Low-Grade Essence Blood Pill, refined from a hound demon's essence blood. Taking it could strengthen one's qi and blood and nourish the physical body.
Low-Grade Essence Pill, capable of gently nourishing the meridians and improving one's cultivation.
After Fang Mu slew the hound demon in the four-star dungeon of the Mortal Prison in the Demon Slayer Division, he obtained two pills.
Fang Mu swallowed the Essence Blood Pill directly. He did not need to refine it; the Essence Blood Pill melted on its own, strengthening his qi and blood and nourishing his physical body.
He had already been accepting Demon Slayer missions continuously for half a month at the Demon Slayer Division's Mission Hall.
Although he had only slain minor demons, the pills he refined were all Low-Grade Essence Blood Pills and Essence Pills.
But no matter how trashy the pills were, their sheer quantity made up for it. At the very least, they were better than the pills distributed by the Demon Slayer Division each month.
His clone's cultivation had already reached the fifth stage of the Martial Realm, but Fang Mu himself had no idea how powerful his main body's physical strength was.
However, when fighting his clone, he could already defeat it.
The farther one advanced in cultivation, the harder it became to improve, and a large number of pills were needed as assistance.
Now, Low-Grade pills no longer had much effect on either him or his clone.
Fang Mu needed to slay stronger demons, but his frantic acceptance of missions over the past half month had already caused quite a commotion.
If he accepted demons from the five-star dungeon or higher, people would definitely become suspicious. By then, he would surely invite a great deal of trouble.
Troubled, Fang Mu carried the metal case toward the Demon Slayer Division's Mission Hall.
"Ouch!"
Fang Mu was walking with his head lowered, lost in thought. When he reached the corner outside the Mission Hall, he suddenly collided with someone.
His physical body was extremely powerful. The impact only forced him back several steps, while the other person stumbled and fell.
"Bastard! Which blind son of a turtle doesn't know how to walk?"
An angry voice rang out. Fang Mu looked up and saw that, as fate would have it, it was Tu Qing.
"Take off your bamboo hat. I want to see who this blind son of a turtle is."
Hearing Tu Qing's furious order, Fang Mu calmly removed his black bamboo hat.
With Tu Qing's temperament and his needle-eye-sized mind, he definitely would not let the matter go. That was why Fang Mu had voluntarily taken off his hat.
"Hmm! Fang Mu? You good-for-nothing bastard, are you blind, rushing off to be reborn?"
Tu Qing was somewhat surprised to see Fang Mu and cursed at him.
He had been rather busy lately and had not had time to cause trouble for Fang Mu, nearly forgetting about him.
Looking at the metal case in Fang Mu's hand, Tu Qing seemed to realize something. A sinister smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Looks like you've been quite free lately. Wen Xuan had no time to catch demons, so he let you enjoy your leisure and come to the Mission Hall to take missions."
Hearing Tu Qing's words, Fang Mu's eyes flickered.
"With Lord Wen Xuan looking after me, I haven't been assigned any missions lately. What does it have to do with you if I come to the Mission Hall to accept missions?"
"Oh? We haven't seen each other for a few days, and you've grown bold? You're even speaking so arrogantly now?"
Tu Qing stared at Fang Mu's gloomy face and sneered sarcastically.
"Lord Tu, this fellow is simply too free. Doesn't he like slaying demons? Don't you still lack an exclusive Demon Slayer Envoy?"
A rat-faced man following behind Tu Qing suddenly offered a malicious suggestion.
Hearing the rat-faced man's words, Tu Qing's eyes suddenly lit up. He gave the man an approving look.
Tu Qing looked at Fang Mu and ordered, "As a Black-Robed Demon Slaying Envoy, I order you to become my exclusive Demon Slayer Envoy."
"I am Lord Wen Xuan's exclusive Demon Slayer Envoy!"
Fang Mu was agitated and furious, wanting to refuse Tu Qing.
"Hmph! This isn't a discussion. So what if you're Wen Xuan's exclusive Demon Slayer Envoy? We can share you."
"This is the six-star Mortal Prison demon I captured. You can go ahead and slay it."
"Don't say I'm treating you unfairly. The valuable things on that demon can be your payment."
