The Immortal’s Poison

Offense, Annihilating Killing Formation that was as powerful as God's punishment's divine thunder.

Defense, the profound orthodox sect's most powerful Southern Dipper Star Art protective great talisman.

There were also the unpredictable but powerful three consecutive arrows.

The ability shown by Jilong Sect was enough to make the entire cultivation world take a cold breath. However, within their sect's important grounds, it was a lax scene. Wen Leyang had already barged into their headquarters and rescued little supreme leader, Liu Zheng, but he had not seen a proper good hand up until now.

Wen Leyang found this strange. It was like having fought an ax-wielding warrior clad in heavy armor to the death, after finally removing the enemy from the metal can, he realized that the other party was a powerless baby.

The little supreme leader was gravely wounded. His brows twitched out of pain, but his gaze was filled with confidence. He sprawled on Wen Leyang's back and moved his mouth closer to his ear. He panted and laughed softly, "Just go straight on. There are no elites. First, let's break Jilong Sect's magic art."

Wen Leyang only felt goosebumps crawl all over his skin when a man panted and laughed softly at his ear. He almost threw Liu Zheng away. He ducked his head and carefully walked towards the courtyard.

Jilong Sect had amassed its strength over thousands of years. Within the important land of their sect, divine temples stood end to end. From above, it appears as a row of closely ordered buildings. Its grandeur surpassed the imperial palace, while its vigor was comparable to the Changjiang River, it shocked the heavens!

Wen Leyang had gone to Great Mercy Temple a few times before this, but he had never gone through the main hall like this for such a long time. He felt that he had become an ant. The divine officers hidden in the heavy shadows looked down at him with scorn and spite. He could not help but hasten his pace.

However, the little supreme leader's look was flippant. He chuckled, "It's definitely big enough, but this is too much. Compared to us Kunlun Sect, they're slightly lacking in the Taoist airs…"

The entire Jilong Sect headquarters were within Wen Leyang's telegnosis ability. Only that courtyard was impenetrable by his telegnosis ability.

Wen Leyang had continued with caution from the start, but Liu Zheng's tone was relaxed. He was shy to be too serious. He chuckled and replied, "Listening to you, Kunlun Sect's headquarters must not be any bigger than this place!"

Liu Zheng showed a look of contempt, "The path towards heaven's cultivation isn't dependent on the size of your house…" As he said this, he saw that We Leyang had taken a deep breath and kicked the final door open. He stepped into the courtyard and hastily reminded him, "Careful, don't be too nervous…"

He had not finished when Wen Leyang gave a low growl, but his body seemed to have frozen over. He froze on the spot and did not move.

Within the courtyard, there was a little Taoist who looked to be in his teens. He held up a golden longbow and aimed it towards Wen Leyang with gritted teeth! The longbow was pulled back but there was no arrow. Rays of golden light swirled around the longbow. A pleasant buzz could occasionally be heard.

The golden bow fires three shots in rapid succession. Wen Leyang calculated secretly within his heart. Ning Jiao's spike and Ning Jiao's armor could each take one hit. As for the final shot, he could only rely on himself! At the same time, a patch of grey flowed out from under his feet. Like a serpent's shadow, it slithered silently towards the little Taoist.

There was a withered corpse under the little Taoist's feet. Judging by the attire, it must have been a Jilong Sect disciple.

Meanwhile, behind him, there were two special objects deep within the courtyard.

There was a bronze cauldron the size of a millstone. Around the cauldron, a dozen thick metal chains were connected. They slanted towards the mountain's foot in one direction. They were pulled taut; it was unknown what was chained to it.

Within a magic circle inscribed with talisman script, a scarlet jade board the size of a chessboard floated in the air. Six asterisms moved on the surface of the jade board. It resonated with the Southern Dipper Star Art in the sky and entangled with Guo Huan and Bony Ning Jiao.

Little supreme leader Liu Zheng suddenly pinched Wen Leyang's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Don't kill him!" Then, he lifted his head and said to the Taoist softly, "Put it down, don't throw your life away in vain!"

