Chapter 50: Disintegrating Poisonous Body

The scholar surnamed Feng went on to say, "The first disciple of the military advisor died after only living for more than a month. This should also be caused by improper cultivation. Although the herbs for the entry-level body washing are not rare and hard to find, some of them are very rare in the mortal world.

But his second disciple passed the entry-level body washing and cultivated to the first level of the Qi Condensation Stage, but he was also poisoned by fire. Later, I don't know how this disciple learned that he was used to "absorb spirits", so he found the local military commander and another martial arts master to ambush the military advisor." At this point, the scholar surnamed Feng showed a strange look on his face.

The others shook their heads when they heard this. The dark and sturdy man with a golden compass embroidered on his sleeve said, "How can this be won? Even if he was poisoned by fire, the military advisor was already at the peak of the third level of the Qi Condensation Stage. It is not something that a few martial arts masters can kill, even if there are several times more of them."

The other cultivators, including the Taoist priest at the top, also expressed their agreement with what the man said.

The scholar surnamed Feng just shook his head and said, "Junior Brother Liang guessed wrong."

"Oh? Did they kill the military advisor, not your Law Enforcement Hall?" Junior Brother Liang asked curiously.

"This is what surprised me. Not only did they kill the military advisor, but the main credit here was not from the two secular martial arts masters, but from the military advisor's disciple. His mortal disciple was only fifteen or sixteen years old and was born in a farmer's household at the foot of Daqing Mountain. According to the report of the disciples below, judging from the fight at the scene, from the beginning of the ambush to the final killing, it should all be from his hands. These methods can be said to be well-planned, decisive, and ruthless.

When my peak disciples arrived, except for this mortal disciple, the rest were dead. The commander and another martial arts master died from the "fire bomb technique" and "wood thorn technique". The mortal disciple was also on the verge of death, so the disciples planned to kill the mortal boy. Although he was innocent, he was indirectly practicing the immortal method of my sect. What's more, he was also dying, so it was not worth wasting pills."

Everyone nodded. There was no such thing as saving the weak and subduing the strong in the world of cultivating immortals, let alone sympathy.

"But just when we were about to kill him, we unexpectedly discovered that this mortal disciple showed symptoms of 'fragmented poisonous body' for unknown reasons, so we brought him back."

"Oh, have you confirmed it? Did he really cultivate the 'fragmented poisonous body'?"

"This 'fragmented poisonous body' has not been cultivated by anyone in our sect for nearly a thousand years. He didn't practice the corresponding exercises. How did he cultivate it? Could it be related to the improper entry of the wood-attributed 'Black Night Curtain Green Art'?"

"Yes, this poisonous body is the second of the three poisonous bodies in our sect. The sect has been passed down since ancient times, and there are only a dozen people who have cultivated these three poisonous bodies. Which one of them did not go through untold hardships and great opportunities to cultivate it."

Everyone in the hall started to discuss, regardless of how the monk surnamed Feng answered.

"Okay, okay, what a disgrace, how can it be like a vegetable market in the secular world? Since someone has said that it is a great opportunity, and everyone has different opportunities, if you get it, you get it. It seems that the young friend must have

got a chance, Junior Brother Feng" the solemn old Taoist at the top stopped everyone.

Feng looked at everyone but smiled bitterly.

Seeing this, the solemn old Taoist frowned and said, "What? Isn't it a 'fragmented poisonous body' after the examination?"

The brothers and elders below, except for Junior Brother Wei from Xiaozhu Peak who looked like he had nothing to do with it, the rest of them couldn't help but show disappointment in their hearts.

"That's not the case. I personally examined this person yesterday. It is indeed a 'fragmented poisonous body', and there is a faint color of penetrating the tendons and bones in his body. But this boy is a mixed spiritual root." Feng shook his head and sighed.

"A 'fragmented poisonous body' of mixed spiritual roots, how is this possible? Fuck you, immortal"

"Mixed spiritual roots? This kind of physique can also cultivate this ancient body? Junior Brother Feng, are you sure?"

