Sect Secret Art

Duan Rong stepped into the Thatched Hut and saw several black porcelain bowls piled haphazardly atop a battered wooden table in the middle of the room.

Beneath the window stood a rather clumsy old rattan chair.

The uneven earthen floor beneath his feet had been trampled hard. In a corner some distance away, quite a few porcelain bottles had actually been piled up. Spiderwebs crawled over those bottles, and some even bore mouse droppings.

At the sight of those porcelain bottles, Duan Rong's eyelid twitched.

He was now certain that the two bottles of high-grade primordial beast blood Chu Wushang had given him on his last visit had come from that pile. He had wondered at the time why the porcelain bottles were covered in dust and had spiderwebs clinging to them.

It now seemed that Chu Wushang had casually tossed such a rare cultivation resource as high-grade primordial beast blood into the corner of his Thatched Hut.

By then, Chu Wushang had already lifted the tattered beast-hide curtain and entered the Inner Room.

Duan Rong followed him inside.

The moment he entered the Inner Room, the light abruptly dimmed. There were no windows within. Against the farthest wall stood a decrepit plank bed, beside which sat a large iron chest.

The rest of the Inner Room was unexpectedly filled with bamboo baskets woven from split bamboo strips, stacked over half a man's height. Only a narrow path remained, barely wide enough for someone to pass through.

Duan Rong's brows knitted tightly together. Some of those bamboo baskets had a greenish hue, while others had yellowed, clearly both new and old. For the moment, he simply could not understand what so many bamboo baskets were doing here. One would never need this many for daily life.

At that moment, Chu