The expression of the golden bow-wielding little Taoist was flustered and unpeaceful. After hearing Liu Zheng's shout, he was shocked. There seemed to be some roaring waves within his heart. His gaze was full of savageness, but he could not conceal that fear with a touch of naivete.

Liu Zheng softened his tone, "You know who I am. The Five Blessings are one, and I'm also your elder…Jilong Sect's ordeal is settled; put down your weapon."

The little Taoist seemed to have done all he could to not cry. He glared at Wen Leyang and Liu Zheng with reddened eyes, "If you guys can reach this spot, it means that the master uncles have martyred. Jilong Sect is done for!"

Wen Leyang gritted his teeth. A great disaster had befallen Nine Peaks Mountain. While he ran all this way up to Jilong Sect, he held nothing back when he was faced with resistance. With his Faulty Punch and Poison of Life and Death, the Jilong Sect disciples were indeed killed with one hit with their cultivation bases.

The little Taoist was completely flustered, but he still had his wits about him. The center of this courtyard was the source of Jilong Sect's every powerful magic art. Unless his peers were all dead, the enemy could not have shown up here.

A faint smile appeared on Liu Zheng's face, his tone was serious and solemn, "As long as there is one living Jilong disciple, the Jilong Sect still lives. Jilong Sect's magic is broad and profound. With your endowments, if you devote yourself to learning them, you will surely be able to restore this great thousand-year sect after a hundred years. It's not impossible to attain heaven's cultivation, let alone become a great respected master…"

He had not finished when the little Taoist's brows suddenly arched. He burst into laughter with a strange voice, "The men of Jilong Sect had died tragically and I'm still thinking about heaven's cultivation? Liu Zheng, you underestimate the Jilong disciples too much!" As he said this, his nocking hand let loose!

Wen Leyang's colors drained. Ning Jiao's spike within his grasp vibrated fiercely. He stepped backward like lightning, but something he never expected had happened. Amidst the twang of the bowstring, no magical power arrow was shot. There was only a forlorn wail that broke the sky. The little Taoist's sharp eyes had completely turned into despair. He stood still on the spot.

With a 'pa', the golden bow fell on the ground. Then, amidst soft rustling sounds, the little Taoist's skin dried up quickly and he turned into a dried corpse in the blink of an eye. He fell softly on the ground after being blown by the wind. Like failed pottery, he shattered with a bang!

Little supreme leader Liu Zheng suddenly howled. His voice was filled with sorrow, it even made the others guess whether he was crying or cursing, "Qing Niao, you only wanted revenge, but you went against the enlightened person Zi Que's effort!"

The final Jilong disciple had shattered.

Wen Leyang frowned without saying anything. He had no idea what was happening.

Liu Zheng climbed down from Wen Leyang's back with some effort. He leaned on a thick column, "This golden bow is a long lost weapon, its name is 'Salvo'!

The divine bow Salvo was notorious even in the past, it was a treasure that had disappeared long ago. It was needless to describe the power of the three consecutive shots by this bow. It was most famous because even an ordinary kid who knew nothing about magic, he could use the bow and shoot.

However, no matter who used this bow, regardless of the profoundness of their cultivation bases, their primordial Yang would be completely absorbed by Salvo and be turned into a withered corpse.

As he said this, Liu Zheng sighed, "This bow had originally been called 'suicide', but the descendants found the name repulsive and changed it into a homophonic, 'Salvo'."

The suicide bow was like any other powerful immortal tool. There was a certain cooldown period after every activation. This bow can only be used once every seven days. Just now, when the little Taoist forced himself to use this bow, he was only hoping for a miracle. He was trading his life for maybe even an arrow to avenge his elders.

Liu Zheng did not allow Wen Leyang to attack because he had wished to spare this little Taoist boy's life, but it was for naught.

Wen Leyang felt uncomfortable. Between life and death, everyone seemed to have their own persistence, but it all seemed meaningless!

