The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing knew he wasn't mistaken; the woman who had suddenly appeared was likely Xiao Ying.

At that moment, Jiang Feng, through the eyeballs set up near the watchtower, also discovered the movements of the missing prison guard, and his expression immediately turned grave.

He quickly took out a tenon feather to contact Li Tiangang, and then focused on stabilizing the situation.

Ren Qing, however, remained on the city wall.

He saw some clues through Xiao Ying; her naked skin was slightly swollen, her eyes were white and showed no pupils, giving the impression of a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

The wind and sand of the swamp completely swallowed them both, and they disappeared without a trace.

Ren Qing couldn't help but sink into thought, gradually recalling many unusual things.

Compared to the natural rotting and swelling of a corpse, Xiao Ying seemed more like she had been soaked in water for a long time, and her abdomen seemed slightly shriveled.

However, Ren Qing was too far away, and with the sandstorm obscuring his vision, he couldn't perceive the details.

He organized the currently known fragmented clues in his mind, which only made the impression of the swamp even more confusing.

It seems he can only look for clues from the prison guard; perhaps there will be other gains.

A sense of urgency arose in Ren Qing's heart; he had to complete the transformation of the bizarre object of the Wind and Sand Art into something sufficient to be used as a trump card as soon as possible.

He needed to collect more swamp sand and give it to the Sandman to devour.

If he could use this to transform into a hundred-meter sand giant, he wouldn't need to risk using the Darkest Nightmare Lord, even when facing a Yin Manifestation realm cultivator.

Ren Qing once again separated a portion of his ghost shadows to stay in the camp, to observe subsequent changes and maintain contact with Jiang Feng.

He took advantage of the fact that no one else had noticed and quietly left the border fortress, quickly heading towards the swamp.

Ren Qing didn't get too close, choosing to sit on the third watchtower.

A separated soul left his body and floated in the air, to be alert to the situation in the vicinity, so he could react quickly to uncontrollable dangers.

Ren Qing actively visualized the Gluttonous Art, and the range of absorption of the Alien Mouth became larger and larger, quickly covering several hundred meters around.

Fortunately, it wasn't obvious from the border fortress wall to the watchtower; one could only vaguely see a tornado forming, and the wind and sand blowing towards Xiangxiang would be diluted by at least half.

Jiang Feng quickly received the information from Li Tiangang, who instructed that only a portion of the prison guards should remain in the camp, and the rest should go to the Avici Hell.

Clearly, the Prison Guard Hall was reducing risks to avoid uncontrollable situations.

Jiang Feng wasn't surprised by Ren Qing's elusiveness; after several contacts, he understood the latter's independent ways very well.

Moreover, the ghost shadow didn't hide its tracks, indicating that there was no major problem.

After Jiang Feng arranged the tasks for the few remaining prison guards in the camp, he couldn't help but cough, his saliva mixed with blood.

He didn't expect that in such a short period of time, his own situation would take a sharp turn for the worse, and his lungs felt as if they were burning with fire.

Jiang Feng quickly returned to his room, closed his eyes, and sat cross-legged to examine his body.

Even though Ren Qing was in the watchtower, he still paid attention to the camp, so he controlled the ghost shadow to merge into Jiang Feng's shadow.

Jiang Feng's lungs were slightly strange, very much like pulmonary edema caused by the accumulation of liquid.

It should be caused by some kind of mutation.

After the swamp sand is sucked into the lungs, it probably produces some inexplicable effect.

Ren Qing suspected that the swamp sand had already fused with the organs, so the Double Pupils couldn't find any traces.

Jiang Feng opened his eyes after a moment, and coughed again, his breathing becoming more and more rapid, his face without a trace of blood.

He forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts and prepared to go to Avici Hell to seek help from the Yin Manifestation realm cultivator.

Just then.

Jiang Feng felt extremely thirsty; he picked up the teacup on the wooden table, and looking at the fragrant tea, a fear arose in his heart for no reason.

It was a fear of water.

He was as if drained of strength, and lay dazedly on the bed to rest.

Ren Qing, however, noticed the unusual changes in Jiang Feng's body; he quickly canceled the visualization of the Gluttonous Art and rushed towards the camp.

The moisture in Jiang Feng's body dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sandification gradually began to spread, and the blood had already solidified.

Ren Qing came to the door in a few flashes, and kicked it open.

He poured a few pots of tea into the hazy-minded Jiang Feng, and the sandification was immediately relieved, and even gradually recovering flesh and blood.

Ren Qing noticed that Jiang Feng's stomach couldn't store excess water, but flowed back into the lungs along the blood vessels, which seemed extremely strange.

There was a tendency for pulmonary edema to appear in the lungs again.

He couldn't help but be surprised: "How can there be such a different kind of mutation?"

The swamp sand comes from the mouth and nose to the lungs, and the mutated cultivator will be extremely eager to drink water, but the body's instinct will prevent it.

But if the cultivator doesn't take in water in time, the flesh and blood will turn into sand, and the remaining bones will form a turbulent stream when they come into contact with water.

Although Ren Qing was very curious about what Jiang Feng's lungs would eventually look like after drinking water constantly, but after all, life and death were at stake, so he took out the Bizarre Dust.

Jiang Feng drank the tea mixed with Bizarre Dust, and the mutation of the lungs was slowly brought under control.

He then woke up in a fit of violent coughing.

Jiang Feng's eyes were filled with bloodshot, he couldn't control himself, but his consciousness was still clear, so he naturally knew the ins and outs.

"Thank you… Brother Ren…"

Ren Qing asked Jiang Feng a few questions.

