Poison Cultivation

Feng Wude was filled with resentment and had to vent it. Chen Luo listened and was somewhat sympathetic.

The two were vying for their own interests, and neither was willing to back down even slightly.

Even if he had to do it all over again, he would give it his all without hesitation.

"In that case, the only way to prove ourselves is through skill!"

Chen Luo secretly made a hand seal with his fingertips, and the Bone-Piercing Nail, suspended in the air, burst out with a black light that was slightly dark and pointed directly at Feng Wude.

Feng Wude snorted coldly and glanced at Wu Ce beside him.

Both of them were at the seventh level of Qi Refining, so in a two-on-one situation, I had the advantage.

He immediately proclaimed in a loud voice:

"Fellow Daoist Wu, you are a body cultivator with strong bones and muscles, so please make the first move, and I will provide support from the side!"

Wu Ce responded with a nod, then looked at Chen Luo with a sinister grin.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please forgive me!"

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his foot hard, and the blue bricks covered with restrictions under his feet cracked open.

Chen Luo's lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of mockery, and he gently shook his head:

"No, it's me who should be said to have offended them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ce's body suddenly stiffened, as if he had been controlled by an invisible evil force.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

His face turned ashen, a dark aura rising within him, and he could not believe it.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, he coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

Feng Wude was shocked and rushed to help him up:

"What happened? When did you get poisoned by him?!"

"Right now..."

Wu Ce's lips moved, and black blood gushed from his seven orifices. His whole body felt like it was in a furnace, and his blood was boiling.

In the midst of the struggle, she finally died silently, her face filled with resentment.

Upon seeing this, Feng Wude's eyes widened in horror, and a chill ran through him.

As a fellow professional, he could guess a thing or two about Chen Luo's background; if the other party could cure poison, he must also be able to poison.

However, Wu Ce was a body cultivator after all, and his poison resistance was much higher than that of ordinary cultivators. So why was he poisoned to death by Chen Luo in just a few words?

What kind of poison can take effect so quickly?

Feng Wude remained bewildered and puzzled, unable to find a solution.

Seeing that he was distracted, Chen Luo had no time to argue with him. He secretly channeled his inner energy and the Bone-Piercing Nail shot out again.

laugh!

A streak of dark light moved faster than a shooting star, leaving only a fleeting afterimage, and was about to strike Feng Wude.

Suddenly, a loud hum resounded, like a great bell striking a mountain. Amidst the intense golden light, a golden bronze bell, about ten feet tall, appeared out of thin air, protecting Feng Wude in the center.

The piercing nail struck the clock face with a resounding clang of metal, and was violently bounced back.

The bells rang out, their sound reverberating throughout the surrounding area, penetrating the ears and shaking the soul.

Chen Luo felt a sudden jolt in his mind, his chest heaving with nausea, and he almost fainted.

Fortunately, he had a deep foundation in the Five Poisons True Qi and his mental fortitude far surpassed that of his peers, so he did not show any sign of dishevelment.

Even so, a chill ran down my spine:

"This bell is full of spiritual energy, and its sound can shake the gods. It is far superior to ordinary magical artifacts."

After regaining his composure, Feng Wude saw that Chen Luo was slightly stunned by the sound of the bell, and immediately shouted sharply:

"You treacherous villain, daring to launch a sneak attack! Today I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Before the shout had even finished, he made a series of hand seals and pointed in mid-air.

The soul-stirring bell spun and soared, its sound growing louder, as waves of sound surged forth like a tide.

Chen Luo felt dizzy and his nausea worsened. He knew that the sound of the bell was particularly harmful to the mind and spirit, and if he continued to be tormented by it, he would surely suffer a great disaster.

In a moment of crisis, he hurriedly reached out and took out a talisman, then threw it out.

In an instant, golden light burst forth, and the Chaotic Blade Golden Knife Talisman was activated in response to the incantation, transforming into hundreds of golden blades that swept towards Feng Wude like a whirlwind, their blades flashing and whistling through the air.

Clang clang clang clang—!

The golden blade slashed wildly at the golden bell, sparks flew everywhere, and the resounding boom never ceased.

Standing amidst the sword shadows, Feng Wude, seeing the sky filled with flashing blades, neither dodged nor evaded; instead, a smug, sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Ignorant fool, my Soul-Slaying Bell is a top-grade first-tier magic weapon, combining offense and defense. The fiercer your attacks, the louder the bell tolls. Let's see how long you can last!"

