The Immortal's Poison

Fifth Brother transformed himself from a person with slightly delayed reaction, who preferred to jump up and down vertically, into a zombie corpse with terrifying features. His appearance became revolting.

With ugly Qin Zhui, Wen Leyang was not afraid of how ugly Fifth Brother was. However, Wen Leyang was terrified by the zombie corpse’s actual power that had enhanced vastly. The zombie corpse could easily destroy the two master cultivators of Eyang Sect, calmly dodged the attack of the Thunder Heart Sand and even turned the entire City God Temple into a stretch of land of evil spirits!

Standing in the middle of the circle formed by the protective Poison Stream’s undercurrent, Chi Maojiu looked towards the drought spirit white hair that was densely arranged such that it covered his vision before his eyes. He dared not budge at all. Trembling in fear, he asked Wen Leyang, “Is Fifth Brother Hanba a good person or an evil person?”

To everyone’s surprise, Wen Leyang laughed and shook his head, “A person will not be a good person if that person has the intention to kill us.” Since the beginning, he was clear that Fifth Brother Hanba was on the opposing side. However, when the short man appeared, he was trapped in the situation whereby he found in hard to tell the difference between good and evil. When he was holding the big-muzzled weapon, he was hesitant and indecisive, missing the good opportunity. As he set aside everything, with only the two words of ‘life’ or ‘death’ left in his mind, his heart felt peaceful and quiet instead.

Little Chi Maojiu listened to Wen Leyang’s words. At first, he felt as if that was a truthful and worthy remark, enlightening him suddenly. However, upon careful consideration, he realized that these words did not actually mean much. He gave a forced smile as he shook his head and diverted the topic, “Why is Hanba still not killing us?”

The little supreme leader Liu Zheng that was closing his eyes and meditating in mid-air suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. He laughed and said to Wen Leyang and little Chi Maojiu, “That is because the zombie corpse did not release the dought spirits to deal with you all…” Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly a gush of muffled yet oppressed humming sound of ox’s horn call, which was filled with murderous intent and rage, echoed from the outside of the City God Temple!

Following the muffled sound of the horn, a loud shout akin to thunder suddenly erupted on the top of everyone’s heads, “Kunlun, execute the demon!”

Immediately, uncountable solemn and dignified Taoist chants surged from all directions into Wen Leyang’s eardrums! The entire land of drought spirits was shaken ferociously. The thick white hair that almost covered the sky made a rustling sound and started withering visibly to the naked eyes, slowly turning finer and shorter.

The big monk Hope Aware, who was discussing with the well-behaved child to borrow some clothes, was stunned when he heard of the horn call. He immediately widened his bronze bell-like eyes, as he asked Liu Zheng, “Kunlun Sect’s horn call? Your people from Kunlun Sect are here?”

Liu Zheng nodded, “All three mountains, East Kunlun, West Kunlun and Middle Kunlun and the seven palaces’ seventy-two esteemed sword seniors, three hundred and forty-three senior and junior brother disciples are all gathered here!”

Judging by bearing and age, the disciple of One Word Palace that was armed with a pole should be the junior disciple of Third Brother Wei who died on Mount Emei. He had been kind and friendly to Wen Leyang all along. He explained to Wen Leyang softly, “The Kunlun’s horn is the assembly horn call of the Kunlun Sect’s Taoist priests. Hehe, it seems like the Kunlun Sect came well prepared. We have become their stepping stone.” This person could see through matters clearly and his words were easily understandable too.

Wen Leyang finally understood. Fifth Brother Hanba summoned the land of drought spirits was not because he wanted to deal with Wen Leyang’s group or the policemen. Judging by his ability to dodge the Thunder Heart Sand calmly, it was not necessary for him to put in that much effort to kill them. He summoned the drought spirits because he realized that there was a huge batch of Kunlun master cultivators approaching.

The big monk Hope Aware pouted his mouth disapprovingly, “Even though the Kunlun Sect is here, it is not certain that they can deal with that zombie corpse. This monster is a lot more incisive than the Weeping Buddha in the Wen family village recently.”

The little supreme leader Liu Zheng smiled in determination, “My esteemed master is here and today we will certainly execute this…” Liu Zheng is the disciple of the previous generation of Kunlun Sect’s enlightened person. He was humble and low profile amongst his senior and junior brother disciples, but when the supreme leader passed away, the legacy was passed down to him. Everyone in the cultivation world was aware of this matter.