"This is interesting. I want to take this kid in and study him carefully, study him, haha"

The solemn old Taoist sat at the head of the group without saying a word. After a long while, he sighed, "Junior Brother Feng, are you sure?"

The Confucian scholar surnamed Feng stood up with his long robe fluttering, and bowed his hands upward, "Master, I can't be wrong about this. I also thought that I made a wrong judgment in the excitement at first, and asked several elders who went with me to try, but the final result was mixed spiritual roots"

"That's a pity. Mixed spiritual roots, even if he is given more resources, it is estimated that he will only be in the foundation-building stage in this life. What a pity, what a pity, what a pity" The solemn old Taoist said three pities in a row.

"Then how should this kid be dealt with?" The Confucian scholar surnamed Feng looked at the master.

"Kill him. Why keep him? It's just a waste of resources. Such a person deserves this opportunity. He has it but it's useless. It's annoying. Just end it all." The dark and sturdy man with a golden compass embroidered on his sleeve said impatiently.

At that moment, several people nodded in agreement. The resources for cultivating immortals are given to useful people. Those without prospects should just fend for themselves. There is no human touch in the world of cultivating immortals.

"Didn't Senior Sister Li say that she would accept him as her disciple? Haha," someone also said to the beautiful woman with a plump figure and flowing charm.

"Yes, yes, I want to take it. I have only heard of this poisonous body, and I really want to experience it." The beautiful woman looked around with her beautiful eyes, and her smile was like a blooming peach blossom.

The people below looked at her smiling face, and they couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts. "If that boy becomes this woman's disciple, can he survive a day?"

The solemn old Taoist shook his head after hearing this, "You can't leave me, Junior Sister. What kind of physique is this 'fragmented poisonous body'? One liquid and one blood can turn into a myriad of poisons. How can I let you take it."

"Oh, Senior Brother, what's wrong with me taking it in? Can't I just take a disciple in peace? I didn't say I'd use it to make a Gu." The beautiful woman immediately looked at the old Taoist above her, dissatisfied

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"Junior sister, although this kid has mixed spiritual roots, if more resources are used to cultivate him, he has the hope of being able to cultivate to the foundation-building stage. With his 'fragmented poisonous body', if he can cultivate to the late stage of foundation-building, how many Jindan masters dare to say they can beat him? How can we underestimate his strong body and the inexplicable poison that changes and breeds? Therefore, even if this mixed spiritual root is used well, it can fight against Jindan. Even if it is worse, when it is cultivated to the late stage of Qi Condensation, it is rare for the foundation-building stage to be able to beat it." The solemn old Taoist looked down.

The people below have also cultivated for hundreds of years. They are all people with clear minds. It's just that the huge gap has just hurt their calmness. This 'fragmented poisonous body' has only been cultivated by three people in hundreds of millions of years. Now suddenly someone has cultivated it in the Qi Condensation stage. Unfortunately, it can only stop at the foundation-building stage. This blow can be imagined.

When the beautiful woman heard the old man say this, her face was solemn. Just as she was about to speak, a clear voice suddenly rang out, "Master Brother, Senior Sister Li, I think this boy should become my disciple. I will accept him as a registered disciple first." Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, but it was Junior Brother Wei from Xiaozhu Peak who had been smiling and silent.

"Oh, Junior Brother, this is strange. How can you, a great Jindan cultivator, accept a disciple in the Condensation Stage as your disciple?" The beautiful woman smiled and looked at the fat young man who was sitting in the chair and smiling.

"Senior Sister, didn't you also want to accept him as your disciple just now? Is it fake? Or do you want to accept him as a Gu? Among my seven disciples, isn't there also a registered disciple in the Condensation Stage? One more is not too much. When the two of them reach the Foundation Establishment Stage, I will officially accept him as my disciple. Besides, you just said that he has mixed spiritual roots. How many resources will it take? Resources from your other peaks, haha." The fat Junior Brother Wei smiled and looked at the beautiful woman.

