Time passed, the sun and moon alternated.
Aside from teaching his three apprentices at the start of each month,
Chen Mu spent most of his time obediently staying in the Wooden Tower, taking medicine and cultivating.
When he occasionally took a break, he would refine two or three batches of Fasting Pills, then take a portion from the pills he had diverted earlier. Once he gathered around six thousand, he could submit them to the Affairs Office.
Alchemist Qi Hui only refined about that much each month.
Without the Aperture Condensing Secret Technique, that great devourer of Dao Merit, Chen Mu's enthusiasm for earning Dao Merit swiftly declined. Turning in "one batch" of Fasting Pills each month was enough.
His life was regular and fulfilling, and two and a half months passed in a flash.
Inside the underground chamber.
Chen Mu took off his shirt and drew a deep breath.
Five Ghosts Possession!
Buzz!
Rolling Black Smoke surged into his body.
It was as though pythons were writhing beneath his skin, rapidly swelling and twisting together. In an instant, he became a muscular giant, three heads taller than a heavy truck from his previous life.
His entire body was indigo blue, with faint Silver Veins appearing and disappearing across it.
Even his hair drifted without wind, as though floating underwater.
At the same time, waves upon waves of murderous, devouring desire assaulted his mind. His eyes gradually became bloodshot, turning completely scarlet.
Yet Chen Mu's heart was exceptionally calm.
As he cultivated the Aperture Condensing Secret Technique, both his body and mind had strengthened.
The maddening whispers of the Five Ghosts now seemed to be cut off by some kind of power. Before reaching his limit, they could no longer easily shake his mind.
Chen Mu silently counted in his