Before he could finish his sentence, the big monk Hope Aware interrupted him in puzzlement, “I thought your master teacher has passed away already?”

Liu Zheng gave the big monk a furious stare. In a rude manner, he said, “Your master teacher is dead!”

The big monk Hope Aware had a bad temperament but he was honest, he nodded, “You’re right, my master teacher is dead…”

Liu Zheng was not in the mood to debate with the big monk. He shook his head as he roughly explained the situation, “The supreme leader enlightened person is my named master teacher. The master teacher whom I am greatly indebted to is someone else. Fifteen days ago, the brother of my master teacher was severely injured in Shanghai, every disciple of the Kunlun Sect arrived in this place. The demon has finally revealed its tracks.”

Wen Leyang did not speak but the big monk squalled once as if his tail was being stepped on. “Fifteen days ago? The Great Mercy Temple’s ‘Mute Bell’ shook because of your…master teacher’s brother?”

The One Word Palace’s pole-bearing master cultivator squinted his eyes. His gaze was filled with astonishment. The actual power of the sects in the Five Blessings was of different strength. Excluding the Great Mercy Temple’s two demon rabbits, there was not a lot of difference in their actual power. However, knowing that there was a great master cultivator hidden within the Kunlun Sect, whose power was capable of shaking the ‘Mute Bell’, was terrifying to the big monk and the disciples of the One Word Palace.

Liu Zheng smiled faintly with a non-committal attitude. He had since lost his usual mischief. His young face was filled with the modesty that did not match his age. He did not acknowledge the astonishment of the others, but said briefly, “All of you can take a seat and observe the fight, take a look at our Kunlun Sect’s demon-executing method.”

Wen Leyang knitted his brows together tightly. He asked softly, “The person who injured your master teacher’s brother is Fifth Brother Hanba?”

Liu Zheng peered towards him in astonishment, “Who else?”

Wen Leyang frowned but did not speak. There was something about this matter that was troubling him.

Qin Zhui held his Tang knife with his hands on the side. His twitching face brimmed with heartfelt excitement, “So when can we start fighting?”

Liu Zheng continued to smile in determination, “Soon, the master teacher is destroying the spirits!”

The series of echoing solemn Taoist chants echoed continuously from the reinforced concrete jungle. It became louder and more majestic with time as if it would turn into a solid-like form that could even seal the entire sky. However, Fifth Brother Hanba did not make a sound or any movement at all. The white hairs within the City God Temple withered faster and faster and finally, the vision before Wen Leyang’s eyes brightened. His gaze was no longer hindered.

The white hair that was initially thicker and stronger than towering trees did not exceed knee level right now. Even though it was still dense and thick, it was less imposing.

However, the white-haired drought spirits on the edge of the City God Temple still stood tall and vast, firmly blocking the policemen that were attempting to enter the scene.

The initially annihilated and molding City God Temple floated out again. The rooftop of almost every shop, which surrounded Wen Leyang, were filled with Kunlun Sect’s priests dressed in white robes. With their flying swords guarded by their sides, hundreds of Taoist priests stood in a breathtaking manner and prepared to face the formidable enemy.

Fifth Brother that had already turned into corpse stood straight with his hands on the side as if he completely disregarded the danger around him. His dimmed yellow-colored gaze firmly stared into the middle-aged Taoist priest that had a handsome face and a dignified mannerism, who was in mid-air. The short man Leyang Wen had since disappeared.

Liu Zheng immediately knelt on the ground and gave three respectful loud bows to the middle-aged Taoist priest that was floating quietly in midair. He regained his usual mischievous expression as he stood up and waved his hand towards the middle-aged Taoist priest in mid-air, “Esteemed master, please don’t stand too tall. There might be a police’s sniper out there…”

For the first time in Wen Leyang’s life, he witnessed someone floating in mid-air. If this man could fly, his ability would certainly be impressive. Even the old demon rabbit Bu Le, who had two thousand years’ worth of cultivation base, still jumped here and there on usual days. Wen Leyang had never seen him flying before.

At the end of the sky, a layer of dark clouds, accompanied by the boundless howling, sped in high speed towards the direction of the City God Temple. It was something Wen Leyang had seen before, the Thousand Swords Greeting of the Kunlun Sect.

In a split second, the dark mass of dark clouds formed by an unknown amount of flying swords was hovering in the sky above the City God Temple. Every single long sword was glittering in cold drought and pointed towards Fifth Brother Hanba arrogantly. The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand lightly. The uninterrupted sound of Kunlun horn call and the sonorous Taoist chants stopped abruptly. There was only an extremely oppressed silence left in between the heaven and the earth.