Liu Zheng smiled bitterly and diverted the topic from the divine bow suicide, "These Jilong Sect magic arts only originated from a few powerful magic weapons. Their magic prowess did not improve much." As he said this, he pointed towards the depth of the courtyard, "That cauldron had activated the annihilating thunder formation. That astrolabe had activated the Southern Dipper Star Art. You can break them using the Faulty Punch. We'll talk about other matters later."

Wen Leyang lifted his spirits. He pounced onto that cauldron without hesitation. Then, loud bangs resounded throughout the valley. The cauldron did not move under the Faulty Punch's barrage and showed no changes. However, the metal chains connected to the cauldron slowly changed in color. As if they were burned by a blazing fire, it glowed red from their heavy black color.

The reddening metal chains even started to drip dense metal juice. When day broke, a boom of thunder abruptly erupted from within the cauldron. Every metal chain was molten amidst the vibrations!

Wen Leyang sighed. He looked back at Liu Zheng. Liu Zheng who was playing around with the golden bow nodded to him with a smile, "That's done. Next, let's break the astrolabe…" As he said this he frowned, "Should we… keep the astrolabe? Jilong Sect had been around for thousands of years, now it has become like this… some gangsters might come up to this mountain with ill intent."

Jilong Sect had been destroyed. Liu Zheng held on to his feelings with his acquaintances. He did not wish for anyone else sneaking up the mountain to steal the treasures and profane this respected sect. He wanted to leave this Southern Dipper magic formation behind to guard Jilong mountain forever.

Wen Leyang looked longingly at the astrolabe. If only he could transport this treasure back to the Wen family to guard the mountain.

Liu Zheng did not expect Wen Leyang to know how to live so well after getting married. He was stunned for a brief moment before regaining his senses as he smiled and scolded, "This astrolabe had gathered power for a hundred years and had been activated for a thousand years. If it was interrupted midway, it would have to gather its energy once more. Even if you took it away, it won't be of any use for quite some time."

Wen Leyang was slightly skeptical. Liu Zheng burst into laughter, "Your home is full of old demons. I won't tell any lies that would be found out in no time!"

Wen Leyang laughed as well. He gave up on the astrolabe, but he would bring along the cauldron and the golden bow. He carried Liu Zheng and the cauldron and went down the mountain. After he exited the mountain, he recalled the rock tower and Bony Ning Jiao. Old monk Ji Fei had shown up from nowhere. He fished out a cellphone and gave it to Wen Leyang with a smile.

As expected, the thunder magic on Nine Peaks Mountain was completely dispersed. Wen Leyang was utterly relieved. After he calmed down, he asked Liu Zheng, "What's going on?"

A month ago, Jilong Sect suddenly sent a diplomatic note to Wen Bucao. Liu Zheng still cherished the relationship among the Five Blessings. He managed to calm Chang Li and the others who would have loved to go up Jilong mountain to slaughter everyone. He went alone to Jilong Sect and wanted to temporarily suppress Qing Niao's notion of revenge.

Liu Zheng could never have foreseen the outcome. He had just reported his name when he went up Jilong mountain. Three consecutive arrows shot down from the mountaintop. The first shot shattered his Kunlun sword formation, the second shot gravely wounded him. Luckily, the third shot only turned in a circle around him and shot into a faraway hill. Jilong Sect had spared him.

Little supreme leader Liu Zheng was badly wounded, he had no strength to fight back. He could only surrender to the Jilong disciples who came and took him away.

As he said this, Liu Zheng shook his head with a bitter smile, "Enlightened person Qing Niao… he's already a little crazy!"

Jilong Sect had been defeated on Nine Peaks Mountain during the last time. Rage burned in his heart as he was badly injured. Not long after, his memories had been forcibly cleared by little demon rabbit Shan Duan's spell. These few years, the more he cultivated, the more unsettled he felt. Gradually, it drove him mad.

