Poison Cultivation

"The market...is it blown up?"

When Wen Ruan saw the flames shooting into the sky, she was stunned for a moment. The dim light reflected on her beautiful face, which was full of confusion and bewilderment.

Chen Luo's heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed drastically.

The market was in chaos, clearly because the cultivators couldn't withstand the death pressure brought by the beast tide and started a disturbance.

If chaos breaks out there, how can the many cultivators gathered around the Li family not also fall into chaos?

As if to confirm his idea,

Boom!

Another deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth!

The spiritual light of the Li family's protective array trembled violently, then vanished completely like a lamp going out.

The vast territory of the Li family was suddenly exposed nakedly to the group of independent cultivators.

The crowd, already under immense pressure, erupted in uproar upon seeing the formation shattered.

Some people ran away in panic, some cursed loudly, and some whispered among themselves, their eyes gleaming with malice.

The place was a cacophony of voices, shouts, curses, cries, and screams, with dust flying everywhere and heads thronging the crowd—it was a scene of utter chaos.

Amidst the chaos, a rough, booming voice suddenly rose, raising its arms and shouting:

"Brothers! These scions of noble families are usually arrogant and live in luxury, only caring about their own comfort!"

Now that disaster is imminent and we are surrounded by monsters, he has isolated us and left us to fend for ourselves!

Since he won't give us a way to live, we'll make sure he dies without a burial place!

These words struck a nerve with the pent-up resentment in everyone's hearts, and immediately some people echoed them sharply, with shouts rising and falling:

"That's right! They live a life of luxury while we're sent to our deaths—it's utterly unreasonable!"

"The formation is broken! They're waiting for the tortoise shell to shatter! Everyone, charge in, grab the cultivation techniques, seize the treasures, and find a way to survive!"

"High-level cultivation techniques and miraculous elixirs are right before our eyes. If we don't seize them now, when will we?"

"Yes, if you're too late, there won't even be any crumbs left!"

One person shouts, and several respond;

Several people echoed, and a hundred people shouted.

Those who were originally observing and hesitating were stirred by this fierce flame and could no longer suppress their greed and anger.

Pushing and shoving, calling out to friends and companions, weapons drawn, magical artifacts flashing with light.

Some people's eyes turned red, and they cursed loudly; others grinned and charged ahead.

Some timid individuals were swept along by the crowd, unable to control their own destiny, and had no choice but to move forward with the masses.

In an instant, the thousands of rogue cultivators surrounding the Li family revealed their greedy and ferocious nature, rushing in like a tidal wave and heading straight for the clan.

Shouts, curses, the clash of weapons, and the sound of magical artifacts tearing through the air exploded together, creating utter chaos.

Seeing the situation was dire, a disciple of the Li family hastily activated his magical weapon. A flash of sword light instantly killed a rogue cultivator charging ahead, and he shouted fiercely:

"You madmen, how dare you cause trouble! Retreat at once! If you take another step forward, you will be killed without mercy!"

Before he finished speaking, dozens of magical artifacts appeared all around him, their light dancing wildly, accompanied by the sounds of wind and thunder, as they swept towards him like a tidal wave.

Hearing the commotion outside, Wen Ruan turned pale, and fear gripped her heart.

"Uncle Luo!"

She had always lived in the market town and had never experienced such chaos before. For a moment, she was completely at a loss.

Chen Luo's expression was grim; he knew something was terribly wrong, but he forced himself to calm down.

At this time, you must not panic. Panic is the easiest time to make a wrong decision, and once you make a mistake, it will be irreversible.

The current situation is as follows:

"Pack your things quickly, we're leaving immediately!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a few light knocks came from outside the door, making a thumping sound.

Wen Ruan was startled, thinking that the chaotic soldiers had already attacked. She was so frightened that she shrank behind Chen Luo, her face full of fear.

Chen Luo gently patted her shoulder to reassure her.

The Li family's grand formation had just been broken, and chaos reigned. No matter how fast the enemy was, there was absolutely no way they could reach this place so quickly.

Moreover, the knocking was gentle and orderly, unlike what one would expect from a rogue cultivator.

