Harvest from Feeling Out Corpses and Examining Bones, a Chance Encounter on the Night Road Home

Fang Shu carried a skeleton and wandered around the mountains and forests for quite some time before finally finding another cave. He then took the skeleton and crawled inside.

And these remains were none other than those of a First Tribulation Immortal cultivator.

As Immortal cultivator have entered the Dao, Fang Shu and the others are treasures from head to toe.

Last time in the Paper Workshop, he was wary of the Black Tiger Hall, so he didn't dare take Cheng the Jar's bones, only taking the other's Treasure Blood to feed the Long-Tongue Sword. But now that they're in the wild, no one can see it, so there aren't so many rules and regulations.

As long as he handles the matter properly and doesn't bring the items back to town, even if Black Tiger Hall possesses methods more formidable than Tagalong Insect, they won't be able to tell that it was Fang Shu Fang Shu was behind it.

Hidden inside the cave, Fang Shu held the skeleton in his hand and began tapping on its bones.

But a hint of disappointment appeared on his face.

While the skeleton was still quite hard, it was clearly not as hard as Cheng the Jar's.

"It seems that Cheng the Jar's strong bones are inextricably linked to Purple Lead Mica Milk."

As he pondered, Fang Shu kept his gaze fixed on the other person's bones, his eyes slightly brightening.

The Immortal cultivator was sent out to do such dirty work was clearly of a lower status than the "Rat Lord" mentioned by others. He probably even relied on medicine to break through his tribulation, so he wouldn't be able to enjoy a large number of precious medicines.

Even in this situation, the person's skeletal structure is still quite impressive, which proves that the Black Tiger Hall's secret techniques or Law Technique are extremely advanced in terms of bone structure!

As expected.

Fang Shu carefully examined the skeleton and found that there was nothing unusual about the skin, muscles and other parts of the body. It was not like the Lead Method or Insect Method that could form Mystic Script on the body surface.

This further proves that the Black Tiger Hall's secret techniques are most likely cultivated on the skeletal structure.

After much deliberation, Fang Shu straightened up, took out a Corpse-Disintegrating Talisman from his sleeve, stimulated it with his Qi and Blood, and then quickly threw the Talisman onto the corpse.

Sizzle!

A plume of foul-smelling smoke rose from the corpse, causing Fang Shu to retreat several steps.

This was his first time doing this kind of "killing thieves and robbing goods" job, so he was quite inexperienced.

When purchasing the Talisman, he only knew that the Corpse-Disintegrating Talisman could dissolve all the facial features and flesh of a corpse, leaving only a skeleton; it was also known as the "Bone-Stripping Talisman."

It greatly facilitates the immortals in destroying Immortal cultivator and eliminating evidence, but he was unaware that the Talisman made quite a commotion when used, and that it smelled so foul.

Fortunately, after enduring it for a while, the Talisman's effects were quite remarkable.

The once burly and robust man had been reduced to a skeleton, which would have been completely stripped of flesh and blood after being washed with sand or water.

At the same time, the true nature of the opponent's entire skeletal structure was completely exposed to Fang Shu's eyes.

Its color is yellowish, thick and rough, with each Mystic Script appearing like a carving on each Root Bone, especially the opponent's spine.

Fang Shu watched in amazement, and the Dao Register in his mind stirred slightly, quickly absorbing all the Mystic Script into Dao Register.

Mystic Script are the essence of a particular Cultivation Method or Law Technique.

According to Dao Scripture, as long as one knows the Mystic Script of any Law Technique, even without knowing the specific steps of its Law Technique, one can deduce the entirety of the Law Technique.

This is precisely why the people from the Black Tiger Hall took away Cheng the Jar's remains.

Of course, it is too difficult to deduce the full picture of Law Technique. Even among the Nine Branches of Immortal Learning, only Immortal cultivator of the "Divination Arts Department" discipline generally have the mental and physical strength to do so.

Ordinary Immortal cultivator are already extremely rare and valuable if they can decipher the Mystic Script, understand their general meaning and uses, and repair any deficiencies in the methods.

"But I'm different." Fang Shu pondered, his eyes flickering.

He picked up the bones of the Black Tiger Hall disciple one by one, leaving no part of their body untouched.

After examining all the traces on the other person's bones, he found a total of sixteen new Mystic Script, which he recorded in his Dao Register.

Once these Mystic Script Dao Register, the register immediately begins to analyze and compare them with the Mystic Script that Dao Register Fang Shu has already mastered.

[The "Seventeen Mystic Script of the Black Tiger Hall" have been collected and are being analyzed and deduced... Completeness unknown... Effects of the method unknown, but it is suspected to be a bone-refining secret technique... Missing materials...]

The analysis and calculation are estimated to take 1,375 days. The person in charge of the divination can collect the bone fragments, dissect them, and examine them; this may expedite the process.