A middle-aged Taoist priest, who was floating in the air and could only be described as alluring and charming was silently facing the zombie corpse that was standing straight with his hands at the back and was ugly but standing tall.

After a moment, the Taoist priest asked Fifth Brother Hanba in a calm and unhurried manner, “Can you speak?”

The moment the Taoist priest spoke, Wen Leyang’s back and Xiaoyi’s forehead, simultaneously erupted in a layer of densely-dotted goosebumps. The middle-aged Taoist priest had soft skin and tender flesh just like the cleanly-washed monk Xuanzhang (Translator’s note: A Buddhist monk) but his voice was very hoarse. It was as if he had just drank 100ml of concentrated sulphuric acid. He was like a person born without vocal cords forcefully vibrating his trachea to make a sound.

Little Taoist priest Liu Zheng explained to Wen Leyang softly, “The esteemed master’s throat was injured in the past…”

Wen Leyang was not in the mood to look into this. He nodded and conveniently answered, “It must be difficult for you.”

Liu Zheng was stunned, “What is difficult for me?”

“It must be difficult for you to listen to his teachings all these years.”

Fifth Brother Hanba nodded towards the middle-aged Taoist priest, who was in mid-air, signaling that he could talk. The connection point between his head and his neck made the clicking sound of bones rubbing together.

The middle-aged man gave out the laugh that could startle an owl to tears, “The poor monk Tian Shu has a matter to….”

Fifth Brother Hanba did not wait for him to finish his sentence and directly spat out a word, “Ask.”

Wen Leyang and Xiaoyi’s goosebumps that had yet to disperse surged in turbulence again. Even though Fifth Brother Hanba had already transformed into a corpse, his voice was surprisingly a crisp childish voice. Without looking at him, one would think that it was a three to four years old child, who was speaking pettishly even more childish than Ah Dan’s babbling voice.

The Taoist master Tian Shu’s gaze drifted away for a moment before he continued to speak, “Where is Xiang Liu the nine-headed snake?”

Wen Leyang’s heart fluttered as he thought, ‘Shouldn’t Xiang Liu the nine-headed snake be at the Black and White Island? According to Cone Nail, the day Xiang Liu escaped would be the time Grand Master Chang Li face the wrath of the gods. If Xiang Liu had escaped the Black and White Island, Chang Li would have been struck by lightning. Wen Leyang wished that he could hastily find a place to check if there was any appearance of thunderstorm weather in the world for the past few days.

It was as if Fifth Brother Hanba did not understand Tian Shu’s words, “Who is Xiang Liu?”

Tian Shu’s voice was exceedingly hoarse, there was no way to tell if he was furious or stern, “You don’t know who is Xiang Liu? You killed demons and extracted their vitality, just so that you can save this demon evildoer’s life!”

Fifth Brother’s tone of speaking remained dull and flat. He said only two simple words, “Not me.”

“That demon sacrificed his human body to escape, only demonic primordial energy could replenish his primordial vitality.” In between Tian Shu’s brows, a smear of evil wrinkle flashed past and disappeared. Wen Leyang felt an unspeakable uneasiness within his heart upon seeing that, “All the great demons in the world had been killed by you for the past two thousand years, Xiang Liu should also have come into a successful completion, all prepared to bring disaster to the world right?”

Fifth Brother Hanba still spoke the same two words, “Not me!”

Wen Leyang secretly grabbed the little supreme leader Liu Zheng, who was looking up to the sky, as he asked softly, “Who is your esteemed master?”

Killing demon and extracting their vitality turned out to be an effort to retain nine-headed monster Liu Xiang’s primordial spirit.

Regardless, Wen Leyang could not figure out why did the descendants of Painting Town that resurrected Cone Nail so that she could return to suppress the Black and White Island was surprisingly on the same side as the people who killed demons and extracted their vitality, who rescued Xiang Liu’s corpse.

These opposites in a contraction created a sharper contradiction that the contradiction between ‘Viagra’ and ‘Wang Zai Mantou snack’ (Author’s note: Do you still remember the effect of the Mantou~).

Liu Zheng’s expression was accompanied with a little arrogance and a little admiration, “My esteemed master is the Sword Immortal, a Solitary Heaven Guardian!”

Wen Leyang was stunned, he repeated the phrase for a few times softly, “The Sword Immortal, a Solitary Heaven Guardian?”

These seven words sounded familiar.