The Secret Way of Immortality

The sense of oppression within Qingyan Town was extremely strong, even as the light gradually dispelled the darkness.

The newborn sun had already risen.

In reality, Morning Street wasn't large, mainly because the buildings were spaced too closely together, which made it seem crowded with people.

Because the houses were only half a meter apart, Ren Qing could hear relieved breaths coming from all around, faintly mixed with sobs.

He immediately understood why this courtyard was deserted; death was far too commonplace in Morning Street.

It was unlikely anyone even recognized Fufeng.

These houses were like isolated islands on an endless ocean, seemingly close at hand, but in reality, harboring great vigilance.

Ren Qing was still somewhat unaccustomed to the Waning Moon layer. After confirming his own safety, he closed his eyes and began circulating the You Yuan within his body.

Because he hadn't specifically practiced the Heavenly Dao Method, this bit of You Yuan was very ethereal and could dissipate at any moment.

Ren Qing could only maintain the You Yuan; achieving a permanent solution was almost impossible.

After all, cultivating the Heavenly Dao Method required the cooperation of the Heavenly Dao Worm.

His Heavenly Dao Worm was parasitized within the Ghost Shadow's body, already deeply rooted. As for the Yellow Spring Immortal Bone, it was more reflected in adapting to the You Yuan.

If the Underworld Method was changed to be similar to the Qingfeng Qi Refining Method, forcibly integrating the You Yuan into the body, then it would inevitably lead to alienation and loss of control.

Fortunately, the You Yuan constantly circulated through the body, allowing it to be self-sustaining.

Ren Qing's consciousness looked towards the prison in his abdomen. Tian A seemed to be very fond of the environment inside, and he also had a husky to play with.

He himself was already considered a stowaway, and with Tian A's degree of alienation, he might be directly repatriated back to the New Moon layer.

Ren Qing planned to try improving the Heavenly Dao Method, or if he had the opportunity to come into contact with the spells of the Waning Moon layer, it should be able to help Tian A cultivate.

Perhaps Tian A's physique did have something special about it.

Ren Qing stopped paying too much attention to the prison in his abdomen, raised his head and stared at the rising sun for a long time, secretly estimating the time of day.

The alternation of day and night in the Waning Moon layer was the same as the outside world, but from the inexplicable death of Zhang Yu, it could be seen that the night was obviously more dangerous.

The darkness would attract some kind of "strange anomaly" that even the Ghost Shadow couldn't detect, likely possessing the strength of the Yin Official realm, not to be underestimated.

Ren Qing planned to figure out the situation of the Waning Moon layer during the day, and then take measures.

Although he could go to the New Moon layer to take refuge at any time, such methods couldn't be used too frequently; the giant rabbit toad was hanging overhead.

As the sky brightened, the streets also became lively.

But it was all just noise.

The footsteps of passersby, the turning of carriage wheels, and the moving of goods…

The people were silent and speechless, they repeated their mechanical lives like puppets, and even communication had become a luxury.

Ren Qing planned to use this house as a temporary foothold, anyway, the original owner had disappeared.

A faint smell of blood entered his nostrils.

Ren Qing walked straight to the door of the厢房, the source of the smell was inside.

As soon as he opened the door, a large area of bloodstains came into view, but there were no remaining flesh and bones.

As if it had been licked clean by wild beasts.

The bloodstains formed the words "Hu Yi" on the wall, which should have been forcibly written by Zhang Yu with his severed limbs before his death, causing goosebumps to rise.

Ren Qing understood that Hu Yi was the strange anomaly that killed Zhang Yu.

But what puzzled him was, why did Cuan Long and Hu Yi deliberately reveal their names by using the bodies of the deceased after killing people?

Could it be related to some secret…

Ren Qing cleaned up the bloodstains, and then opened the doors and windows for ventilation.

He used the ability of his Double Pupils to carefully search for clues, not letting go of any corner, in case he missed any hidden compartments.

Ren Qing quickly confirmed that Taoist Fufeng had indeed lived here before, although it was likely that he had also taken it over.

And he also found a few handwritten pages under the bed.

But Ren Qing couldn't help but feel disappointed after opening them. The pages were full of disordered lines, and the writing was twisted and illegible.

Taoist Fufeng's mind was probably affected by the alienation and torment of the Qingfeng Qi Refining Method, becoming somewhat mad.

Ren Qing managed to find useful clues by comparing the handwriting with that of the New Moon layer.

The place name "Sanmu Lane End" appeared many times in the content of the pages, and it could be clearly seen that the writing was more forceful.

It could be seen that Taoist Fufeng's emotions fluctuated.

Ren Qing secretly memorized the place name, and then walked out of the courtyard after confirming that it was correct.

He used the Immortal in the Mirror to deliberately restrain his aura, so that the people on the street could not detect anything unusual even if they brushed past him.

Ren Qing kept looking around the streets.

Before, when he came to the Waning Moon layer, he used the Ghost Shadow's perspective to observe, and the New Moon layer was far away, resulting in less information gained.

Now that he himself had come to Morning Street, he realized the strangeness of the Waning Moon layer.

All the people were yellow and thin, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe them as refugees.

Their skin was wrapped around their bones, their eye sockets were sunken, their clothes couldn't cover their bodies at all, and their bodies were covered with traces of alienation.

No wonder Ma Mang was so terrified.

