The Civet Cat Beneath the Moon and the Eerie Flute

The room was pitch-black. Duan Rong sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed as he rested his mind.

Within the Dharma Appearance Sect, morning bells and evening drums marked the days; at night, there was no clapper announcing the watches. Duan Rong had sat until deep into the night, with no idea which watch it was.

He suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness, got out of bed, and walked to the window. Gently pushing it open a crack, he looked outside. In the clear night sky, black as glazed glass, a waning moon had already tilted toward the west.

Judging by the moon's position, it was already the latter half of the night.

Duan Rong shut the window and stood in the darkness. The Myriad Crow Separation Fire Scarf had always been tied around his waist. Before this, he had merely concealed his Dantian. This way, even under the Divine Sense Scan of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, he would appear to be a mortal.

Of course, as an obscure craftsman, he had not been investigated by any Nascent Soul Realm cultivator during this time.

But tonight, Duan Rong intended to use the Myriad Crow Separation Fire Scarf to conceal his entire body.

The Myriad Crow Separation Fire Scarf had already been refined by him. With a thought, the scarf around his waist began to squirm. Then large swathes of crow-like black dots flew out, spreading over and covering Duan Rong's entire body, including his face and scalp.

In the darkness, those black dots were not conspicuous. Yet the next moment, the densely packed dots covering Duan Rong's body abruptly transformed into clusters of tiny flames.

The countless flickering flames illuminated Duan Rong's entire face in the darkness, making him look like an evil ghost.

The flames flashed