Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 175 The Spirit of Hatred

A hint of shame flashed across Hei Qing's face.

Donglong Island would love to exert great effort to obtain the Dragon-Phoenix Origin Fruit, so that Zi Yan can ascend the throne and reunify the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan.

But the facts are what they are, and there's nothing they can do about it.

Xiao Yan sighed, "It's all up to human effort. Having one more Dou Sheng is ultimately a good thing."

"That's fine."

Su Yun shook his head and said, "Tell me, why were you targeted by Yao Tian?"

"The thing is like this..."

Xiao Yan explained it in detail.

"Spirit-Nourishing Dust? What's wrong with the Medicine Clan? Could it be that they don't have their own secret techniques?"

Su Yun frowned.

From the very beginning, Little Fairy Doctor and Medusa sold Pregnancy Dust through clandestine sales.

Selling openly would be too conspicuous. The two women are thoughtful and would naturally think of this, so Su Yun doesn't need to worry about it.

The covert sales scheme proved very effective, not only perfectly resolving the financial issues but also keeping the fact that the company behind the Pregnancy Spirit Dust was Youming Valley.

In order to conceal it and avoid attracting attention, Little Fairy Doctor even deliberately reduced the effectiveness of the original secret technique to make it less prominent.

Even so, they were still targeted by the Medicine Clan?
Venerable Tianhuo raised his hand and gently stroked his long beard, his voice carrying a hint of remoteness: "The Medicine Clan... In fact, I also had dealings with them back then."

"Xiao Yan, let me see that bottle of Spirit-Nourishing Powder."

"it is good."

Xiao Yan nodded, took out a jade bottle from his storage ring, and handed it to Venerable Tianhuo.

Venerable Tianhuo slowly opened the jade bottle, pinched a small amount of spirit-nurturing powder between his fingertips, closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, his tone was more certain.

"This thing is far more effective than the secret techniques that the Medicine Clan is so proud of."

Su Yun questioned, "The Medicine Clan doesn't even have this much legacy?"

Upon hearing this, Venerable Tianhuo could only shrug: "The ancient times are too far back. Perhaps the Medicine Clan didn't obtain much of the true inheritance back then."

Su Yun's eyebrows twitched. In the Sword Emperor's legacy that he had compiled, there were many ways to make money.

The so-called Spirit-Nourishing Powder in front of us is nothing more than a tiny bit of benefit, like something picked out from a forgotten corner of the inheritance, like a fingernail... But even so, it can easily crush the secret technique of the Medicine Clan?
This stark contrast made Su Yun almost lose her composure.

It seems the stuff we included back then was really brilliant.

The ancient six clans' relentless pursuit of Xiao Jibai's alias is indeed somewhat justified.

This matter is not over yet. Although Yao Tian is dead, the Spirit-Nourishing Powder has been exposed to the Yao Clan.

But that's fine too. How could killing just one Yao Tian be enough?
A faint killing intent flashed in Su Yun's eyes.

First came Yao Xingji, then Yao Tian. The Yao Clan had caused him trouble time and time again, which really annoyed him.

He already had a plan in mind regarding the Medicine Clan's schemes and revenge...

Putting the matter aside for the time being, Su Yun waved his sleeve, and two banners emitting a faint dark purple aura floated in the air.

"I have already crafted the Human Emperor Banner. Your strength is too weak. With this, you will have the ability to resist even when you encounter a Venerable in the future."

Xiao Yan's eyes lit up, and he quickly looked at the two Emperor Banners surrounded by eerie ghostly energy, his lips twitching involuntarily.

As expected, just as he had thought, the Human Emperor Banner that the ancestor spoke of was actually the Myriad Souls Banner.

"Thank you, ancestor."

Xiao Yan accepted it respectfully without the slightest disdain.

Any banner that can help him get revenge is a good banner, regardless of whether it's the Human Emperor Banner or the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

"Ah."

Su Yun nodded, and after a moment's thought, said, "The Human Emperor Banner is extremely effective against the Soul Hall. Even if you activate the Human Emperor Banner with the cultivation of a Dou Zong, the Soul Hall's Venerable-level experts will be powerless to resist."

The Soul Palace has twenty-four Earthly Fiend Palaces in the Central Plains, each with a Dou Zun presiding over it.

Choose an auspicious day and go there. If you can gather all eighty-one Dou Zun soul bodies within the banner, and then supplement it with the Earthly Fiend Soul Refining Array, even a Half-Saint would be no match for you..."

Xiao Yan shivered inexplicably. Su Yun's previous image as an upright and peerless sword immortal had quietly shattered, and he had turned into a ghost cultivator holding a black flag and exuding a sinister aura!
"We can't stay in Danta any longer."

Suddenly, Xiao Yan seemed to remember something and asked worriedly, "How long have I been unconscious?"

Venerable Heavenly Fire said, "Seven days and seven nights."

Xiao Yan clicked his tongue: "Then the Pill Gathering must have already ended."

He came to the Pill Gathering with the intention of subduing the Three Thousand Burning Flames, what a pity.

Su Yun smiled and said, "It's alright. Because of Yao Tian's death, the Pill Gathering has been postponed, so you still have a chance."

Xiao Yan frowned again: "If the news of Yao Tian's death spreads, it will probably enrage the Yao Clan. The Pill Tower is going to become a place of trouble."

"That's a bad word."

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Venerable Heavenly Fire's lips.

"what?"

Xiao Yan was somewhat bewildered.

Su Yun said coldly, "People always judge others by their own standards of conduct; this is what is meant by judging others by oneself."

However, Xiao Yan's cold-hearted nature as a member of the imperial family is hard for outsiders to imagine.

If Yao Tian still had a sliver of hope, the Yao clan would have sought justice for him no matter what, but he died completely.

And the most worthless geniuses are those who die...

The Medicine Clan might hold a grudge against the person who caused the attack for the sake of the Spirit-Nourishing Powder, but it's impossible for them to go to great lengths and become enemies with the Pill Tower for the sake of Medicine Heaven.

The only one who would be furious about this is probably Yao Tian's younger sister, that pampered daughter of heaven.

"Who?"

"Medicine Spirit".

Su Yun's eyes were deep.

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Meanwhile, on the other side, the atmosphere inside the Danta Hall had dropped to freezing point.

A woman clenched her fists, her eyes blazing as she stared intently at the three giants of the Pill Tower standing side by side in the hall, her voice filled with gnashing hatred.

"Danta must pay the price for his brother's death!"

She was slender and beautiful, with a seven-colored elixir pattern on her forehead that should have made her look exceptionally lively. However, at this moment, her pretty face was slightly flushed with extreme anger.

Xuan Kongzi's expression was solemn as he said, "We were also surprised by Yao Tian's death, but this matter has nothing to do with the Pill Tower."

Furthermore, Yao Tian injured someone in the Pill Domain, and we haven't even held him accountable yet. Miss Yao Ling, please don't cause trouble here."

"you!"

Yao Ling trembled with rage, her chest heaving violently. She abruptly turned her head to look at the red-haired old man beside her.

"Elder Wanhuo, the Pill Tower has harmed our clan's prodigies! Quickly request permission from the clan leader to mobilize the clan's forces to destroy the Pill Tower and avenge my brother!"

However, before the red-haired old man could speak, a youthful yet extremely authoritative voice came from the high platform.

"Little girl, destroying my Pill Tower won't be that easy."

The old patriarch of Danta stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the high platform. He still looked like a child, with a tender face. There was no playfulness on his small face, only a faint calmness.

(End of this chapter)