Three days ago, Jiang Feng couldn't help but drink water frequently, but he didn't notice anything unusual, so he didn't even take the Bizarre Dust.

Until the mutation of the lungs suddenly went out of control.

"You should rest more, I will pay more attention to the camp, there will be no chaos."

Ren Qing gave Jiang Feng a few more bottles of Bizarre Dust, and then left the border fortress; the top priority was to collect swamp sand as soon as possible.

The mutations of the other prison guards in the camp were very weak.

Although the special nature of the swamp sand made it impossible for the lungs to recover on their own, the cultivation of the Ghost Envoy realm made the mutation not continue to worsen.

Ren Qing informed Li Tiangang of the situation with the tenon feather, and then visualized the Gluttonous Art to bless the Alien Mouth.

The Sandman devoured a large amount of swamp sand, and the speed of its body growth was beyond imagination, reaching just over ten meters in a few days.

Ren Qing was not satisfied with this.

He couldn't help but move forward to another watchtower, and the swamp sand collected next naturally contained more remnants of souls.

The Sandman gradually transformed as a result, and the sand grains that made up the body presented a bone-like quality, seeming to become more and more similar to the swamp sand.

The prison guards in the border camp could sense that something was wrong, especially with Ren Qing's disappearance and Jiang Feng's sudden strange illness.

They guessed that it might be caused by the swamp sand, and various rumors spread.

However, the mutation of Jiang Feng's lungs had already been suppressed the next day; after he came forward to clarify, the tense situation was slightly eased.

Before long.

Li Tiangang came to the border fortress, and also brought Song Zongwu with him.

They distributed Bizarre Dust to the prison guards, and after taking it, the mutated conditions disappeared completely.

Li Tiangang placed the rib bone of Ksitigarbha in the open space in the camp, and the surrounding swamp sand immediately turned into ordinary sand dust.

The remnants of souls had been swallowed up without anyone noticing.

Ren Qing knew the intention of the Prison Guard Hall to send two Yin Manifestation realm cultivators; it was clear that after figuring out the swamp sand, they were preparing to explore the swamp.

He was also a little tempted by this.

After all, as long as he was in the swamp, it would only take the Sandman some time to become a desert.

Ren Qing got up and returned to the camp; Li Tiangang had already begun to prepare to set off, along with four Ghost Envoy realm cultivators who had undergone more than two transformations.

"Brother Ren!"

Yan Feng greeted Ren Qing enthusiastically, attracting slightly awed gazes from the prison guards in the camp.

Many of them had contacted Ren Qing during Ksitigarbha's soul summoning, so they naturally knew more than the prison guards who had just been promoted from the reserves.

That terrifying ghost wolf was still occasionally remembered.

"Lord Li asked me to tell you to go to the stone house in the southwest corner for a meeting."

"Okay, thank you."

Ren Qing nodded, and then walked towards the house where Li Tiangang lived.

Within a hundred meters, he smelled a very special aroma of wine, as fiery as flames, even more mellow than "Live and Dream of Death."

He opened the door and walked in, Li Tiangang and Song Zongwu were standing in front of the bed discussing.

Song Zongwu knew who was coming without turning his head, he said with a smile: "Ren Qing, thanks to you being at the border fortress, otherwise many people would have died because of this small sand."

"Hehe, just lucky."

Ren Qing planned to indirectly improve the status of the Prison Guard Hall, and then try to ask Perfected Master Great Dream for the secret manual of the Dream Butterfly Art.

If there is a Ghost Market to prolong life, the Yang God realm is a promising future.

He walked towards the two, but found that there was a woman lying on the bed with her upper body exposed, and her chest and abdomen had been cut open by sharp weapons.

The woman was not dead yet, she had Half-Corpse realm cultivation, and her skin was covered with cactus-like needles, indicating that the spells she mastered were related to plants.

But her breathing was already very weak, and she could die at any time.

What shocked Ren Qing the most was that the woman's lungs were swollen to the size of a watermelon, and had a glazed appearance similar to a water soul.

The glaze seemed to be solidified wine, and the aroma was extremely strong.

Li Tiangang said: "I just wanted to ask you to take a look."

Ren Qing's expression became serious, and the aroma of wine constantly aroused the desire in his heart; this sudden alcoholism was obviously not right.

He forcibly calmed down, and observed the woman with both primary and secondary souls.

Li Tiangang explained: "This person's surname is Luo, and she came to the border fortress with three reserves to transport materials, and thus sand entered her body."

"The other two have already turned into withered bones like Xiao Ying, but because they died in the Prison Guard Hall, they were not discovered."

Ren Qing frowned and asked: "Why is she able to live?"

The Ghost Envoy realm prison guards are inevitably affected, why is the reserve able to survive?

Song Zongwu said in a flat tone: "Wine."

Ren Qing followed and recited: "Wine…"

He muttered to himself: "Could it be that after the lungs are affected by the swamp sand, although cultivators will be unable to control themselves from drinking water, they can use drinking wine to suppress sandification."

"And constantly drinking wine will eventually make the lungs look like this, how can there be…"

Ren Qing closed his mouth in time, almost blurting out.

He was too familiar with this method; the Fabrication Art can make the cultivator's flesh and blood delicious, and the swamp turns the organs into wine.

The swamp is adjacent to Jing Province, and it is difficult to say whether there is any connection between the two.

But the key problem is that there is a Heavenly Dao Insect larva under Ren Qing's feet; even though it has become a puppet, it still retains its instincts.

The Heavenly Dao Insect larva is obviously not interested in the aroma of wine.

Ren Qing reached out and touched the wine-transformed lungs, intending to summon the information stream to check the situation.