Qing Niao directed his disciples to carry the badly wounded Liu Zheng. He displayed the few powerful magic weapons in the headquarters' courtyard with satisfaction. Liu Zheng had only understood now where Jilong Sect's reliance was. Annihilating Thunder Cauldron, Southern Dipper Astrolabe, and the divine bow Suicide. These three magic weapons, other than having endless power, had another perk to them. The person who activates them need not have a profound cultivation base. Only the thunder cauldron and astrolabe was slightly complicated, as a small magic circle had to be set up, but the divine bow Suicide could be used by anyone.

Then, the little supreme leader was imprisoned until Wen Leyang went up the mountain to save him. Meanwhile, Jilong Sect was completely destroyed; not even a single disciple was left.

Wen Leyang could not help but shiver. He had taken more than a hundred lives in this one night! Before he stepped into the courtyard, he had thought that there was an enemy with a peerless cultivation base lying in ambush on Jilong mountain. When he attacked, he kept his guard up against that. He would fight with all his might against every enemy that showed up… Maybe it was too sudden, maybe it was understandable, but no matter what, he had never dreamt that he would have such a day.

Liu Zheng patted Wen Leyang's shoulder. He strangely diverted the topic, "The golden monkey, Qian Ren, is nowhere to be seen; Red Pot could not recover its prowess. No matter how I look at it, all the elites that had some ties with you and a relationship with Wen Bucao, are only me, Hanba, Chang Li, Cone Nail, your bride, and your two foolish uncles."

Wen Leyang had just come back from the Shiwan Mountains. He had only stayed at home for a day and a half. His entire focus was on Cone Nail's past life and the past of Kong Nuer and his three split bodies. When he heard the little supreme leader mention this, he remembered the others. He asked with a bitter smile, "Qian Ren and Qin Zhui aren't found yet? Red Pot could not recover its prowess?"

Four years ago, on Wen Leyang's wedding night, the golden monkey, Qian Ren, had escaped with Qin Zhui and the two were never heard from since. Shortly after, Cone Nail had followed Red Pot's instructions and retrieved the immortal grass. The other badly-wounded demon immortals got immediate results but quickly recovered. Only towards the toad Red Pot, the centipede grass's effect was especially minimal. The great evil demon that once terrified the world's cultivation base was only half of the old demon rabbit Bu Le's.

After Liu Zheng gave a rough recount of events, he chuckled, "Also, Cone Nail had a little accident when she went to retrieve the immortal grass. We'll talk more about this later." Then, he returned to the topic of Jilong mountain attacking the Wen family with magic, "When you think about Nine Peaks Mountain's current abilities, these three treasures are just the right things!"

Wen Leyang understood what Liu Zheng meant.

The annihilating thunder magic conjured by the cauldron was enough to keep the two demon immortals busy; the astrolabe's protective great script was enough to withstand the combined attacks of two demon immortals. In addition to that, there was the divine bow Suicide which could not be evaded but could only be received… If he did not happen to be on the way back to the mountain, Hanba Fifth Brother might have already died in the hands of the divine bow, Mumu and the two foolish uncles would have been imprisoned by the Southern Dipper Star Art, Chang Li and Cone Nail would also die of exhaustion after a few days.

There was one thing that Wen Leyang could not wrap his mind around. He looked at Liu Zheng and asked, "Before I went up the mountain, someone activated the divine bow Suicide…"

Liu Zheng was smart, he did not wait for Wen Leyang to finish his question when he answered with a smile, "You don't have any aura of life vitality, nor do you have any primordial spirit. The divine bow's arrows could not lock onto your body. If someone wanted to shoot you, you'd have to be within their sights. The person who refined the divine bow had never thought that there would be a method of practice that would produce a Saint's body in the future!"

In the eyes of cultivators, an ordinary person with no life vitality did not warrant any caution. The divine bow was known as an immortal tool, it was not refined to fight ordinary people.

The laugh of little supreme leader, Liu Zheng, had some coldness to it, "Annihilating Thunder Cauldron, Southern Dipper Astrolabe, divine bow Suicide, each one of them was the utmost treasures of immortal families which had been lost for thousands of years. Too many cultivators have searched for them in vain, but Jilong Sect had found three of them in a short span of time!"