"Could it be Xiao Qiyuan? But Old Xiao also has family members. In such a critical moment, why would he come here instead of protecting his family?"

Although he had doubts in his heart, he remained expressionless and said gently to Wen Ruan:

"Go hide in the side room for a while, and come out when I call you."

His tone was calm and his demeanor composed, and before Wen Ruan knew it, he had suppressed her panic.

Wen Ruan knew she wasn't good at fighting and that staying here would only be a burden, so she nodded slightly.

"Uncle Luo, please be very careful."

After saying that, she obediently turned around and went into the west wing to hide.

After Wen Ruan walked away, Chen Luo's expression hardened slightly. He took out the Bone-Piercing Nail, channeled his inner energy, and with a slight flick of his wrist, shot it out with a whoosh.

The penetrating nail was driven straight into the beam and pillar of the courtyard gate, penetrating deep into the wood, leaving only a small hole on the outside.

After making the necessary arrangements, he removed the barriers in front of the gate and slowly pushed open the courtyard gate.

A burly man stood outside the door, his body imposing and his face full of menacing features; it was Wu Ce.

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke calmly:

"Fellow Daoist Wu, how could it be you?"

Wu Ce said in a deep voice:

"Brother Chen, the Li family's protective formation has been broken from the inside."

I am here on the orders of Elder Li to inform all the worshippers to proceed to the ancestral hall immediately and assist in its defense!

"Understood, Fellow Daoist Wu, you may go ahead. I will arrive shortly after."

"The situation is urgent and cannot be delayed. Brother Chen, you would be better off coming with me."

Wu Ce looked anxious and reached out to grab Chen Luo's wrist.

Chen Luo's expression changed slightly. The other party was a body cultivator. What would happen if he were to be held back by him?

With his left hand tucked into his sleeve, he quickly made a hand seal and gently guided the energy.

laugh--!

A beam of black light shot out from the goalpost, aiming straight for Wu Ce's back.

Wu Ce realized something was wrong, and his muscles suddenly tensed up as if they were made of steel.

Even with his strong physique, the bone-piercing nail still penetrated three-tenths of an inch into his flesh, causing a slight glint of blood to appear.

Chen Luo urged his Xuan Gong technique, but found the nail firmly locked in place, making it difficult to penetrate even a fraction further.

Startled, he immediately retreated, retrieved his magical artifact, and said coldly:

"Such a solid physical body; body cultivators truly live up to their reputation."

Wu Ce was both shocked and furious. He felt that the wound on his back was not large, but it was excruciatingly painful and numb, and he couldn't help but twitch as he said:

"Brother Chen, what do you mean by this?"

Chen Luo squinted and sneered: "No need to pretend anymore."

You found this place precisely as soon as the Li family's formation was broken, which means you were already aware of it.

What exactly are you plotting? Speak frankly.

Wu Ce's face instantly turned cold, all traces of urgency vanished, and he snorted:

"The Li family has plenty of resources waiting for me to take, I don't have time to make things difficult for you. It's just that someone wants your life, so I'm just helping out."

"Oh? May I ask who you are?" Chen Luo tilted his head slightly.

"It's me!"

A furious roar descended from the sky, and a green beam of light crashed to the ground, revealing a middle-aged cultivator with a mustache, none other than Feng Wude.

His eyes were sinister as he stared intently at Chen Luo, and he said hatefully:

"You brat, you've taken my position as a retainer, aren't you quite pleased with yourself?"

Chen Luo's gaze sharpened:

"Whether one can serve as an honored guest depends on true ability. You're less skilled than others, yet you blame me?"

"Of course I resent you!" Feng Wude's face was contorted with rage, his tone utterly venomous.

"You've cut off my livelihood by allowing me to leave by boat! If you can't let me live, then nobody should live either!!"

There is no such thing as a wall that doesn't leak.

It turned out that the news of the Cloud Flying Boat had been leaked by someone, and Feng Wude naturally harbored deep resentment towards Chen Luo.

The reason why the monks are rebelling today is not because they are short of supplies, but because they are unequal in distribution.