The Immortal’s Poison

Ji Fei’s flying sword was fast as lightning. It made a melodious, long moan as it surged rapidly towards the Miao stockade village. Suddenly a trail of bright, red flames snarled from within the Miao stockade village and intercepted Ji Fei’s flying sword firmly in midair. The crisp sound of a cross strike was heard and the old monk made a muffled humph as his face flashed a ghastly shade of white.

A plump, wealthy-mannered young married woman circled out from behind the fire altar with a smile. She gently pinched the wicked witch Chi Liang’s cheek and chuckled with a sweet girlish voice, "Set your mind at ease while you cast the spell, I will handle the rest." Upon saying that, she started walking with light and fast footsteps. She did not have a wide pace but she had reached the door of the stockade village with only one or two steps.

The red-colored trail was actually a little bird dripping with fire. It was only the size of a magpie and upon blocking the flying sword, it spiraled around dexterously next to the young married woman.

Following behind the young married woman was a person wearing a yellow shirt who had lost both his arms. He was staring at the old monk Ji Fei with a face full of hateful vengeance.

The brother Bushuo and Buzuo as well as the few Qing Miao clansmen no longer cared about the Miao stockade village anymore as they surrounded the spot where Wen Leyang and the Second Mother had sank and dug into the soil frantically.

The old monk Ji Fei did not dare to let down his guard at all for the arms of the person with the yellow shirt had been chopped off by himself and the fat monk back when they were pestered endlessly by Wen Leyang on Mount Emei’s nameless mountain slope. They had unexpectedly discovered that someone had cast the Mountain Coffin Devilry there so they immediately stood up to strike a blow and severely wounded the young lad with the yellow-shirt.

Before the yellow-shirt person could launch his devilry spell both he and the old monk had took notice of one another. The young married woman, however, had been focused on casting her own devilry spell so she did not notice that at all. The young married woman’s power was obviously stronger than the yellow-shirt person’s power.

Ji Fei guided the flying sword back to his side and muttered secretly in his heart: ‘Lord have mercy, luckily the first one who sank into the trap was not me’. Soon after, he squinted his eyes as he asked in a rumbling voice, "To be able to cast the Mountain Coffin Devilry spell, who are you people actually?!"

The young married woman chuckled as her sympathetic gaze swept towards the Qing Miao clansmen who were digging busily. She shook her head and heaved a sigh, "That’s a waste of energy, how can my art of devilry be your…" However, before she could finish her sentence, her expression changed abruptly as a torrent of rapid banging noises rang thickly akin to drumrolls from underneath the ground. There was the sound of a ‘pop’ and the Second Mother with little Chi Maojiu in the cradle of her arms were ‘spurted’ out from the ground.

The spot where they had spurted out from the ground was extremely far away from where they had sank in!

It was as if the old monk Ji Fei had predicted this, he roared with laughter and seized the opportunity when the young married woman’s expression changed. He drew the flying sword and shouted loudly, "Suffer!" The little sword shot into the air! The little bird dripping with fire too raged and roared once again as it flew into the sky and had a dogfight with the flying sword.

Ever since Wen Leyang had returned from Mount Emei, his biggest improvement was that he had become more adept at controlling his telegnosis ability. Earlier, the vibration which he had felt from within the air was the premonition before the beautiful young married woman had cast the Mountain Coffin Devilry spell. Following that Wen Leyang could sense the ground surrounding him start to circulate into a vortex.

Abiding by Chang Li’s teachings, Wen Leyang then started launching the Faulty Punch immediately upon burrowing into the vortex. He struck and punched madly into the ground around him to break the spell!

The most terrifying part about the Mountain Coffin Devilry spell was that once a person had sunk into the soil, the person would immediately drift anywhere in the undercurrents formed underneath the soil. It would be utterly impossible to distinguish which way was up. The Second Mother wasn’t aware that the direction she had been digging towards earlier was the exact opposite of the correct way, she was burying herself deeper into the ground!

Wen Leyang used the Faulty Punch to break the spell and rapidly destroyed the soil undercurrents flowing all around that had been buried deep underneath the ground. He then used his telegnosis ability to locate the Second Mother and little Chi Maojiu before he managed to rescue them.

The Second Mother got out of the difficult situation and immediately composed herself. She pointed at the Miao stockade village as she yelled loudly, "Kill the wicked witch!"

Following that, another popping sound was heard as Wen Leyang too broke through the soil. His eyes were bright red, he swung his heavy body like a raging wild bear as he surged towards the richly bejeweled young married woman as fast as lightning!

The Mountain Coffin Devilry spell and the seventeen lives of the Wen family relatives on Mount Emei finally had some assurance!

The old monk Ji Fei was chanting as he gesticulated with his hands and legs as he directed the flying sword to battle the Fire Sparrow in a great bustle.

The little sword was controlled remotely, while the other party’s Fire Sparrow operated automatically through the entire course without a handler. The young married woman remained calm and composed while she looked towards the few master cultivators who had exposed their movements. A scornful smile hung on her face once again and her hands were in position to cast another spell to kill those people. Suddenly, a blast of strong wind swept across her face and almost suffocating her. Wen Leyang, who had been a hundred steps away from her earlier, had covered the distance in a lightning-fast flash. His limbs were spread wide apart as he flew towards her!

