The Immortal’s Poison

The old man's face was green with rage; his gaze was akin to electricity as he stared closely at little Chi Maojiu, "It is fine for us to leave, but before we do, we'll still need to file a lawsuit against you!"

As he was saying that, the old man stretched out a finger and pointed to the completely blind One-eyed Dragon who had already fainted from the pain prior to this, "My junior brother disciple's eye - you will still need to compensate for that eventually!"

The old monk, Ji Fei, immediately answered sarcastically. He conveniently pointed to a cultivator who was killed by the One-eyed Dragon earlier, "How about this life here? Shall we ask for compensation from your junior brother disciple as well?"

The old man suddenly let out an extremely loud, infuriated laugh, "My junior brother disciple had no choice but to turn to desperate measures in order to save thousands of lives in the place of the outer fringe! On the contrary, all of you are short-sighted and can only see what is under your nose. All of you are too self-righteous!" The old man's voice grew louder and louder. He spoke halfway when his voice guided the winds and thunder that raged and surged on top of the crowd's heads, as if there was a huge mountain that had exploded into pieces loudly above them.

That charming young woman who followed the old man too spoke in accordance. Her voice remained as soft and mellow as before, "My family's elders are launching a great formation to slaughter the monsters out there. If someone were to charge recklessly outside, not only that person's life will be sacrificed in vain, but that person will also ruin the magic formation. By then, even my family's elders are incapable of saving everyone here."

The large group of cultivators in the place of the outer bearing broke out in an uproar. The gaze that they shot towards Chi Maojiu by now was already filled with hostility. 

The young woman's explanation sounded perfectly logical and reasonable. There was utterly no room for criticism. The crowd witnessed the monsters from the outside with their own eyes earlier. Anyone would know that if the monsters were to surge into the place of the outer fringe endlessly, the place would be in great trouble!

Chi Maojiu lowered his head all along, but his eyes were rolling around. His gaze swept past the large group of cultivators in the surrounding, and his face was filled with hatred. Even when Xiao Sha's Art of Disguise was capable of communicating with the divine, it was incapable of concealing that gush of Qing Miao clansman's tyranny in his body!

The dwarf Taoist priest too knitted his snow-white brows together After he inhaled a very deep breath, he stood aside, and the Qilian disciples behind him too retracted their red-colored sword formation in midair. 

Tu Mi on the other hand, remained calm. She remained standing at the same spot, unmoved. When she was attacking and killing the monsters earlier, she found out about Wen Leyang's real identity from her inferior, so she would never fall back, even by half a step, regardless. 

The fat monk, Shui Jing, was anxious and angry. He rubbed his palms together strenuously, and asked Ji Fei who was standing on his side continuously, "What do we do? What do we do?"

The old monk, Ji Fei, was also slightly perplexed. He completely did not manage to think of something to refute against the other party. Instead, he watched helplessly as the few of them were about to turn into the enemies of the entire place of the outer fringe. He changed his mind seven or eight times continuously, yet none of the ideas were useful. 

Meanwhile, little Chi Maojiu laughed in a baffling manner, "What do you mean by "What do we do"? We are not engaging in a lawsuit while kneeling before the grand old man, Bao Zheng's court here. What's the purpose of explaining ourselves with such extravagant, colorful descriptions?"

He suddenly moved as he spoke; he did not launch his witchcraft spell, nor did he exert his strength to move, but walked step by step to the front. The gaze that he used to stare at the old man was as sinister as a wolf, "If all of you refuse to leave, there's no need to leave then!"

Qing Miao clansmen were stubborn in their way of thinking and sinister in their approach. The people who came from the Seven Maidens Mountain would never discuss right and wrong ceaselessly with someone else. Just knowing that the old man was the enemy in the eyes of Chi Maojiu, was enough for them!

Wen Leyang bent over and picked up the child. He turned around and swept his gaze past the crowd of people behind, "This is unrelated to all of you. It would be nice if all of you did not move."

The fat lady, Tu Mi's gaze was crystal clear. It was unknown if she was nervous or excited. She stuck out her tongue, licked her lips strenuously, and giggled as she raised a piece of a tiny token, "The clouds roll and scatter, while heaven's power issues the order. My sons, if anyone next to you were to dare to move, I couldn't care less if that person was merely scratching an itch or had sneezed... Kill the person regardless!"

Unexpectedly, Chi Maojiu suddenly stopped walking. He turned around and smiled separately to Wen Leyang and Tu Mi, "There's no need for you to interfere". He then looked towards the child, "Look closely, listen closely."

