“Brother Biao, quickly teach this kid a lesson, kill him!”

The little beggar was behind Brother Biao, and with the dim light, he hadn't noticed Brother Biao's abnormality at all, still shouting fiercely.

Song Wen felt that there was nothing left on Brother Biao’s body to be devoured. He pushed with his left hand, and the dried corpse floated out lightly.

It was then that the little beggar clearly saw Brother Biao’s miserable state.

His entire body was shriveled and dehydrated, his skin turning sallow and wrinkled, like a thousand-year-old unrotted dried corpse.

“Ah… ghost… blood-sucking evil demon.”

The little beggar was terrified, his legs gave out, and he fell to the ground. Then, in a panic, he scrambled backward.

The little beggar’s shriek woke Song Wen from his daze. He himself was startled by Brother Biao’s gruesome state. After a brief moment of distraction, he looked indifferently at the little beggar who was trying to escape.

He absolutely could not let the little beggar escape.

The secret of his ability to kill and devour vital blood must not be known to others.

Recalling the strange energy that inexplicably appeared in his body and saved his life when he took the Blood Qi Pill that day, Song Wen was very sure that his body seemed to hide a huge secret, and it was a terrifying secret that must never be exposed.

Song Wen pushed off the ground with all his might, his body darting three meters forward, and he grabbed the little beggar by the back of his neck.

“No… please, let me go,” the little beggar pleaded loudly.

Song Wen, however, turned a deaf ear, his heart as cold as a stone, showing no mercy for the little beggar’s age.

There was no innocence or childishness in this little beggar; only ruthlessness and ferocity. Letting him go would undoubtedly bury a huge hidden danger for himself.

The dagger mercilessly pierced the little beggar’s heart, ending his short life.

The vital blood in the little beggar’s body was once again completely devoured, turning him into a dried corpse.

And Song Wen once again experienced that extremely comfortable and wonderful feeling.

After continuously absorbing the vital blood of a strong adult man and a vibrant child, Song Wen’s own body seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

It was very much like the feeling of someone who is extremely hungry, then overeats and feels stuffed.

Song Wen felt every muscle cell in his body twitching, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

His mind was also dizzy, as if he were drunk, feeling as if the ground beneath his feet was soft, like stepping on clouds, a feeling of extreme unreality.

Even the small amount of spiritual energy in his dantian became turbulent and restless, as if he had taken a stimulant.

Song Wen finally managed to calm his thoughts slightly. He looked at the two dried corpses on the ground and pondered how to dispose of them. If he left them there, it was highly likely to cause public panic and attract the attention of the authorities. If someone traced it back to him, it would be troublesome.

He estimated that he might be treated as an evil demon incarnate and burned alive in public.

“I must destroy the bodies and erase all traces.”

Song Wen endured the physical and mental discomfort, looking around, finding no one present. For now, no one had discovered anything.

He tried to circulate his spiritual energy and punched the little beggar’s corpse with all his might.

After losing its vital blood, the corpse’s toughness became extremely poor. Song Wen’s punch directly shattered the little beggar’s head.

The shattered head became a pile of grayish-white rotten flesh, with not a trace of blood visible in it.

Song Wen’s eyes lit up. The shattered head was now extremely difficult to recognize as human.

Song Wen carried the two dried corpses to the stinking ditch beside the alley, and punched the corpses again and again.

Soon, both dried corpses were smashed into pieces, and then Song Wen threw them all into the stinking ditch.

He also picked up all the fragments of the little beggar’s skull and scattered them into the stinking ditch.

After doing all this, Song Wen quickly left the alley.

When Song Wen walked onto the main road, he then realized that the euphoria in his body and the sense of etherealness in his mind had become even stronger.

While dealing with the dried corpses earlier, the intense tension had diluted the discomfort, but it had not disappeared; it had merely accumulated and now erupted suddenly.

Song Wen felt that he could no longer control his body, and even walking in a straight line became somewhat difficult.

Song Wen gritted his teeth and persevered, stumbling and staggering, finally returning to Tian Sha Gang.

Upon finally returning to his room, Song Wen immediately wanted to practice his cultivation to alleviate the discomfort in his body.

As a result, he found that neither the surging vital blood in his body nor his ethereal mental state allowed him to calm down and meditate.

Having no other choice, he could only lie on the bed and wait for his body to recover naturally. Unbeknownst to him, he gradually fell asleep and did not wake up until the next morning.

The next morning, the physical and mental discomfort gradually faded a lot.

However, his body was still full of vital energy, as if it wanted to dissipate automatically, and his little brother was also standing erect.

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

“Young Master Song, breakfast is ready.”

It was Aunt Chen, the servant, bringing food.

It seemed that while his body was absorbing and digesting the vital blood last night, it also consumed a lot of energy. At this moment, Song Wen felt unbearable hunger, as if he could eat an entire ox.

Song Wen immediately got out of bed and opened the door.

He saw a middle-aged woman, carrying a food box, waiting outside.

Her downcast eyes happened to fall below Song Wen’s waist, and her gaze became somewhat dazed for a moment.

Song Wen took the food box and said, “Thank you, Aunt Chen. I’m a bit hungry today. Could you please send two more portions, no! Five portions of breakfast.”

Aunt Chen was immediately somewhat astonished and did not respond for a moment. Only after Song Wen closed the door did she react.

A strange blush appeared on her face, and she murmured to herself.

“Not old, but quite well-endowed, and a big appetite too. Indeed, youth is good.”

Since Song Wen had introduced spiritual energy into his body, his hearing and sight had become much sharper. He heard every word of Aunt Chen’s low murmur outside.

He looked down and found that he indeed seemed to be quite well-endowed.

After Song Wen finished all six portions of breakfast Aunt Chen brought, he finally felt a sense of fullness in his stomach.

He opened the door and walked out, entering the medicinal garden to tend to the spiritual herbs, which also served as a way to digest his food.

At the same time, he secretly pondered the process of devouring the vital blood of two people the previous night.

He performed an introspection and found that his previously severely depleted vital energy had been completely replenished. As for the excess vital energy from last night, he could no longer sense it, as if it had disappeared.

He also felt that his physical body had been slightly strengthened. The strengthening effect was small and not obvious, but he could clearly feel it.

Furthermore, his mental state seemed to have improved to a certain extent, and his understanding of cultivation techniques became much clearer.

“Could it be that I am not only devouring their vital blood, but also something else?”

“Where does my body’s devouring ability come from? Is this the golden finger, the essential benefit for transmigrators, that I have been looking forward to?”

Song Wen, with his keen mind, quickly realized that the devouring ability seemed to be able to help him solve his current predicament.

If he operated it well, he had a high chance of killing Ji Yin.

Thinking of this, Song Wen’s mind became active.

What he had not realized from beginning to end was that he felt no discomfort from killing people; instead, a hidden anticipation for killing and devouring blood again lingered in his heart.