Wuxia Across the Heavens: I Collect Side Effects

For this Ming Cult leader's grand ceremony, it's possible that he deliberately arrived late, waiting until the ceremony was at its most exciting to make a grand entrance and steal the spotlight.

But as soon as he arrived near Bright Peak, before he could even show himself, he felt the entire Bright Peak shaking violently, and the sound of mountains collapsing and rocks splitting could be heard from afar. He instantly realized something was wrong, and dared not linger. He immediately turned and ran, escaping the vicinity of Bright Peak even before Su Xin.

After escaping, he was filled with unease, wondering what had happened at Bright Peak. He could only travel all the way to this small town, asking around for information in order to find out the current situation of the Ming Cult.

Those few people had already gone to find a place to treat their injuries. With such a huge explosion, even if they came out, they would have suffered internal injuries.

Su Xin's gaze was no longer on Shuobude's face, but fixed on the huge cloth bag on his back.

That was the Qiankun Qi Bag he had been longing for!

"It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it fall into my lap effortlessly!" Su Xin was overjoyed, a playful smile playing on his lips. "What a treasure! It seems this item was destined for me after all!"

He stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping over Shuobude, a plan already formed in his mind: "Perfect! I can get the Qiankun Qi Bag and also get him to contribute some blood, saving me the trouble of finding someone else. One thing for one master, it's perfect!"

He was probably still drinking his tea with his head down, completely unaware that a malicious gaze was fixed on him.

Half an hour later, he suddenly stopped in the middle of a quiet alley, turned around sharply, and swept his gaze sharply in the direction where Su Xin was hiding. He shouted in a deep voice, "Come out! Stop hiding!"

Su Xin sighed helplessly and stepped out from behind the wall, a hint of frustration on his face: "It seems I'm destined not to be an assassin. My lightness skill is too bad; I can't even hide properly."

He didn't try to hide it, standing there openly and staring intently at Shuobude.

Shuo Bu frowned, scrutinizing Su Xin from head to toe with a look of apprehension and a hint of wariness in his voice: "I noticed you've been following me. Tell me, what are you trying to do by following me?"

He could sense that the young man in front of him was composed and was no ordinary person, so he couldn't help but feel more wary.

Su Xin grinned, his tone casual yet firm, "It's nothing, I just wanted to borrow a couple of things from you."

"What is it?" Shuobude frowned even more. He could tell from Su Xin's tone that the visitor was hostile. He had already quietly gathered his inner strength, ready to make a move at any moment.

Seeing his wary expression, Su Xin couldn't help but smile with amusement. Without further ado, he said, "How about we have a fight first?" Before he finished speaking, he had already flashed away, activating the Vajra Subduing Demon Divine Power. His Mighty Vajra Fist, carrying a powerful force, struck directly at Shuobude, his attack both swift and ruthless.

Startled, Su Xin hadn't expected to attack so suddenly. He quickly dodged to the side and simultaneously swung a palm at Su Xin's wrist, trying to force him to retract his move.

But he soon discovered that although Su Xin's punches were powerful, his lightness skill was really poor. As long as he increased his speed slightly, Su Xin could not touch him at all.

Su Xin thought to himself: This unspeakable lightness skill is really something else. He truly deserves to be the second best in lightness skill in the Ming Cult.

After realizing Su Xin's weakness in lightness skill, a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes. He decided to stop confronting Su Xin head-on and instead used his exquisite lightness skill to nimbly weave through the alleys, keeping Su Xin at bay while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

A smile played at the corners of his lips as he pondered:

Once we get the chance, we'll use the Qiankun Qi Bag on our backs to restrain this kid and interrogate him thoroughly. Maybe we can get information about the Ming Cult from him.

Su Xin chased after her, panting heavily, but could never catch a glimpse of her clothes. He could only pretend to be desperately chasing after her, his face full of urgency.

He knew in his heart that his lightness skill was inferior to others, and he would definitely not be able to catch up if he tried to chase them, so he had to think of another way.

In any case, his killer move has never been a direct confrontation.

While busy chasing Su Xin, Su Xin was completely unaware that wisps of colorless and odorless black mist were quietly emanating from his body. As the two chased each other, the mist slowly spread through the alley and silently seeped into his body.

This is precisely the poison of the Five Poisons Mixture, extremely well hidden, and even with the unspeakable skill, it is difficult to detect.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows, and they gradually began to realize that something was amiss.

His movements became increasingly sluggish, and the flow of internal energy within his body became sluggish. His entire body seemed to rust, and even his lightness skill slowed down. Moves that he could easily dodge before were now becoming difficult to execute.

He stopped, his expression grave as he looked at Su Xin, his tone full of doubt and wariness: "What exactly did you do? How could I...?"

Seeing this, Su Xin stopped chasing, a smug smile on his face, and slowly said, "That's right, you've been poisoned."

"You're despicable! You actually poisoned me in secret!" Shuo Budu was so angry that his face turned red, and he shouted angrily. He never expected that Su Xin would use such a despicable method.

"Yes." Su Xin nodded without hesitation, his face showing no remorse, but rather as if he had been praised, his expression becoming even more smug.

"You're shameless!" Shuo Budu was so angry that he trembled all over, and added another sentence.

"Yes, that's right!" Su Xin nodded again, his tone flat, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"You...you're utterly unreasonable!" Completely speechless at Su Xin's nonchalant expression, his chest heaved violently, inwardly frustrated.

How can there be such a shameless person?

It's one thing to poison someone, but to be accused and then act like it's perfectly normal, even to the point of being praised, is absolutely infuriating!

Seeing his exasperated expression, Su Xin laughed even harder, slowly stepped forward, and said, "Alright, let's get down to business. Now you can tell me what I need to borrow." With that, he took out a sheepskin water bottle from his pocket and handed it to Shuobude.

Looking at the sheepskin water jug ​​with a bewildered expression, he frowned and asked, "What do you need a water jug ​​for? Is this what you want to borrow?"

He really couldn't understand why Su Xin was following him, beating him, and poisoning him, all for a kettle.

Su Xin smiled and shook his head casually, "I'm not borrowing the water bottle, I'm borrowing your blood."

Shuobude was completely stunned, staring wide-eyed at Su Xin with disbelief: "Borrow my blood? I've only ever heard of robbery and murder, never of someone borrowing blood! What do you want?"

"It's very simple," Su Xin said matter-of-factly. "I want to use some blood, but I'm afraid of the pain and don't want to cut myself, so I can only borrow yours."

Hearing this, he was so angry he almost vomited blood, and he was even more speechless:

This person is clearly trying to provoke him on purpose, isn't he?

Borrowing someone else's blood because you're afraid of pain? That's illogical!

But so what!

no way!