Seeing the words appear in the Dao Register in his mind, Fang Shu's expectant look faded slightly, and he sighed softly:

"One thousand three hundred and seventy-five days, which is almost four years... Oh well."

If he had waited four years, not to mention the second tribulation of marrow refining, he would have already passed the third tribulation of fat refining long ago.

Furthermore, although the Black Tiger Hall's secret techniques seem extraordinary, the Lead Method and Insect Method he cultivates are also quite remarkable. He already possesses two immortal techniques, one orthodox and one auxiliary.

According to the Lone Pavilion Master, if Fang Shu practices any more, it will likely be a waste of effort, or even counterproductive.

Fang Shu then turned his attention away from the so-called "bone material" and ignored the suggestion in the Dao Register to "dissect and examine it".

Rather than wasting these "resources" on accelerating the deduction process, it would be better to keep them and sell them when the right opportunity arises.

After making the decision, Fang Shu immediately stopped the deduction of the Dao Register in his mind, simply storing the seventeen Mystic Script in the Mystic Script, and then letting the Dao Register continue to wholeheartedly deduce the Gu technique.

Although the deduction attempt "failed" and he failed to obtain the Black Tiger Hall's Cultivation Method, Fang Shu was not unhappy at the moment and still had considerable expectations.

This expectation is not for those Mystic Script, but for the Dao Register.

"Although nearly four years is a long time, I was able to deduce the entirety of the Dharma simply by relying on the Mystic Script transmitted from the corpses, and the speed of deduction could also increase along with the number of Mystic Script I comprehended."

If outsiders were to find out about this, it would still be considered a shocking and unconventional act.

Fang Shu's eyes were expectant:

"If I don't try to fix the whole thing, but only the fragments, the speed at which the Dao Register talisman can be deduced and repaired will undoubtedly be faster and higher."

Today, he is compiling some Mystic Script found on the bodies of the Black Tiger Hall disciples, and he is also trying out the wonderful uses of the Dao Register.

As he expected, the Dao Register, in addition to analyzing the Mystic Script according to the methods, can also deduce the methods from the Mystic Script.

With this effect, Fang Shu's channels for obtaining Cultivation Method and secret arts will undoubtedly be much broader in the future.

He thought to himself, "Complete methods are rare and precious, but I've heard that there are quite a few incomplete or counterfeit methods in the Monster Market outside the town."

Perhaps what he will need to worry about in the future is not the variety or number of Cultivation Method and secret arts, but rather that his Dao Register energy is limited and he simply cannot deduce them all in a short time.

Therefore, if in the future one is to select fragments of the Dharma for deduction, Fang Shu must choose those extremely precious and powerful Law Technique, or those that are exactly to his liking, so as not to waste the precious time of the Dao Register.

Thinking of this, his thoughts suddenly drifted to the Long-Tongue Sword in his hand:

"Last time, when Dao Register killed Cheng the Jar, he grew as a result. This time, however, he did not."

I wonder if it will grow stronger the next time I obtain the blood of a second-stage immortal, or after I have passed the second tribulation.

Unfortunately, these things can't be verified in a short time.

Moreover, the Treasure Blood he obtained today was not even enough to properly nourish the Long-Tongue Sword in his hand, making it impossible to refine it into a Second Tribulation Tongue Sword, let alone transfer it to the Dao Register.

After careful consideration, Fang Shu immediately gathered his energy.

He then took out the painted Painted-Skin Mask made by Su Qingao and examined it carefully. He discovered that even through the firelight, he could see the Mystic Script on the skin, which was as thin as a cicada's wing.

Without much thought, he immediately used the Dao Register to add these Mystic Script to the Mystic Script.

Immediately afterward, Fang Shu thought of something and began searching again on the remains of the Black Tiger Hall disciple.

Even Su Qingao had crafted a magical Law Artifact called "Painted Skin." As a first-stage Immortal cultivator, the other party couldn't possibly have only practiced cultivation Law Technique without even cultivating a single spell.

Sure enough, Fang Shu noticed that the other person's left hand bones and metacarpal bones were very thick and strong among the pile of bones. Upon closer inspection, they vaguely resembled tiger bones rather than human bones.

He boldly moved it around and discovered that as he rubbed the other's metacarpal bones, each finger bone had sprouted a half-foot-long claw, which, when combined, covered an area of about a foot in size.

Moreover, those protruding claws also concealed Mystic Script, which had formed a network-like Mystic Script and could receive the infusion of Qi and Blood, making it clearly a magical Law Artifact with a first-level restriction.

Fang Shu gently flicked the hand bone, and a clanging sound of bronze and metal could be heard. If he were to slap a person, he could easily tear a living person to pieces.

As usual, Fang Shu recorded the hidden Mystic Script on the hand bone, but he did not take the hand bone itself.

