Chapter 634: I Will Leave Behind a Legacy

After Qian Sun landed, he pointed to the nearby rooms and said, "Each of you pick a room to stay in, and wait for my call."

With that, Qian Sun entered the main cave dwelling first.

Ding Huan sighed; this Wang Ba was indeed after blood offerings.

He immediately laid down various Poison Dao laws.

Now, Ding Huan's Poison Dao laws were no longer the single, primitive ones of before—they had every powerful Poison Dao law imaginable.

Here, he not only planted the Fugu Shidao and Chendao poisons, but also concealed subtle Poison Dao laws that were hard to detect.

Moreover, Ding Huan left mental marks on the other eight.

Should they die, these marks would automatically dissipate.

At this moment, Qian Sun's heart was filled with shock.

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Ding Huan sneered inwardly; how dare this fool summon him for a blood offering? On the seventh day, a voice came from Ding Huan's room: "Come in. Today I'll teach you the Qing Lei sect's Dao arts."

The Chendao poison is indeed powerful.

Qian Sun could not see his body had fully recovered—he only knew his internal poison had not weakened much.

Terrifying Poison Dao laws instantly corroded all his Dao rhythms, flooding his consciousness, meridians, and dantian.

Ding Huan quickly comforted him.

"Master Peak, speak your mind to Yuan Zhishi. I'm sure you'll recover—when the Sect Master returns, he'll surely heal you." Ding Huan's eyes were slightly red.

"Appoint me as the manager of Qian Lei Mountain, and send a Sect Inner Disciple Zhishi to oversee this matter," Ding Huan said coolly.

Though he appeared fine despite his severe injuries, his condition had only grown worse.

Qian Sun's heart boiled with rage: "Yuan Zhishi, quickly—"

He believed that once the Sect Zhishi arrived, they would immediately detect his poisoning.

Yet Ding Huan sensed from the Chendao poison he'd laid that Qian Sun was poisoned—and the poison was deepening.

…

Ding Huan knew exactly what this guy was thinking—if he could break the Qinxin Spell of the Three Thousand Dao Paths, Ding Huan would concede.

Ding Huan exhaled; his judgment was correct—Qian Sun had begun calling from the first room.

Even if he joined a sect, it would be one he founded himself.

Ding Huan raised his hand and tossed out dozens of array flags, then stared at Qian Sun: "You called me here—why?"

He didn't believe that with outsiders present, Ding Huan could still control what he said.

Ding Huan sighed inwardly; since he began cultivation, he had never joined any sect.

Was this saying he had no destiny with sects? The first day passed; on the second day, Ding Huan's spiritual sense detected the disciple in the second room entering Qian Sun's cave.

How could Qian Sun dare disobey even slightly?

Ding Huan snorted: "The latter part is correct, but your first sentence is wrong. You must say: 'I may die at any moment, and I don't want Qian Lei Mountain to lose its legacy…'"

"Sit on the cushion," Qian Sun said calmly.

Ding Huan pressed one finger to Qian Sun's third eye: "I've planted something inside you. If you utter a single word that deviates from what you just said, you'll die horribly. Understood?"

"I don't know."

He could no longer speak according to his own will.

If he guessed right, he still had no power to save the other eight.

"Fine, I agree," Qian Sun accepted Ding Huan's demand without hesitation.

Logically, after Outer Disciples arrived, they should first complete formalities.

"You…" Qian Sun stared at Ding Huan, barely believing it.

"Do you know my name?"

Ding Huan's gaze settled on Qian Sun; after consuming eight blood offerings, this man had not improved—his Dao rhythm had grown dull and murky.

Ding Huan kicked Qian Sun hard, sending him flying, then said: "What do you think?" "Spare me once—I'll agree to all your demands," Qian Sun's voice trembled, laced with fierce resentment.

"Master Peak, your injury…" The Tian Shen Zhishi approached, seeing Qian Sun's weakened Dao rhythm.

Before the first day ended, Ding Huan's spiritual sense detected the Outer Disciple in the first room leaving and entering Qian Sun's cave.

What technique is this? Isn't Ding Huan just an ordinary Outer Disciple? How could he possess such a technique? Even the Sect Master might not have this! "Master Peak, don't rush—Yuan Zhishi is here. Take your time."

"The poison you laid…" Qian Sun's voice shook—he still couldn't believe an Outer Disciple had poisoned him.

In his heart, Ding Huan had long been dead.

To gain Ding Huan's trust, he added extra words meant to reassure him.

Ding Huan rose, thinking inwardly: This guy can't even come up with a decent excuse?

In truth, when Qian Sun summoned him, he'd already prepared himself.

"I know—I'll speak exactly as I just said," Qian Sun's murderous intent reached its peak.

Less than an hour passed, and Ding Huan felt his mental marks dissipate.

Yet when they arrived, the Master Peak simply dumped them here and retreated into the main cave.

He flew into a rage—even wounded and with disrupted Dao rhythm, he was still a Shen Jun.

Only now did he realize the poison was self-inflicted. Then, another hour passed, and the mental marks he'd planted also dissipated.

After being poisoned, he'd always assumed it was just his injury flaring up—recently, he'd simply lost control of it.