A killing intent flashed in the young married woman’s eyes as she yelled once. She did not hide but also leaped up into the air. She then spread open her arms bonelessly in a charming and seductive manner, gently meeting Wen Leyang’s hug in midair!

It appeared to be a gentle hug, akin to a pair of long lost siblings who had met each other again after being apart for a long time. The sister was gentle and tender while the brother was strong and unyielding. Anyone who knew nothing and witnessed this scene, the corners of their mouths would curl into a friendly and touching smile…

A burst of bloody fog spurted into the sky!

Wen Leyang’s Faulty Punch was akin to * (stars). In the blink of an eye, he had struck countless heavy blows like quicksilver spilling over the ground. There was utterly no intermission as he repeatedly punched the young married woman’s soft and smooth body!

The young married woman’s long-cultivated vitality too burst out in a split second. It radiated out with a thick and heavy primordial spiritual energy and attacked towards Wen Leyang like a swarm of bees!

Wen Leyang immediately felt as if his body was being ferociously crushed by several large mountains. The inner vital current in his entire body expanded and his blood was squeezed by the high pressure to the top of his head. He raised his head as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and somersaulted through the air before he tumbled onto the ground.

The young married woman staggered while she retreated, a layer of bright-red color swelled on her face and faded away only to return a moment later. The swelling reappeared for a few times before finally returning to normal as she cursed, "What kind of devilry is this!"

She had hid in the mortal world while she cultivated attentively for many years. Her cultivation base was on the high side and the bursting of her primordial spiritual energy could crush a real iron man into a thin razor blade. Yet she had not expected that upon fighting recklessly with this normal-looking silly lad for a while, the Faulty Punch had first struck her into extreme irritability. To her surprise the punch broke her self-protective life vitality, causing her internal organs to suffer minor injuries. Following that a strong poison surged and fluctuated within her body. If it wasn’t for her amazing cultivation base, she would have become a decaying corpse by now.

The young married woman trembled slightly as she inhaled a long breath. She bore down her internal injuries with difficulty as she once again looked at the few Qing Miao clansmen and the brothers Bushuo and Buzuo. Unexpectedly, the vision before her eyes blurred and Wen Leyang, whom she thought was dead, had suddenly reanimated and leaped up with a savage expression on his face he once again hugged her in the cradle of his arms…

The old monk and the Fire Sparrow circled around each other while Wen Leyang was like a pervert as he risked his life to hold onto the young married woman and refused to let go.

On the Great Elder Chi Shuilie’s side, once he saw that the Second Mother and the Big Dragon’s Root were out of danger, he relaxed for a moment before a shade of anxiety floated within his murky old eyes. He had remembered the previous Big Dragon’s Root’s last words before he passed away that Chi Liang’s Art of Devilry could kill anybody within the Qing Miao clan at any desired time!

In an instant, his anxious gaze turned into a determined expression as Chi Shuilie loudly instructed to the people next to him, "Stand firm and send me up!" With agile steps, he first jumped up lightly. Then, his feet stepped firmly onto his inferior’s shoulders and like a robust sparrow he turned his body and surged skywards. His hands clapped together continuously, making a crisp loud sound like hitting metal and gold together. A faint blue-colored vital fire was conjured out of nowhere next to him!

As the old man hung in midair, his sharp, falcon-like gaze stared firmly at the wicked witch Chi Liang who was standing on the fire altar. He made an odd laugh, "Wicked witch, do you still recognize me? This old man is back to claim your life!"

Chi Liang paid him no attention as she continued to dance soundlessly, her dancing poise was graceful and charming.

A sharp howl filled with cracks and fissures was heard as the Great Elder Chi Shuilie hooked two of the fingers on his left hand and dug them into his eyes ferociously. His right hand was like a hammer and punched ruthlessly into his chest. Bright red blood spurted into the air and the old man’s body stiffened as he lost his life in midair.

Just as the old Qing Miao had sacrificed his life, the shadow of his corpse in midair reflected from the moonlight suddenly became animated. The shadow extended into a long, black-colored band on the ground. It made an absolutely terrifying rustling noise and crept up towards the Miao stockade village as fast as lightning. It was pointing in the direction of Chi Liang who was standing on the fire altar!

The Great Elder had pried out his eyes and pulled out his heart before he died. He took his own life so he could cast the witchcraft ‘Slanting Shadow’ spell of exchanging his life for another. The spell turned his blood into shadow and the last person he saw with his eyes would certainly be killed; the last person he was thinking of in his heart would surely be murdered!

This was to seek revenge for his four sons’ blood debts and to fight on for the Second Mother and little Chi Maojiu.

Their tracks had fallen through and become exposed. The few Qing Miao clansmen who had escaped from the land of evil spirits earlier had failed in the ambush. There was only imminent death before them and the Great Elder’s final deed was to buy a little more time for the Second Mother and little Chi Maojiu, whether it was for them to fight for their lives or run for their lives!