"It's all Kong Nuer's doing?" No matter how dumb Wen Leyang was, even he could understand it now. Someone had given Qing Niao these three treasures and used Jilong Sect to fight Wen Bucao.

Under the heavens, who would be the person that could produce these three powerful treasures and had grudges with the Wen family? Wen Leyang could only think of a single person, Kong Nuer. However, he still did not understand, even if Kong Nuer did not attack himself, he need not go up the mountain to find the half-mad Qing Niao. After the battle on Mount Hua, Heaven's cone nail descendants who regarded him as the immortal master teacher had also left in peace.

Liu Zheng was of the same thought as Wen Leyang. He frowned slightly and shook his head, "Firstly, Kong Nuer had his own subordinates. Secondly, how could Kong Nuer be so precise about the Nine Peaks Mountain's abilities?"

At this moment, old monk Ji Fei who had been following them suddenly snorted, "It's not Kong Nuer, it's the toad Red Pot!"

Wen Leyang was stunned. He did not understand why Red Pot wanted to fight its own people, nor did he understand why old monk Ji Fei was so confident.

Liu Zheng was also astonished; his airs of a learned erudite person flew away with the wind… Only after a long while, after he had been leaving them hanging for long enough, he smiled drily, "Four years ago, on Wen Leyang's wedding night, Xiang Liu's true soul had attacked the Wen family. At that time, Red Pot vomited and spat out all the treasures inside his stomach. These three treasures were among them at that time…"

Little supreme leader Liu Zheng had a lifetime of good temper, but even he could not help but burn with rage right now. He analyzed the situation with Wen Leyang in all apparent seriousness, but he never expected the old monk to know the answer so soon. He scolded with spite, "Since you recognized them, why didn't you say so earlier!?"

During that time, Wen Leyang had been controlled by the true soul, Liu Zheng was drunk. The two of them never knew what the toad had spat out.

Red Pot wanted to defeat Nine Peaks Mountain?

This time, it was perfectly explainable why the perpetrator could not carry out the deed himself. Red Pot was a loner, at least he could not use the suicide bow. It was also explainable that he was able to precisely know the Wen family's current abilities, but what were his motives?

The few people could not understand this matter as well. They gave up on simply guessing, luckily Red Pot's cultivation base was limited now and could not make a huge mess. It should not be anything difficult to capture after they returned to the village and met up with Chang Li and the others.

With old monk Ji Fei here, the journey back was undeniably much easier. All the arrangements were well made, with only a little hiccup in finding a car. When the drivers saw that they brought a cauldron that was two sizes larger than Simuwu cauldron, nobody dared to ferry them…

Throughout the journey, the little supreme leader was in low spirits and said little. Two days later, Wen Leyang arrived on Nine Peaks Mountain.

Only after Wen Leyang returned to the village did he know that quite a few people had come to his home. The annihilating thunder spell had been conjured using spiritual primordial energy, it truly shocked quite a few elites. The people from Great Mercy Temple had arrived beforehand.

A few days ago, when Wen Leyang just came back from Shiwan Mountains, the Wen family had sent some men to go to Miao stockade village. Second Mother and little Chi Maojiu were also in the village now.

The old acquaintances from One Word Palace were always where the fun was.

Even Eyang Sect's San Wei's split body came. Wen Leyang had only known now, that martial idiot split body of San Wei's was reluctant to leave the reincarnated Ah Dan and had stayed on Nine Peaks Mountain for a solid two years. In the end, he got what he wanted. He brought Ah Dan to cultivate on Eyang Mountain.

Also, Old Gu brought Fei Fei and Xiaosha here. The old man was obsequious when he spoke to Chang Li, but when he saw that Wen Leyang had returned, his spirits returned as he sternly said, "That many lightning of a few days in a row had made the superiors all anxious…"

However, what surprised Wen Leyang and Liu Zheng the most was that Red Pot was sitting on a stone table in the village. He roared with righteous indignation, "That puny Jilong Sect dared to pick a fight with us…"