Primordial Cultivator

Panicked struck the outer disciples from the Feather Wind Sect. They knew they were going to be sent to die in the mission but not this quickly.

Elder Chen Xue smirked evilly when he saw their dejected expression.

'Hmph, your sect may have got the most benefit in the mystery realm but without any power to hold on to them. It is simply going to be your doomsday.' Elder Chen Xue waved his sleeves and multiple talismans were sent flying toward Yang Wei's group.

"Those are your life-saving talisman so don't think I'm heartless." Elder Chen Xue explained as he ordered them to leave.

Sometime later, Yang Wei and the group ventured into the Misty Forest.

"Hmph, that Elder Chen Xue is really devious."

"The top sect is merely this much and to think I was looking at them in high regards back in the days."

As soon as the groups were out of sight from Elder Chen Xue, they started to rain down curses on him and the Phoenix Sky Sect.

"Everyone, I believe we should form a group leader." Wan Ping suddenly halted his movement as he turned around and faced everyone.

Wan Ping sneaked a glance at the outer disciples and soon, most of them raised their hand as they nominated Wan Ping to be the leader.

Yang Wei chuckled softly as he wondered if they thought this was a stroll in the park.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" A voice echoed from behind.

He was an outer disciple from the Purple Scorpion Sect and he stepped forward to glare at Wan Ping.

"Did you think that with your trash cultivation base, you can order us around?" He scoffed as he raised his hand and punched Wan Ping in the stomach.

"This isn't a playground for fools like you." He added.

Meanwhile, Wan Ping clutched his hand on his stomach. His face was pale from the unexpected attack.

Wan Ping glared angrily at the disciple from the Purple Scorpion Sect. "Who the hell are you? I was simply adding a suggestion."

"Hmph, I'm Ma Boqin, and do you think we are idiots? You better stay put in your tiny corner and shut your traps." Ma Boqin scoffed as he used his movement technique.

With a swoosh, Ma Boqin appeared in front of Wan Ping as he raised his legs and kicked Wan Ping.

This time, Wan Ping was prepared so he narrowly dodged the kick. Wan Ping thought it was over but Ma Boqin grinned evilly as he pursued after Wan Ping.

"Next time, you better know when to keep your mouth shut." Ma Boqin shouted as he activated a martial technique.

"Poison Slam."

Ma Boqin's hand turned purple as he slammed his hand on Wan Ping's back.

Ma Boqin knocked Wan Ping 3 feet away from him with the Poison Slam technique, and Wan Ping vomited a mouthful of blood. Wan Ping held an ashen face when he felt his spiritual qi being depleted rapidly and that his back became numb.

"W-What is happening to me?" Wan Ping glanced at his hand and noticed some black mark was appearing in his veins.

Ma Boqin tidied his clothes slightly as he smirked at Wan Ping. "Let's go guys. Ignore this clown and do what our elders told us beforehand."

Afterward, Ma Boqin and the rest of the disciples in the Purple Scorpion Sect left as they went ahead.

Yang Wei had his back on the tree bark the entire time as he watched in amusement. 'Poison Slam huh… Surely a vicious technique that coated his entire palm with poison.'

Yang Wei was analyzing the technique done by Ma Boqin and wondered what his final words were about. 'What is the Purple Scorpion Sect up to?'

While Yang Wei pondered over the details, Wan Ping suddenly started screaming in pain.

"AHHH"

Wan Ping's face had turned purple as he ripped his own clothes apart. His body was filled with a mysterious purple color and his back was completely black.

It also happened to be the exact area where Ma Boqin had struck him before leaving.

"What are you doing?" Wan Ping tilted his head to glance at the outer disciples. "Hurry up and help me."

The outer disciples were frightened to the core as they unconsciously took a step back. Their faces were ashen and all of them were afraid of being infected by his current condition.

"Come over and help me already!" Wan Ping roared at them when he realized they were retreating backward.

"Did you forget the fact that I have a precise map about the Misty Forest and that no one else would know the secret to the safe passage?" Wan Ping added.

He wanted to remind them that without his help, they would only be left in the Misty Forest as food for other magical beasts.

Yang Wei snickered inwardly as he finally understood how Wan Ping managed to rally the entire outer disciples to follow his lead.

"So it was the temptation of a safe passage…" Yang Wei muttered as he shook his head. The outer disciples were hopeless to actually believe something like a safe passage.

If there was really a safe passage, then the Misty Forest wouldn't have been such a dangerous location for cultivators. Wan Ping was obviously bullshitting about having an accurate map.

However, the outer disciples were brainwashed thoroughly and believed his words.

Sometime later, the outer disciples realized there was another person that could possibly save Wan Ping's life.

They turned their heads around as they began to beg him.

"Senior Yang Wei, please save Wan Ping's life."

"Senior Yang Wei, you have helped Elder Jing before so you must have known a thing or two about alchemy."

"Please cure the poison in Wan Ping."

Wan Ping realized the poison had seeped deep inside his bone marrow and that he needed to be cured quickly.

'Damn it, at this rate, I would really die.' Wan Ping cursed inwardly as he crawled toward Yang Wei.

"Senior Brother, this Wan Ping is wrong. Please save this junior brother's life." Wan Ping then begged Yang Wei for mercy.