The old man laughed from extreme rage, before suddenly shouting loudly, "Then, we shall kill that demonic woman!"

Before his voice died away, the dozen people by his side did not move, but smiled and used their zombie gaze to look at Chi Maojiu in a fleeting manner! Yet behind Wen Leyang's back, almost a hundred people leaped up from all sorts of directions. Each of them was singing the magic conjuration incantation loudly. Streaks upon streaks of radiances that were dazzling and magnificent, as well as the ones that were ghastly and indistinctive, overlapped and alternated. It was hard to tell how many treasured weapons ordinary cultivators had never even seen in their dreams. It glided along with the mighty wind and thunder, as the weapons blasted and attacked Chi Maojiu, akin to a meteor shower!

Kong Nuer mobilized the mass of his inferiors this time. The plan earlier was implemented smoothly according to routine; the task of sealing the exit of the place of the outer fringe now was the utmost important link. Of course, he would never merely assign just any dozen people to complete the task. Within the place of the outer fringe, over a hundred good hands of his people with a profound cultivation base will infiltrate the place. 

Chi Maojiu was utterly unimpressed. Not only did he not hide in panic, but he also started laughing strangely, akin to an owl's hoot. Amidst the bright red-colored radiance's circulation and shimmer, his vital fire appeared with a loud bang. Hundreds of fiery falcons fluttered and flew everywhere - the scene suddenly melted everyone's gaze into the color of blood!

The moment the vital fire of fiery falcons appeared, countless black-colored vines surged skywards without a sign. The vines swayed and waved wildly, and firmly protected Chi Maojiu in the middle. The muffled sounds of flapping overlapped, as the vines lashed ferociously towards the treasured weapons of all colors, akin to the splashing of heaven's waterfall. 

The long vines huffed and puffed, the fiery falcons curled around, and Chi Maojiu seemed to have turned into an evil beast covered in tentacles when seen from afar!

The cultivators in the place of the outer fringe gasped in unison. The more experienced cultivators were squalling hoarsely, "That's the witchcraft spell! He… is from the Seven Maidens Mountain! They are the descendants of Tuo Xie!"

Chi Maojiu's laughter vanished. His tone of voice was steady yet majestic, "Child, listen to me. The people of the world had thought that in the Art of Witchcraft Spell, one can only depend on either a hair, a nail or a voodoo doll to launch little harmful tricks on people, yet the witchcraft spell inherited from our grand master grandfather uses thought to drive power. At an advanced level, the witchcraft power is equal to magic. My witchcraft is the magic that belongs to this group of people who deserves to die!"

As he spoke, Chi Maojiu stopped walking. He turned around, raised his head, and looked in all seriousness at the immortal master teacher's inferiors behind him who were busy urging their treasured weapons in an attempt to surge past the black vines. His hand gestured in a pinch to summon the witchcraft conjuration. Slowly rubbing his eyes, he then pressed onto his left chest. 

When Chi Maojiu was done bustling about, he waved his hand at the old monk, Ji Fei, and Wen Leyang surprisingly, "Do you still remember that nine years ago, the grand elder Chi Shuilie gouged his eyes out and carved his heart to launch the ultimate witchcraft to save my life?

Wen Leyang and Ji Fei nodded in unison. Before they could reply with a 'yes', the grim witch's song suddenly exploded from the unseen world that was akin to the sound of thousands of ghosts' cries and the howls of thousands of beasts.

Under the influence of the witch's song, everyone including Wen Leyang and the cultivators on the scene could feel their entire bodies chilled. Soon after, they discovered in fear that their shadows broke away from their bodies and converged into a mighty black torrent in a soundless yet rapid manner. They then surged towards the immortal master teacher's descendants who were attempting to attack and kill little Chi Maojiu in midair!

Chi Maojiu gave out a sad laughter out loud, "This is Chi Shuilie's ultimate skill - the Slanting Shadow Spell! He died for me, yet I can never repay his kindness. I can only hope that the grand elder's soul can witness this moment of his favorite child using his ultimate witchcraft spell to kill the enemies today! Everyone who can be seen with the eyes and who can be thought of in the heart, shall be… Killed! Without! Mercy!"

Chi Maojiu achieved mastery in his witchcraft power now. He did not need to carve his heart nor gouge his eyes out in order to launch the Slanting Shadow Spell. He also did not need to use his life in exchange for the deaths of others, but as compared to the grand elder back then, the power of his witchcraft spell was much stronger by many times!

The witch's fatal spell that was converged from countless shadows was akin to a flash of black-colored lightning that flashed midair. Almost half of the enemies had yet to react to the situation. They had already turned into a pile of charred bones which dropped weakly from the sky, before shattering into a million pieces on the ground.