Without psychological preparation, one would be shocked to see the scene of Morning Street.

What transcendence and enlightenment, it was clearly coming to a human hell, the people seemed to be man-eating ghosts wandering in it.

Ren Qing quickly noticed the old woman selling noodles in the corner.

He didn't go to ask, after all, the old woman was just an ordinary person, and the information she could get was very limited.

But when he passed by, he noticed that the noodles sold by the old woman were very simple, and could be eaten in a few bites, but the business was good.

The other stalls were similar, but the iron pot selling meat was full.

But even though the aroma of meat permeated half the street, there were still very few residents who went to buy food, and even deliberately walked around it.

Ren Qing looked at it a few times, but couldn't figure out what was stewed in the dark iron pot, it didn't look like livestock…

However, it could be determined that the supplies in Morning Street should be extremely scarce, and the food was mainly coarse grains that were easy to preserve.

Thinking about the strange anomalies lurking in the dark, it was a bit outrageous that Morning Street still maintained basic order.

Speaking of which, what is the source of the people's food?

Ren Qing waited for a moment, and soon found the answer.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho…"

Suppressed panting sounds passed by, and coolies kept carrying goods out of the shops, seemingly needing to transport them to the end of the street.

He silently followed, thinking he would come to a city outside of Morning Street.

But what came into view was a ten-meter-high wall, as if the entire street was surrounded.

The coolies transported the goods out through the hole at the bottom of the wall.

There were obviously many people waiting outside the wall, and he could hear them cursing and complaining, obviously complaining about the slow pace of the people in Morning Street.

The coolies finally got a bag of grain.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end, and was already used to keeping his mouth shut.

The coolie wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt that the dry food was a bit light as he measured it.

He patted the wall, but suddenly a narrow arm stretched out from behind the hole, directly strangling his neck.

The wall was several meters thick, which showed the length of this arm.

What surprised Ren Qing the most was that the skin of the arm was dark green.

This was probably a manifestation of absorbing a large amount of True Essence. The other party's cultivation was at least at the Core Formation stage, equivalent to the Ghost Envoy realm.

When did Core Formation cultivators fall to guarding the city walls?

Ren Qing secretly decided not to use the Jailer Method easily before he figured out the situation of the Waning Moon layer, so as not to attract the attention of cultivators.

Only by confirming safety can he be unscrupulous, and even bring the Ghost Market to the Waning Moon.

Ren Qing shook his head. In fact, it didn't matter if he didn't leave Morning Street for a short time.

In addition to being careful of strange anomalies, the closed Morning Street was very suitable for the current situation. The various supplies in the prison in his abdomen were enough to live for decades.

Bang…

The coolie's body fell to the ground, and blood slowly seeped out of his mouth and nose.

The rat swarm was attracted by the blood, and dozens or hundreds of rats dragged the corpse into the shadows, and soon the sound of gnawing came.

On the contrary, the bag of grain stained with blood was not touched by the rats. Obviously, the rodents had become accustomed to eating human corpses and were not interested in it.

The other coolies were expressionless, and after waiting for a while, they grabbed the sacks of grain and walked towards the clothing shop.

Unexpectedly, the means for Morning Street to obtain resources relied entirely on external alms. The relationship between the two was more like jailers and prisoners.

The hole in the wall was blocked with a wooden board.

Ren Qing walked to the hole, bent down, and knocked on the wooden board with his fingers.

The man on the other side of the wall said with extreme annoyance: "Get out, are you looking for death? It's almost Yin time, come back tomorrow."

Ren Qing couldn't help but whispered: "How to trade goods?"

"You… you…"

"It's over, it's over…"

The man realized that Ren Qing had spoken, and seemed unusually frightened, constantly murmuring to himself, and his tone could feel full of despair.

Before long, several footsteps came from far to near.

Ren Qing could vaguely hear the sound of fighting, and the man was subdued.

"I've reminded you so many times, don't talk to them, you're courting death, aren't you?"

"I… wuwuwu…"

The man was tied up, and his mouth was also blocked so he couldn't speak, and he seemed to be struggling desperately to escape.

But before he could react, a sharp weapon slashed across his neck.

The heavy head slammed on the bluestone bricks, rolled a few times, and stopped at the corner of the wall.

Blood seeped through the wooden board to the edge of the wall where Ren Qing was, and the cursing of the residents of Morning Street began to sound again over there.

Ren Qing stared at the wall. If his Double Pupils didn't sense it wrong, there was actually someone who had reached the Yin Official realm among the people behind the wall.

Although his cultivation was very strange, he should have practiced a technique similar to the Qingfeng Qi Refining Method, but it was indeed the Nascent Soul stage of the Heavenly Dao Method.

But how could the Nascent Soul stage be so rampant?

You must know that the Heavenly Dao Son is only the Distraction stage equivalent to the Yang God realm.

This is only the Waning Moon layer, wouldn't more layers of Jing Prefecture be full of Yang God realms…

Morning Street should also be blocked, and even not allowed to have too much contact with the outside world. The guard was silenced for saying a word too much.

Could it be because of the existence of strange anomalies that the people of Morning Street have become like a plague.

For Ren Qing, at least in Morning Street, he had enough time to collect information, without directly facing the cultivators of Qingyan Town.

He shook his head and turned back to the crowded street.

Change the waxing crescent moon in the previous chapters to waxing gibbous moon.

There's another chapter, wait a moment.