After hearing this, the beautiful woman was speechless for a moment, and the others nodded. In terms of resources, which peak can compare with Xiaozhu Peak? Even with the servants, there are less than 20 people. Even if a lot of resources are deducted every year, no other peak can compare. This is also because over the years, with the increasing number of disciples from other peaks, the competition for resource allocation has become more and more cruel. Now the newly-entered disciples are trying their best to enter Xiaozhu Peak, including the disciples who originally left Xiaozhu Peak and regretted it so much. But how could they know at that time that the peak master would only keep a few disciples in the end, close the peak and lock the door, so that although the resources are also distributed according to the number of people, there is no competition.

The solemn Taoist nodded frequently. He felt that this fat junior brother had finally thought about the sect. "Junior brother Wei, what you said is very true. You should take him and train him well. Maybe he can become a great help in the future. Then, we can relax the resources deducted every year for your Xiaozhu Peak."

"Master, there are only a few people in Xiaozhu Peak. How can you be so partial to him?"

"That's right, Master, we have thousands of people now, and we are tight all year round."

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"Shut up, how can you be so rude? Although Xiaozhu Peak has few people, none of you know how many resources you get every year. The extra resources are limited. It's just that there is less competition among disciples. Four years later, the four sects will search for the realm and pick the spiritual herbs and spiritual objects. At that time, each peak will increase 10% every year in the next ten years. What's more, when fighting with these so-called famous and upright sects, is it just the things brought out when picking?" The solemn Taoist said coldly.

When the people below heard this, they were all excited, thinking, "An extra 10% every year is a lot."

Thinking about the harvests of the past and those famous and upright sects with sullen faces, they couldn't help but calculate.

Next, everyone discussed other matters, and after half an hour, they filed out of the hall, leaving in a flash of various colors.

Li Yan sat on the bed in a daze, looking at the spiritual birds flying outside the window, the fairy air lingering over the pond, and felt like he was in a dream.

When he woke up last night, the faint scent of sandalwood filled his nose. He slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a white curtain with tassels hanging on it, swaying in the wind. Beneath him was a soft wooden bed with exquisitely carved decorations on the headboard, and on his body was a brocade quilt. He looked around and saw that the room was not big. In addition to the bed under him, there was a table and a chair near the window, and a hollow carved window. Outside the window was a fairyland scene, with hills, ponds, green lotus roots, and pink lotus flowers. From time to time, golden fish jumped up, then fell, splashing water on the lotus leaves, forming crystal clear water droplets, which slowly slid to the green leaf edge and dripped into the pond again.

He shook his head and looked around in disbelief. It was still the same. He was lying in a house, not in the forest of Daqing Mountain. He moved, but found that he didn't feel any discomfort. He sighed in his heart. This was definitely not a dream, let alone in the spiritual consciousness. His legs were clearly injured and broken, and the fire poison in his body had also flared up, but now he didn't feel any pain. He was just a soul?

Where is this place? Last time in the spiritual consciousness space, he thought he was in the Avici Hell and made a fool of himself. This time, he was sure that he wouldn't make a mistake again. He moved and found that he could move without any restrictions. He turned over and sat up to get out of bed. When he lifted the quilt, he was stunned. He was not a soul.

He was still wearing the torn black robe, which was still stained with blood. He hesitated and pulled up the black robe on his lower body. Then he looked at his legs. The pants were still the ones he wore yesterday, which were also stained with blood. However, there was a long opening on the right calf and left thigh, revealing the muscles inside. He was even more confused. He used his hands to pull the long opening on the trouser legs wider and saw that it was a leg without any wounds.

He raised his right leg, and there was no problem at all. He remembered that he kicked at Master Ji with his right leg, and then Master Ji broke it with the force. Now there was still an injury. He looked at his left thigh again. There was no scar on that area, and there was no trace of cutting by the "Wind Blade Technique". Was it a dream to kill Master Ji before, or was it a dream now? He raised his hand and pinched his face.

"You woke up" A voice came from his ear as his face hurt.