The old man who was still blocking the exit on the opposite side had only seen Chi Maojiu's power of witchcraft spell. He almost could not breathe at all; his old face turned beyond ghastly pale suddenly. He then instructed the companions by his side with a trembling voice, "Quick… quickly ask for help, as no one amongst us is capable of stopping him!"

The charming young woman and the other few cultivators, immediately rang the wooden bells in their hands. 

Chi Maojiu's laughter grew wilder and more agitated with time. At the wave of his hand, he scattered the witch's shadow that covered the sky. He used his thumb to prick his index finger and gently flicked two drops of blood into the vital fire next to him, "Second Mother had destroyed her entire lifetime's cultivation base for me. How dare Chi Maojiu ever forget about that!? This 'Stinging of the Golden Blood' spell is for the life my mother gifted me!"

The moment the blood dropped into the vital fire, the humming sound that made one agitated to the core was suddenly heard. The Stinging of the Golden Blood spell that was summoned by the Second Mother back then involved countless bees the size of fists, yet under Chi Maojiu's watch, there was only one semi-golden red little bee the size of a thumb. 

Yet this tiny little bee's speed was so swift that it was hard for Wen Leyang's vision to catch. It was akin to a strand of golden thread that circled around the remaining cultivators for a few rounds. Those immortal master teacher's disciples did not even manage to tumble onto the ground; they had already turned into a puddle full of pus and blood!

Almost a hundred cultivators who jumped out from the back of Wen Leyang and the rest were already slaughtered by Miao Bujiao's Big Dragon's Root into nothingness, in a flash!

It had been almost ten years. That horrifying violent battle in front of the Miao stockade village was vivid before his eyes once again! Wen Leyang was feeling very triggered and excited from being teased by Chi Maojiu's wild laughter; he wished that he could jump out to beat and kill to satisfy his craving, but he suddenly remembered that no one died for him. Moreover, the ultimate skill of poison that was used by the family elders at home - was something they did not know how to do.

For some reason, the immortal master teacher's inferiors in the place of the outer fringe's actual power were not ordinary, but there were no top master cultivators amongst them to hold the line. Now that Chi Maojiu's power of witchcraft spell was strong enough to compete with the enlightened person Tian Shu back in the day, he paid no attention to the act of killing these small beings.

The ultimate witchcraft, the tyrannical spell, the sorrowful and sinister wind that filled the sky, the sound of ghost's wail and wolf's howl, the gigantic black vines that overturned the heaven, and hundreds of fiery falcons as red as blood… the grand master passed down three sects worth of abilities. In view of power, each of the sects had its triumph, in view of prestige, the Qing Miao clan did not even need to compare to the other two families of Wen and Luo.

The cultivators in the place of the outer fringe had finally understood the weight of the four words 'descendants of Tuo Xie'. Their thunderous approach that killed nearly a hundred cultivators was no doubt terrifying, yet what truly frightened everyone out of their wits was the wildness, ruthlessness, domineeringness, and the utmost arrogance that penetrated from Chi Maojiu's bones when he was making the kill! There was no one who did not gulp down their saliva and there was no one whose heart did not thud loudly. The imposing manner of the entire scene was completely seized by Chi Maojiu alone!

There was a bald cultivator who was standing near Wen Leyang. He was acquainted with the blind man initially, but due to the tense situation happening before him, he did not care to greet the blind man all along. Now that he finally gathered the courage, he was about to curry favor from Tuo Xie's disciples. He took a few steps forward with his heart in his mouth and asked the blind man softly, "Is this your family's… messenger?"

The old monk, Ji Fei, was slightly puzzled. Chi Maojiu was an intelligent boy ever since he was young, and even though he was not considered mature, he was capable and experienced enough. The words that Chi Maojiu spoke when he was launching the Art of Witchcraft sounded akin to the final testament, which made them a little confused. 

The witch's vines and vital fire vanished into thin air. Chi Maojiu took a stride forward once again and walked towards the old man and the rest whose faces were already ghastly pale. 

The old man spoke with feigned unyieldingness, "This matter is completely unrelated to Tuo Xie's disciples. We are sealing the exit in order to save this place of the outer fringe and save the lives of thousands cultivators in it. Other than that… we do not have any ill intent." His voice still remained loud and clear. His tone was considered heroic, yet when he explained himself again for no reason, he made Ji Fei and Shui Jing, who was standing nearby, laugh. 

Chi Maojiu still had the same impatient expression, "As you're already aware that we are Tuo Xie's disciples, why do you still speak of these useless words?"