As expected, the faster the golden sword struck, the louder the bell rang.

Chen Luo's head was throbbing with pain, and he swayed precariously, as if he might collapse at any moment.

But he was shrewd and had already planned ahead.

"You can defend yourself from the outside, but let's see if you can defend yourself from below!"

Seeing that the chaotic golden blades had completely attracted the opponent's attention, he quickly and secretly channeled his profound inner energy, pointing a finger at the ground.

The bone-piercing nail suddenly burrowed into the blue brick.

Although the ground was protected by restrictions, it could not withstand the sharpness of this superior magic weapon. In a moment, it broke through the soil and stealthily reached Feng Wude's feet.

Feng Wude was so focused on activating the golden bell that he didn't even notice where he was standing.

With a barely perceptible sharp sound, the bone-piercing nail suddenly burst through the ground from the sole of his foot, going straight up and instantly ending his life.

Once the Soul-Sweeping Bell lost its owner, its golden light vanished and its spiritual light disappeared. It shrank from a giant bell over ten feet in size to a tiny bell about an inch in size, and fell to the ground with a clang, remaining motionless.

As soon as the bell stopped ringing, all sounds ceased.

Chen Luo felt as if he had just escaped a flood and was breathing in the fresh air of the world again. His chest and abdomen churned, and he struggled to catch his breath, unable to calm down for a long time.

Looking down, I saw that my clothes were already soaked with sweat and my body was drenched in saliva.

My mind was so foggy and I felt like my soul was being emptied. I wished I could close my eyes and fall asleep immediately and never wake up again.

"Damn it, it's actually a magical artifact targeting the soul!"

He paused for a moment until his mind cleared up before slowly getting up.

At this moment, with a wave of his hand, the two people's storage bags and the Soul-Sweeping Bell on the ground all flew into his hand.

Chen Luo had no time to examine the treasures closely at the moment; his immediate priority was to find Li Chongyun at the ancestral hall and leave by boat.

Otherwise, if they continue to stay, they will either die at the hands of rogue cultivators or be devoured by the beast tide.

Anxious, he quickly packed his things and called Wen Ruan out.

The young girl had been living in fear in the shadows for a long time, but when she saw Chen Luo return safely and all the enemies were killed, she was overjoyed.

But before she could speak, she noticed cold sweat beading on his forehead and his steps were unsteady. She quickly stepped forward, reached out to support his arm, and said urgently:

"Uncle Luo, you...you're injured?"

Chen Luo waved his hand gently and said in a low voice:

"It's nothing serious, I just overexerted myself and have a slight headache."

This place is dangerous; we cannot linger here. Hurry and follow me to the ancestral hall.

"Uh-huh!"

Wen Ruan readily agreed. In this critical moment, she disregarded the traditional etiquette of men and women not touching each other and supported Chen Luo's body on one side.

Her body was already petite, and in this way, it looked as if she was completely nestled in Chen Luo's arms.

As soon as they stepped out of the courtyard, the shouts of battle grew clearer, flames raged, and screams filled the air.

All the experts from the Li family have left, leaving behind only a few small fry who are no match for the rogue cultivators.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Wen Ruan's fear deepened. She gritted her teeth and was about to take flight on the wind.

Chen Luo hurriedly said in a trembling voice, "Don't fly, there are people everywhere in the sky right now, let's walk...walk there."

He was dizzy and his speech was halting; he wished he could just collapse and go to sleep immediately.

If they were to encounter an opponent while flying in the sky, their chances of winning would be extremely slim.

Wen Ruan suddenly exclaimed "Oh!" twice, then quickly helped him along the path towards the ancestral hall.

At that time, the night was dark and the sky was covered with thick clouds. Most of the cultivators were heading towards the wealthy and powerful families, so no one noticed them.

The two arrived at the Li family ancestral hall unharmed.

The closer they got, the sparser the rogue cultivators became. It was clear to everyone that the people stationed here were all experts from the Li family.

As soon as the two approached, a member of the Li clan on duty spotted them from afar and hurriedly went inside to report.

Chen Luo felt dizzy and lightheaded, his vision blurring, and he was barely holding on by his last bit of internal energy.

Seeing Xiao Qiyuan hurrying out to greet him, he finally felt relieved and thought to himself, "Finally, we've arrived."

The moment he relaxed his breath slightly, all his strength dissipated instantly. He felt dizzy and his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he could no longer hold on.

He swayed and immediately fainted.