"Hahaha!"
"You!"
Watching Tu Qing drop the demon-catching sack and leave with a hearty laugh, Fang Mu's face was filled with rage and pent-up frustration.
Looking at Tu Qing's disappearing figure, Fang Mu was almost laughing his head off inside. Someone had actually sent him a pillow just when he was sleepy.
He had been worrying about how to slay some high-level demons, and now someone had delivered one right to his door.
Putting his bamboo hat back on, Fang Mu went to the Mission Hall to turn in his mission and exchanged his merit for the rank of Demon Slayer Envoy.
Although this was not a true official rank, it came with certain benefits.
He would not only receive a silver coin as a monthly allowance, but also receive more rice, grain, and meat each month than an ordinary Demon Slayer Envoy.
Most importantly, he could receive one Nourishing Yuan Pill each month. Even an ant's leg was meat, so naturally he could not waste it.
After hurriedly leaving the Mission Hall, Fang Mu carried the demon-catching sack and entered the Mortal Prison dungeon with a face full of gloom and frustration.
Outside a corner of the Demon Slayer Division, Tu Qing had been secretly watching Fang Mu. He could not help revealing a smile.
Before long, he saw Fang Mu emerge from the Mortal Prison dungeon covered in blood, his clothes somewhat tattered and his appearance bedraggled.
"Oh? Isn't this Fang Mu? How did you end up in such a sorry state?"
With a face full of delight, Tu Qing stepped out from the corner and blocked Fang Mu, teasing him.
Fang Mu moved to one side, unwilling to speak with Tu Qing, but his lackey Sun Hou blocked his path.
"You don't have much ability, but you've got quite a temper! Lord Tu Qing is speaking to you. Are you deaf?"
Fang Mu looked up at Sun Hou, who was spouting nonsense, and then at the dim blood qi surrounding him.
Fang Mu believed that if he punched him, he could definitely blast his head apart.
However, Fang Mu ignored Sun Hou and instead looked toward Tu Qing. "My mission is complete. I'm going back to rest now."
With that, Fang Mu turned and left.
"Who said your mission was complete?"
Tu Qing flashed in front of Fang Mu, took out several demon-catching sacks, and tossed them to him. "You'll have to trouble yourself to go slay these demons as well."
"You!"
Fang Mu's face was filled with fury, his eyes blazing as he glared at Tu Qing.
But in the end, he still picked up the demon-catching sacks from the ground and turned toward the Mortal Prison dungeon.
"Hahaha!"
Hearing Tu Qing's hearty laughter behind him, Fang Mu's face gained a trace of a smile after he entered the dungeon.
"Go ahead and laugh. One day, you'll regret it."
That vile dog Tu Qing was truly ruthless this time, tossing him four demon-catching sacks all at once.
Demon-catching sacks were also divided by star level. The higher the star level, the better their quality—and the more expensive and rare they were.
Fang Mu looked at the four demon-catching sacks and found that two were four-star and two were five-star. None of them were low-grade.
But demons below five-star in the Mortal Prison could no longer cause him any harm.
After testing repeatedly, he found that even if he released the demons, those below five-star still could not break through his powerful physical defenses.
After easily slaying the two four-star minor demons, Fang Mu boarded the lift and descended toward the five-star area.
The materials used in the dungeon of each star-level area differed.
In general, the farther down one went, the stronger the defensive properties of the walls, the higher the construction cost, and the rarer the materials.
Therefore, strict rules had to be followed when storing demons. They could not be mixed together and placed randomly.
Upon entering an empty five-star dungeon, Fang Mu sighed with emotion. Fortunately, this dungeon had nothing resembling surveillance.
Otherwise, if he used the Demon Refining Mirror to refine the demon, he really might be discovered.
According to his memories, it seemed that the Demon Slaying Tokens held by every Demon Slayer Envoy, as well as the nameplates stored in the Demon Slaying Hall, each contained a trace of their owner's soul power.
As long as a Demon Slayer Envoy died, was slain by a demon, or even had his body taken over,
the Demon Slaying Token and the Demon Slaying Hall's nameplate would shatter. This also served as an early warning.
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