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"": "That night, not a single bird or beast cried out on Stonewall Mountain.
That night, Jin Lü swept over almost the entire mountaintop, yet found nothing.
The next morning, Luo Bin woke.
The clattering continued inside the Urn Jar holding the Threefold Refinement gu worms, while most of the ordinary jars had fallen silent. Luo Bin did not get to work immediately. He ate something, sat leaning against the rock wall behind him, and continued retracing the inheritance of primordial calculation.
Morning dew dampened his eyelashes, while his eyes grew increasingly profound, as though a single glance could reveal a person's imminent fortune or disaster.
By noon, all but one of the Urn Jars had fallen silent.
Excluding the failures, Luo Bin gained another dozen or so gu worms.
This showed just how difficult it was to produce a two-refined gu worm. Nine venomous creatures yielded one gu, and even that could fail. It took nine gu worms to attempt twofold refinement, which also had a considerable failure rate. After all this time, he had only just gathered nine two-refined gu worms.
Although Luo Bin had thought it through and was willing to risk everything,
it would have been a lie to say he was not nervous.
After a moment's thought, Luo Bin steeled himself. He counted the gu worms on him, then put all of them into Urn Jars. Three more Urn Jars began to clatter.
Leaving the valley, he headed toward places he had yet to explore, continuing his search for venomous creatures.
The sunlight was blinding.
Yet the wailing in the Buddha Son Temple had continued all night and through most of the day.
Jin Lü stood in the courtyard. Before him, the man from Gui Market, covered in wounds,