He sorted through the goods, and wrapped them all in a satchel except for a pile of Talisman Coins and three Black Ticket. He then went out of the cave, found a secluded corner, buried them among the rocks, and affixed an Object-Hiding Talisman to them.

This talisman can isolate Spiritual Qi and odors to a certain extent, prevent wild animals from digging holes, and is also an essential talisman for homes when wild animals are out and about.

Its drawback is that its spiritual power is limited, and it is extremely susceptible to erosion from rain and other substances. If placed in the wild, it can only last for about half a month.

Fortunately, this was enough for Fang Shu. Once things calmed down, he could take all of these things away at his leisure.

Then, Fang Shu carefully soaked all the Talisman Coins and Black Ticket in the medicinal solution, and changed all his clothes, throwing the discarded items into the rushing river.

Feeling that he had done everything perfectly, he breathed a sigh of relief and considered backing out.

Fang Shu looked up and saw that the sky was already the Unseen, and it would be completely dark in just a short while.

"Let's go home!"

His heart tightened, and he immediately headed straight for the location of Guling Town.

Once night falls, the Demon Beast, demons, and even ghosts and spirits outside the town will come out to roam. Lacking experience, even though he is now Immortal cultivator, it would be best for him to obediently return to the town first.

Whoosh!

Fang Shu Avatar into a fox and roamed through the mountains and forests.

Along the way, he did not encounter any other searchers; clearly, they had all left in disappointment.

However, on a main road very close to Guling Town, he suddenly noticed movement ahead.

Being cautious, he immediately chose to lie prone in the forest, waiting for the other party to leave.

A voice came from the direction of the town; it sounded like a human, not a demon.

"Senior brother, it's late. Do we really have to come out? I heard that the large group of people we sent during the day all returned empty-handed."

"Shh! Quiet." The other person didn't answer, but lowered their voice as they passed the main road.

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu held his breath even more tightly.

Soon, two figures flashed by on the main road and disappeared from his sight and hearing range.

He squinted and could only make out by their shapes that one figure was muscular and the other slender, and they should be a man and a woman.

Fang Shu waited until the other person was completely out of sight before straightening up.

He pondered their conversation and was momentarily surprised.

Although the two didn't exchange names, his voice sounded quite familiar.

Fang Shu quickly searched his memory and found an identity that strongly resembled that of the other person.

The two people passing by on the main road were none other than Ling Baiquan and Xiao Lili from the Scorched-Tail Hall!

The two of them came out in the middle of the night, and although the other said he was also searching for Su Qingao, Fang Shu still felt something was wrong.

A thought stirred in his mind, and he had the urge to go forward and investigate.

But as he hesitated, Fang Shu recalled what had happened at the Scorched-Tail Hall. In particular, when he looked up and glanced at the sky, he realized that the wilderness was dangerous and he should not take any risks.

Whoosh.

Fang Shu immediately chose to return along the same route, putting what he had just seen and heard out of his mind and not bothering to pay attention to it.

Not long after nightfall, he successfully reached the outskirts of Guling Town.

Staggering into the town, Fang Shu chose a secluded corner where no one and no demons were around, peeled off the Fox Fur, wandered around the town a few more times, and then returned to the Solitary Gu Hall without any Fang Shu ado, lying down to rest.

Meanwhile, outside of Guling Town.

Xiao Lili was dressed in a smart outfit, looking heroic and spirited, but she followed Ling Baiquan with a nervous expression as they walked through the wilderness, repeatedly hesitating to speak.

Seeing this, the Ling Baiquan finally slowed down and explained:

"Don't worry, junior sister. It's precisely because our forces during the day all failed that we need to come out at night."

You must know that the woman surnamed Su is someone both the market and the Black Tiger Hall have put a bounty on her head. This woman burned down an entire street, and who knows how many families she probably robbed. Not to mention that capturing this woman would earn us the Black Tiger Hall's goodwill.

"If we could obtain the valuables this woman carries and hand them over to my uncle, it might be enough to cover the losses, appease my master, and avoid punishment."

Upon hearing Ling Baiquan's explanation, a hint of interest appeared on Xiao Lili's face, but she remained hesitant.

At this moment, even the Ling Baiquan's tone carried a hint of impatience:

"Junior sister, do you not trust your senior brother?"

If you don't believe me, you can go back on your own. But don't tell anyone about what happened between us tonight. Await your good news, brother!

Xiao Lili looked flustered and quickly said, "No, no, Senior Brother, please don't blame me."

Then, forcing herself to cheer up, she smiled with relief and said:

"I almost forgot, Senior Brother is a Second Tribulation Immortal cultivator. With Senior Brother's protection, how could there be any danger in a mere hundred miles of wilderness?"

"You know that's good," the Ling Baiquan replied calmly.

So, unnoticed by anyone, the two chatted and laughed as they drove further and further away from Guling Town, disappearing into the deep mountains.