At this moment, Qian Sun felt that if he uttered one more wrong word, his life force would vanish instantly.

Qian Sun, whose Dao had already been corroded by the Chendao poison, suddenly exploded as the Poison Dao laws within him swelled like an overinflated balloon.

As soon as Ding Huan entered, Qian Sun sealed the cave's barriers.

If he guessed wrong, he could only blame his bad luck.

The poison of the Dao and the bone-burrowing Dao-devouring erupted at the same time — even if Qian Kun had no injuries at all, even if his cultivation rose another tier, he still could not resist it.

Forget being poisoned — now he couldn't even sense a trace of the Dao-poison's aura.

Qian Kun's heart was filled entirely with terror.

He couldn't stay here any longer; he had to leave with Steward Yuan.

Don't be fooled just because Qian Kun is at the Divine Sovereign realm — that fellow's array-Dao methods might not necessarily be weaker than his.

"Your Grandpa Huan's surname is Ding, given name Huan. Remember it well."

Ding Huan's domain stretched outward; beneath that domain, the laws of the poison-Dao instantly permeated the entire space.

Qian Kun had only managed to utter the word "quick" before a blood arrow spurted out, and he felt his vitality rapidly dissipating.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have begged Bo Ya to find him blood-food.

On the third and fourth days, two people went in each day.

"Remembered."

Internal Affairs Steward Yuan Feng, and one ordinary outer-gate disciple.

The reluctance in his tone made Yuan Feng sense that, in Ding Huan's heart, he was eager for Qian Kun to recover soon.

Ding Huan asked, "The inner-gate steward is coming — do you know what to say?"

After entering the room, Ding Huan made no move; although he sat cross-legged on the cattail hassock, he was frantically laying down all kinds of poison-Dao laws.

Ding Huan tidied up the scene; by the time Qian Kun lay on the bed, the pitch-black color on his body had long vanished.

"Puh!" A stream of filthy blood spurted from Qian Kun, and his skin turned a grayish-brown.

He worried that if a late-stage Divine Sovereign came, they might see through his methods.

Just look at the protective array around Lei Shan — that array is only a tier-three divine array, and a pretty shoddy tier-three defensive divine array at that.

In front of where Qian Kun sat cross-legged was a cattail hassock, and around that hassock was an essence-blood devouring divine array.

"Why do I feel something's off?" one outer-gate disciple finally noticed something was wrong.

"I was just saying my injuries are too severe; I hope you can become the steward of my Lei Shan. In the future, Lei Shan will be handed over to you. You could even say I've already taken you as a disciple…"

Hearing Ding Huan's arrogant words, he unhesitatingly raised his hand and grabbed at Ding Huan.

Once you've finished your explanation, Steward Yuan and I will send you to the sect's Healing Hall — the healing there is definitely better than here.

Ding Huan didn't stay here to waste words; he entered the last room.

Every single word Qian Kun uttered came with a mouthful of black blood.

He just hadn't expected Qian Kun's injuries to deteriorate to such a state.

Hearing Ding Huan agree to let the sect steward come, Qian Kun's heart surged with wild joy — as long as the inner-gate steward in charge of this area arrived, it meant he would survive.

A late-stage Heavenly God — he was confident the other party couldn't see through his methods.

The immortal-bones Daoist appearance from before was gone; in its place was a scene brimming with killing intent and on the verge of death.

Walking into Qian Kun's cave abode, Ding Huan casually laid down some divine array patterns outside.

"The Sect Master isn't in the sect right now, and Peak Master Qian's injuries are deteriorating too fast." Yuan Feng's tone also carried some helplessness.

Seeing these two, Ding Huan let out a sigh of relief inside.

On the fifth and sixth days, another person went in.

After arriving in the God Realm, he'd finally managed to join a sect, only to run into a blood-feeder.

"Good, good — I was just saying I'm heavily wounded and could fall at any moment, and I don't want Lei Shan to lose its inheritance. I've taken you as my robe-and-bowl disciple; I hope Lei Shan will flourish in your hands…"

Yuan Feng sighed; how could he not know the state of Qian Kun's injuries?

If this Qian Kun chose blood-food, he would certainly start from the first room.

The restrictions on Qian Kun's cave abode were open, and Ding Huan entered Qian Kun's cave abode without the slightest hesitation.

The sect steward came very quickly — and not alone; two people came.

The rest began to discuss it; it really was strange.

If he weren't on the verge of death from his grave injuries, how could Qian Kun possibly summon this internal-affairs steward in charge of aftermath? Ding Huan quickly said: "Peak Master's injuries have worsened; he specially asked Steward Yuan to come say a few things. Steward Yuan, is there really no way to save Peak Master? What about the Sect Master? Could the Sect Master save Peak Master?"

"Steward Yuan, my injuries are too severe; I know I don't have long. My only hope is that after I'm gone, Lei Shan's inheritance can be preserved. I've taken Ding Huan as a disciple; I only hope that in the future Lei Shan can be in Ding Huan's hands…"

Qian Kun could only speak up to here, then streams of blood arrows spurted out; he was horrified to discover his Primordial Spirit was also madly dissipating, his vitality vanishing even faster.

At this moment he finally understood — Ding Huan had never intended to let him finish speaking, let alone let him leave Lei Shan.

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