Yin Qi in these Yin Medicines will wear down the Martial Artist's Qi and Blood.

These dozen or so Yin Medicine were the last of the black-robed man's possessions.

A flicker of pain crossed the black-robed man's eyes.

Due to their growing environment, Yin Medicine are harder to find than Yang herbs, and he had to expend a great deal of effort to obtain these Yin Medicine in the first place.

After giving his instructions, the man in black robes transformed into a whirlwind and flew away.

Its injuries haven't healed yet and it needs further treatment.

"That's wonderful, sister! With these Yin Medicine, we can definitely refine that kid into a pill."

The Red-Clad Female Ghost chuckled and picked up two Yin Medicine, throwing them into the alchemy furnace.

Under the refinement of the Yin Fire, the Yin Medicine quickly turned into a ball of dark green liquid, dripping onto Qin Ming's body and seeping into his body through his pores.

These medicinal liquids contained icy, bone-chilling yin Yin Qi. As soon as they entered his body, Qin Ming couldn't help but shiver. He opened his eyelids with difficulty, but there was no panic in his eyes. Instead, there was a chilling calm.

"Soon."

Qin Ming's gaze fell on the illusory panel in front of him.

[Free Attribute Points: 19988]

"Add one Free Attribute Points..."

"Add one Free Attribute Points..."

Every half hour, your Free Attribute Points will increase by one.

[Eighth-Rank Pure Yang Art (Second Stage): (1/20000) Greater Mastery]

While in Qingyang City, Qin Ming absorbed a portion of the Yin Qi from the Ghost Artifact, raising his Pure Yang Art to the Greater Mastery Perfection level. Later, while wielding the Ghost Artifact, he took the opportunity to absorb a massive amount of Yin Qi, pushing his Free Attribute Points to nearly 20,000.

Right now, he is inside the Alchemy Ghost Furnace Ghost Furnace, which is also Ghost Artifact. However, Qin Ming's hands and feet are currently bound, so he cannot absorb Yin Qi quickly. He can only absorb it little by little, increasing it a little every half hour.

Once his Free Attribute Points reach 20,000, he will be able to upgrade the second stage of the Pure Yang Art to its Perfection Realm!

The Pure Yang Art is derived from the Iron Crotch Art. It is extremely powerful and yang, and this is his only way to escape from death!

Time passed slowly, and six hours quickly went by.

During these six hours, more than a dozen Yin Medicine were successively thrown into the Ghost Furnace for refining. A massive amount of Yin Qi entered Qin Ming's body, and Qin Ming's originally vigorous Qi and Blood, which were like a furnace, were completely suppressed. His vitality was extremely weak, and even his pulse had stopped beating. If it weren't for the slight beating of his heart, Qin Ming would be no different from a dead man.

Within the Dantian, the three strands of Pure Yang Power were suppressed in a corner by a large amount of yin and cold energy, and were also extremely weak, like rootless duckweed, swaying everywhere, as if they would be extinguished with the slightest breath.

Just as Qin Ming's last chance of survival was about to be extinguished, the Free Attribute Points on the panel finally reached 20,000.

"Pure Yang Art, max it out!"

Qin Ming's consciousness, which was about to fall into slumber, suddenly let out a roar.