Chapter 707 434: Iron Law

After Zhu He disappeared from the chamber, Duan Rong remained there, staring blankly at the Dew-drinking Cicada in his hand.

"Seed Character?! Heavenly Dao Origin?!"

According to Zhu He, this Dew-drinking Cicada can emit dew three times, which means he can use the Power of Law through this cicada three times.

The Power of Law is a force only masters of the Dark Grotto Heaven Realm can control!

For this reason alone, the rarity and value of this Dew-drinking Cicada are clear.

What's more, the cicada was personally refined by the sect's patriarch, and Duan Rong guessed even Zhu He probably only had two or three at most, and there's a big chance he only had this one.

So the question arises!

If Zhu He only possesses one Dew-drinking Cicada, why give it to him?

Duan Rong's gaze was deep and flickering.

He had shown some talent, and originally thought it would be great to trick a few bottles of Bone Marrow Ash from a High Rank Primordial Beast from Zhu He.

Yet, Zhu He gifted such a precious treasure, which truly startled him.

Because this is unusual!

Something strange must be happening!

Duan Rong considers his talent somewhat extraordinary, but even if his talent were greater, putting himself in Zhu He's shoes, it's definitely not enough to warrant the gifting of such a treasure as the Dew-drinking Cicada.

"Unless... this old man has other intentions?!" Duan Rong's gaze intensified as he pondered.

He's experienced Zhu He's style.

When he was sent to handle matters at Divine Cloud Prefecture, Zhu He discreetly put him to a test.

This old man is like a chess master, with countless strategies, moving only when ready, never playing a wasted move.

He must have planned something further by giving me this treasure.

Yet, Duan Rong knows thinking about it now is futile, just like when sent to Divine Cloud Prefecture—until he stepped into the Dragon Fish Hall, there's no way he could clear his mind about Zhu He's ulterior motives.

"Since I can't figure it out, I will let things unfold as they may."

It's not that Duan Rong is willing to be a pawn, but the old man's wisdom is too profound and unpredictable.

However, even if he did have ulterior motives, gifting such a treasure implies his significance as well.

Wait!

Duan Rong's eyelid twitched, suddenly recalling something Zhu He said.

"In times of danger, with a single thought, it will emit dew, using the Power of Law to protect you three times!"

Zhu He's words flashed through Duan Rong's mind again.

"Danger? Protect?"

"Could I be in some sort of danger?"

Duan Rong didn't think that any threat Lv Qingzhu might pose required the Power of Law for protection!

This Dew-drinking Cicada is clearly not intended to fend off Qingzhu!

"Surely no strong figure of the Dark Grotto Heaven Realm intends to kill me?!"

Duan Rong suddenly pondered a chilling thought.

And the more he thought about it, the more it seemed plausible.

Why else would Zhu He gift him the Dew-drinking Cicada?

"I don't recall offending a master of the Dark Grotto Heaven Realm?"

Even while handling matters at Divine Cloud Prefecture, Duan Rong was careful not to cross boundaries, avoid interference in the public and covert struggles of the opposing factions.

Advancing when needed, and stopping when necessary.

Besides, he is currently a direct disciple of the sect elders, so who would want to kill him?

Thinking thusly, Duan Rong suddenly froze, muttering: "Unless... in the old man's game of chess, a master of the Dark Grotto Heaven Realm is going to make a move against me!"

"Could that be the case?"

Duan Rong couldn't be certain, yet he could feel an inexplicable sense of crisis, as if a sharp sword was suspended above his head, ready to fall at any moment.

In the following ten days, he did nothing but stay in the chamber, using Essence Blood to refine that Dew-drinking Cicada.

Ten days later, Duan Rong gazed at the Dew-drinking Cicada floating before him.

Having continuously soaked it with Essence Blood, the Dew-drinking Cicada now glowed with a faint blood light.

Most importantly, the cicada had formed a slight, weak connection with Duan Rong's Divine Soul.

With a single thought, the Dew-drinking Cicada moved like a living being, transforming into a ray of blood light, and burrowing into Duan Rong's sleeve.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, stood up, but stumbled slightly.

During these ten days, Duan Rong remained in the chamber refining the item; he neither ate nor drank, and his body had grown somewhat stiff from sitting.

Duan Rong walked slowly out of his cultivation chamber, only to see Fan Hongjiao approaching from beside the Statue of the Unmoving Bright King.

Fan Hongjiao was originally heading to her own cultivation chamber, but seeing Duan Rong's dry lips and lethargic steps, as if a gust of wind could topple him, he looked far from the vigorous person he once was.

"Junior Brother, what's wrong with you? You look as if you've been drained by a ghost!"

Duan Rong gave a wan smile, licking his cracked lips, and croaked: "It's nothing, Senior Sister. Haven't eaten for days. Once I eat, I'll be fine."

"Haven't eaten for days?" Fan Hongjiao suspiciously eyed Duan Rong, asking: "What were you doing in the chamber to go days without food?"

Duan Rong replied: "Nothing much. Just exploring my cultivation technique."

Duan Rong brushed it off and headed outside.

Fan Hongjiao watched his back, her gaze flickering, murmuring: "No wonder Junior Brother could perceive the mental realm in the Primordial Qi Realm. Exploring a cultivation technique that leads to days of fasting—truly a devoted cultivator!"

Duan Rong returned to his room in the pavilion, immediately ordered a table full of food, and devoured it cleanly, leaving not even a drop.

And only then, with a full belly, did he lay on his bed, comfortably drifting into sleep.